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Marvin?

Quit teaching her stuff!

Nice.

What do you think the most expensive

bottle of wine in the world costs?

Chateau d'Yquem 1847.

Maybe five, six, maybe, bottles left

in the world. It's pretty pricey.

Maybe we should get a bottle of that wine

and try to catch The Frog with it.

My God, this is so romantic!

Come here. Keep your head down.

But we have to go to the

Ile Saint-Louis for gelato.

I don't think so.

Really? What about the...

- Frank, is that...

- Mmm-hmm.

Hello, Frank.

- Have you seen her since?

- Nope.

God, I've missed you.

Who is she?

Trouble.

How are things?

Yeah, Frank, how are things?

Sarah...

This is Katja.

Yeah. Hi.

I need to speak with you. Immediately.

What the hell was that?

Katja Petrokovich.

Russian Counter-Intelligence.

I think we should hear what she has to say.

Frank...

You don't know the half of it.

She and Frank were young.

And he didn't have the slightest idea

she was working for the Russians.

She's Frank Moses' kryptonite.

I like you with no hair, Frank.

Bald men are so sexy. Virile.

Wow.

She's cute.

Where did you find her? Nebraska?

- Kansas.

- Kansas.

So what was it you wanted

to talk to me about?

I would like to believe

that the US didn't plant

a weapon of mass-destruction in Moscow.

But I don't.

Why are you in Paris?

We come every fall for Strike Season

- and for the weather.

- Oh?

Well, the US seems to think

you're nuclear terrorists.

Russia wants complete access.

You agree now or I'll hand you over

to the US government.

Can't we just kill her?

Excuse me for one second.

Can I talk to you?

- What? Oh. Uh-huh. Sure thing.

- Come here for a minute.

- You know, I was shocked.

- I got it.

Yeah, I know. She was kinda counting

your teeth with her tongue.

A little, yeah.

Can she go now?

We don't really have a choice.

We need her to help us.

I promise there is nothing between us.

No, sir. This guy's not giving us anything.

Website's been scrubbed.

NSA intercepted a dispatch

to the Kremlin from Paris.

Moses is going after someone

called "The Frog".

The Frog.

So they call him "The Frog"

because he's French?

No.

No, he poisoned the water supply

at KGB headquarters

with the Amazon tree frog poison.

He must have been wiping

those little tree humpers for years.

Incapacitated 1,600 people and left

with every secret we had.

You know, the guy makes a fortune

selling information.

He knows so much

even the US won't touch him.

The hard part is gonna be taking him alive.

- Superb.

- Wine is wine.

I want to buy American

air defense protocols.

Why is it terrorists

never appreciate Burgundy?

Look, I don't think you know

who you're dealing with.

Shh! Excusez-moi.

Hmm.

Confirmed. It's him. It's The Frog.

Just don't look at him, right?

Well, just act natural.

And whatever you do,

don't look him right in the eyes.

Check.

Remember,

don't look right at him.

Idiot!

- Marvin, you all right?

- Yeah.

All right. Get her outta here.

- When?

- Now!

Get a car!

Is that...

Cut them off!

This is not a good idea!

She's not gonna get there first!

Sidewalk!

- Yes!

- No!

Yes!

Happy trans, bozo!

Don't you think we should let...

Shut your pie hole, Marvin!

Don't you think we should let...

Hush!

Incoming!

Bastard! Sidewalk!

What the...

She's fine.

Got him.

What are you doing?

Got him.

Look! What is she doing?

I'm begging...

Yeah, yeah. I got this.

I so got this.

I hate her so much.

You're wasting your time!

You're going to regret this

more than you can possibly imagine.

Hey.

You know who we are?

Yes, of course.

Tell us about Nightshade.

You think I'm going to roll over for you

hegemonic Mickey Mouse-loving Americans?

Leave Mickey out of it.

1947 Petrus?

Yes. That one's rather...

God's sake!

Wait, wait, wait! That bottle...

How do we find it?

Never! Nightshade was the plot of lunatics.

I used to be like you.

Driven by ideology and fear

with no love of what's

beautiful in the world.

I can't trust animals like you!

Do what you will.

Death is easy.

It's not about the destination.

It's about the journey.

Death is an art form in Russia.

There are so many ways

to take a man to bits.

Shall we start with a Chechen facelift?

Hold him down!

Stop! Stop it!

This is how we do it.

Please. You're so brave.

But you have to understand

we're doing this for the right reasons.

And this...

This isn't worth your life.

You must have something to live for.

Art.

Wine.

Women?

Hey.

Help us.

We need this information.

You'll be helping us save the world.

Please.

Mmm.

You, I'll help.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

And you can suck it.

Baby? Honey?

Seriously? You hooked up with that?

What a woman.

Is that the same dress?

They look the same to you?

No one ever called me

Frank Moses' kryptonite.

Frank's crazy about you.

I've never seen him afraid

of anything except losing you.

What if I'm ruining his life?

Frank is a very simple creature

with very simple needs.

Okay? It's killing,

eating,

sexting,

eating...

Killing, I guess.

What's your point?

I can't believe you kissed The Frog.

Well, I've kissed a lotta frogs.

- I got something for ya.

- What is it?

The key to The Frog's security deposit box.

- From?

- Credit Lyonnais.

Baby, I have a request.

Uh-huh.

How would you feel about

going out to dinner with me tonight?

- Hmm.

- It is Paris, after all.

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Stay here. I'll be right back.

I need you, Frank.

It's not a good time.

One of our old assets

has some real information.

He needs to meet with us right now.

Nah.

Frank, what are you doing? She's kryptonite.

What are you doing?

- I'll handle it.

- Are you sure?

Yeah.

It's not okay. It's just some work.

- No, it's not fun.

- Go. You and Svetlana, you work it out.

I promise you that I will be back

in time for dinner.

I'll be back.

Keep her safe.

What happened to us, Frank?

- Well...

- Hmm.

You betrayed me.

You set me up. Tried to kill me.

I tried to kill you.

They were good times, weren't they?

You know, if you'd asked me

to betray my country,

you know I would have.

Yes, madam.

My God.

You know, I looked you up once.

You were in a bungalow in Los Angeles.

There were roses out in front.

But I lost my nerve.

So what do you want?

It was all about work

with you, Frank. Rules.

Not rules.

Right and wrong.

You know, it's harder for me

not to follow orders.

Despite my personal feelings.

But feelings don't matter

any more than right or wrong.

Orders matter.

Orders?

Russia will handle things from here.

I'm taking the key, Frank.

I can't let that happen.

No?

I can't feel my arms.

Enjoy Kansas.

Hmm.

He's out.

He might be awake.

Oh, good. So he can feel it.

Did you ever, ever in your entire career

let yourself get drugged?

You still like her!

And now she has the key!

She doesn't have the key. She has a key.

What?

I knew she would play him

like a banjo at an Ozark hoedown.

So I have the key.

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