The Cold Light of Day

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Flight 530 from San Francisco,

you're cleared for landing, Captain.

- Sorry, I don't speak Spanish.

- First time in Spain?

Yeah, first time in Spain.

Where's my luggage?

Unfortunately,

it's still in San Francisco.

Fantastic.

Sally, it's me.

Can you call the airline and tell them

to leave my bags in San Francisco?

I'll be back before they get here, anyway.

Thanks.

Will?

- Hey.

- Hey.

I was... I was expecting Josh.

He's asleep on the boat. Jet lag.

- Hit him all of a sudden. Good to see you.

- Good to see you.

How's the posting?

Best in a while.

Had a gospel quartet come through here

for about six weeks,

and then a Picasso expert

from Oregon State.

Why on earth would Spain want to hear

from a Picasso expert from Oregon?

A different perspective.

Sorry, hold on.

Hello?

Look, could I call you

back in a few hours?

- Okay, bye. Bye.

- Bye.

One call, Dad.

This vacation, it's just a real bad time for me

to be away from the company.

Your mother's pretty happy

about this vacation, Will.

Will?

Oh! Mmm!

- You look great, Mom.

- Thanks for the groceries, hon.

How come you're so relaxed?

Well, that's 'cause

we're all finally here.

How was your flight?

The plane went up, flew straight across,

went down again.

Nothing a small bathtub

of vino won't fix.

We can do better than that.

Now, why don't you get that suit off?

It looks like an accordion on you.

Where's your luggage?

Apparently it's still saying goodbye

to the Golden Gate Bridge.

Oh! For heaven's sake. Uh...

Well, there's some clothes you left behind

from last year's trip.

Why don't you put those on?

I'll have a nice glass of Rioja waiting for you

when you're ready.

See what I mean?

When I got here, she was like,

"Beer's in the fridge."

Mom always liked you best.

Oh, God.

Look who's here.

Dara, this is Will. The good brother.

The one who used to tell everybody

he was an only child.

Only after Josh was born.

How was the ride with Godzilla?

No blood, no foul. Yeah.

Well, just take it nice and easy.

It's only a week.

I think your dad's a sweetie.

She grew up in a Soviet orphanage.

Well, I gotta get changed.

That's not bad.

But it's a government job.

You have to tolerate the bureaucracy.

You move when the government

tells you to move, so not everybody likes it.

Yeah, I'm not sure I liked it.

Josh and I never got to have

the same friends

for more than two years in a row.

Not to mention we lived in

But the best thing is we learned

about 15 weird local sports.

Excuse me, my man.

We both played basketball and ran track

in the Comoros, remember?

Although no one in the school

was over 5'3",

and Will was pretty much the all-star

everywhere we went.

Wow! Well done.

Mmm. Got it?

Before we start,

I just want to say how happy I am

that we're all finally together

around a table again.

I didn't realize how much I'd missed this.

- To family.

- Nice.

To family.

This looks fantastic.

My caveman caught it this morning.

You fish, Mr. Shaw?

Yeah, he fishes.

- Oh, guys.

- He fishes. He fishes.

- No, guys, seriously, please.

- Come on! I want to hear this story.

- Spear-fishing, actually, is his forte.

- Excuse me.

I got to take this. Important.

No more of those stories

or I'll start telling some of yours.

Where are you sleeping tonight?

You guys aren't sleeping together, are you?

Jesus, Dad.

If we work together on this, I'm sure

it's going to be beneficial for both of us.

This Thursday?

I'm out of the country, so...

I understand.

Okay. Bye.

- Quite dangerous.

- Yeah, in his case it was quite dangerous.

- Here he comes. Shh!

- Poor Will.

- Poor Will.

- It's just his little secret.

That story's going to stay

in the family for a while.

It's not going anywhere.

Please, tell me. Come on.

Josh, that's enough.

- No, guys, seriously, please. Don't.

- Will is the fisherman.

All right, before they go off

on any kind of fantastic story,

what really happened

was that he took me out

when I'm 10 years old spear-fishing,

ten years old,

and I spear my own flipper.

And everyone finds this hilarious.

- That's the story?

- That's the story.

He cried all night.

- He could've speared his foot.

- He cried himself to sleep.

Will would make this noise

when he cried. Josh could tell you.

- It's like a little wuffling sound.

- Really funny. Really...

Actually, you know what?

This is not the day for a joke.

- I don't know if I can stay the week.

- What?

I'm sorry, Mom.

I have just found out

my company is officially bankrupt.

What?

- I'm sorry.

- What are you talking about?

Will?

I'm sorry I went off at you at dinner.

I'm sorry you're going through

such a difficult time.

Thank you.

It'll be a good wind tomorrow.

Yeah.

Get ready to come about!

Will?

Will!

Tighter on that boom!

Tighter, Will!

I heard you the first time.

Josh, we'll anchor here!

Will?

Will!

When you get a minute.

Keep it into the wind.

Will! lnto the wind!

Head it into the wind!

Dara!

Oh, my God, are you okay?

- Let me take a look.

- Yeah, I'm okay.

- Oh, my God!

- I'm okay. I'm okay.

Is she okay? You all right?

- You'll be fine.

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Damn phone!

- Hey! Are you kidding me?

- Will, have you lost your mind?

- No!

- Shut up!

- That's my career you threw away there!

- There is a girl on the deck of the boat...

- What the hell?

...with her head cut open!

- Martin! Enough!

I'm okay! Seriously.

I'm going into town.

Anybody need anything?

Try to find some antiseptic.

The pharmacy should have some.

Okay, I'm gonna need some cash.

Hurry back, Will.

Gracias.

I love you.

- I got it. Be careful.

- Okay.

Hey. Did you see

where that boat went?

Guys, any of you see a boat?

Like, a sailboat? No?

Mom?

Please, you gotta help me.

Something's happened to my family.

What?

Hey! Something's

happened to my family!

My boat's been ripped to sh*t

and they're gone!

- I'm Captain Pizarro. You are?

- I'm Will Shaw.

Where are you going?

Take me to the boat.

- Who the hell is that?

- Please, Mr. Shaw, relax.

Will. Can I call you Will?

How do you know my name?

Your mother told me.

- Where is she?

- I can take you to her.

And the rest of your family. Come on.

No, hey!

- Hey! Come on!

- No, no! Hey!

- Come on.

- Hey, let me go! Get off me!

Sh*t!

Will? Will?

Let's go. Come on. Get up.

Are you okay, Will?

Head hurts.

I just got the sh*t kicked out of me.

Where's Mom? Where's Josh?

I'm not sure where they are.

What?

I asked you, "Where's Mom? Where's Josh?"

I left them with you.

Men came on the boat.

They put a gun to my head, and they took

your mother and Josh and Dara.

- What the hell is happening?

- I'm sorry.

- Why are you sorry? What?

- I'm sorry.

Will, I don't book gospel quartets

and Picasso experts.

It's not the job I do at the Embassy.

The only thing that's true is that

I've worked for the government a long time.

So what do you do?

It's a branch of the Agency.

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