Flying Home

I know it's always difficult to determine the value,

but the share price is the share price, Mr. Karadeniz.

What we can do, I'm sure you'll appreciate this,

is offer you a fair deal in terms of...

As I told Mr. Walden,

I'm not interested in profit participation.

WFG needs my shares.

I grant you, sir, your shares are important for our overall strategy...

Jason, your wife is calling.

How are you, Mr. Karadeniz?

I'm not selling for $18 a share.

Oh, I'm not negotiating this.

This is Jason's deal. We just need to give him a couple of minutes.

Which way to the bedroom?

It's over there.

Wow.

I love the view.

So do I.

Mr. Karadeniz, how are you?

Am I interrupting something?

No. No, it's okay. We're just...

I can call later.

No, it's fine. It's fine, I assure you.

Asshole.

Everybody's sucking your dick about the Karadeniz deal.

Congratulations, you did it. Thank you.

I've got a real big one for you.

Sheikh Abdullah Nayed.

Estimated capital, 10 billion.

Wow.

Erik almost got him to invest a half a billion,

but now he's about to sign with Horizon Capital.

I want you to take over.

Get him.

Just start with the small shareholders and work your way up.

Don't worry about that. Just get it done.

Mr. Montgomery.

Mr. Smith.

Thank you for helping me arrange this.

Useless.

This is garbage. Who the hell did you use?

No. No, I need real in-depth research on the guy. Fast.

Deal with it.

Mr. Montgomery.

The Sheikh will see you now.

According to our religion,

feeding birds and treating them well is a good behavior,

identified with acquiring merit in the eyes of Allah.

And it was a pigeon that helped Muhammad when he escaped from the Quraish.

I'm telling you this because I know many people find it hard to believe

that a Sheikh could be a passionate pigeon fancier.

Well, I heard Mike Tyson does it. That's pretty hard to believe, too.

When I'm with my birds, I feel they bring the best out of me.

I'm sure this is also the case for Mr. Tyson.

I've already told Mr. Walden

that I won't be investing in your company.

I like the sound they make.

Isn't it soothing?

Very.

Have you ever wondered why pigeons are the symbol of peace,

of love and good will?

Every time I hold them in my hands

and look into their eyes,

it's as if I understand exactly why.

To care for them, to see these noble birds race,

makes me the happiest man in the world.

How do you race pigeons? Do they fly in circles?

No. They fly in a straight line back to their loft.

The most fantastic race in the world is the Barcelona International.

The birds have to fly over 1,000 miles to get back home.

Can you imagine?

That's a long way for such a small bird.

Indeed. It takes them two days to cover the distance.

The Barcelona race is the epitome of endurance,

the synonym of willpower, a hymn to love.

Love?

Yes.

Because the birds fly home to the one they've left behind.

They want to be reunited as quickly as possible with the one they love.

It's my dream to win that race one day.

What does it take?

The right bird.

And you don't have it?

No.

A very, very stubborn man named Jos Pauwels has it.

We have offered him a huge amount of money,

but he doesn't want to sell.

Why not?

I don't know.

Where is he, this Pauwels?

Flanders, in Belgium.

Have you heard of it?

An ancestor of mine supposedly died there in World War I.

But let me ask you a favor.

Let me prove to you that you can trust us with your investment.

Let me get you that bird.

I told you, it can't be done.

Even better. Let me show you that with hard work and determination

WFG can do what can't be done.

I'm very close to signing with Horizon.

Then I'd better act fast.

...he used to be the village doctor.

The pigeon he's holding is the champion dove

the Sheikh wants, Wittekop.

This is his granddaughter, Isabelle. She's

a student at the University of Ghent.

Her mother moved back to Holland, so now she lives with Jos.

It's raining. Again. Welcome to Belgium.

Mr. Montgomery, welcome to Belgium.

Didn't get the memo? It's Mr. Evans.

I've found lodging in the village itself, as you requested.

Great.

But I have to warn you, it might not be very comfortable.

Because the place I found is not really a hotel.

It's a... A parsonage. What?

The local priest is renting out a room

because the Church needs extra money, I suppose.

But I can book you a hotel in a city nearby.

Everything is very close in Belgium.

No, it's perfect. I want to blend in.

Okay. Here's your Belgian cell phone.

My number is in it in case you need anything.

Great, thanks.

Voila, this is it. A very modest car, like you asked.

But we can change it, if you want.

No, it's perfect.

Turn back to the indicated road.

Yeah, yeah. The indicated road is closed, wise guy.

Oh, what the fuck...

Oh, come on.

Come on.

Shit.

Excuse me.

Sorry, ma'am?

She's asleep, sir.

And without her hearing aid she's as deaf as a post.

Anna, Anna?

Time to go home. Mass is finished.

See you tomorrow, Anna.

Good-bye.

She falls asleep every morning, before I even can reach the altar.

You must be Colin Evans. Yeah.

Did you walk all the way from America?

My car got stuck in the mud a couple of miles back.

I'm sorry to hear that. I'll send someone later to pull it out.

You know, I was raised by parents that considered the Americans as our saviors.

And that's why I'm so touched by

you trying to find your ancestor's grave.

Because he died for my freedom.

I apologize for the mess.

I wanted to replace the old furniture with more modern things,

but I didn't have the time to assemble everything.

Don't worry, I'll deduct it from the room rate.

It's IKEA. Do you have IKEA in America?

Yeah.

Yeah, of course. IKEA is everywhere.

It's like

my boss.

The bathroom is across the hall, over there.

Dinner is at 7:00. Today is chicken.

I've asked Martha, my housekeeper, to choose Cecile.

She's a nice, fat chick.

I mean Cecile. Cecile is, not Martha.

Right.

See you tonight.

I was wondering, I couldn't find your Wi-Fi.

My what?

Your Internet connection.

Oh, no, no. No Internet here. No.

God is my provider.

Right.

I've selected a few books about the Great War for you from my library.

I know it sounds strange for a man in my position,

but I'm very interested in war. I don't know why.

But I'm sure you'll find them quite interesting

and they could help you to locate your ancestor's grave.

Yeah. Thank you.

All right.

I wonder, do you know in which battle he was killed?

No. I only know it was in Flanders.

The American troops have never been here. They landed in France.

He was English. My great-grandmother moved to the US with her son

after her husband was killed.

Oh, I see.

I was fearing you would think that Flanders was just a part of France.

Many people in the US make that mistake.

Yeah. I'm a high school teacher.

So I'm not supposed to make those kind of mistakes.

Of course. I should have known.

Ah!

Enjoy. Thank you very much, Martha.

Cecile, as beautiful in death as she was in life.

Good morning.

The...

He is in church. Morning Mass.

I see.

Eggs? Yes, please.

Is this decaf?

What?

It's like coffee, but without the caffeine.