Whiskey Cavalier

[ Music stops, ringing continues ]

Hey, man, what's up?

Oh, you know, just saving the free world and stuff.

How about you?

No, I'm just hanging out.

All's good.

You're not still sitting in the dark

in your sweat pants, are you?

What? No. Ugh.

On a beautiful day like today? Mnh-mnh.

Copy that.

Are you eating?

And I don't mean junk.

Yeah, I got a few friends over.

We're, uh -- We're cooking right now.

Aww, that's sweet.

Look, I know Gigi dumped you,

but what a great time to be single, right?

And, sure, you guys were together for, like,

over a year...

Hey, Whiskey, you okay?

No, man, I'm tip-top.

Now can we stop talking about it and run the play?

Copy that.

Our target is Dr. Stephen Conrad...

Ray: ...American CDC scientist and degenerate gambler.

He's stolen a vial of weaponized Ebola,

and he's looking to sell it to the highest bidder.

Posing as a French arms dealer, I'll meet Conrad

and pay him 1.1 million euros for the pathogen...

...and you'll be there to provide cover.

I'm in position.

Oh, hello, Dr. Conrad.

Very punctual.

I like that in a traitor.

Oh, and you brought a plus-one.

So everybody's got a friend here.

Ray: Son of a bitch!

Dude, I'm -- I'm stuck!

A big soccer match just ended, and it's total gridlock.

We have to abort. Negative.

This guy is carrying a toxin

that could wipe out half of Europe.

You have no back-up. You don't even have the cash.

Okay, the boss said to stand down.

Whiskey?

Whiskey?

Whiskey!

Whis--

I hate soccer!

Bonjour. Je m'appelle Jean.

Jean? No. Where's Arthur?

He sent me.

Allez.

Arthur, uh -- Arthur didn't say anything about any --

anybody else coming in on this.

Oh. He's clean.

Okay, so where's the money?

It's nearby. "Nearby"?

N-No, no, this is supposed to be a simultaneous exchange.

It's okay. I leave.

No, no, no, no.

The virus is extremely dangerous.

Do not take the vial out of the case.

Wait!

Hey!

Freeze!

"City of Love" my ass.

So that's why my badge is a tiny bit bigger than most.

Yeah, it's a true story. Oh, h-hold on.

Hey, hey, there he is. There is the man!

How you feeling?

Oh, I feel great. I feel awesome.

Really?

No, Ray, I feel like I got shot.

Hey, look, not to be that guy,

but you should have listened to me.

I'm the only one who was authorized

to make the exchange.

Ray, I don't know why you're coming in hot.

I broke protocol.

I took a bullet, okay?

I'm not saying it was your fault.

Really? No.

'Cause it kind of might have been my fault.

What?

I was leaving this girl's apartment,

and I got a little turned around.

Was she worth me almost getting killed?

Nope.

Will, look, I'm -- I'm sorry, okay?

Let me make it up to you.

You know that little cottage I have in Lyon?

Well, let's go down there and relax.

We can eat a bunch of cheese and just bro out.

Will: Ray, I'm too bruised to bro out.

Oh, and, uh, thanks for telling everybody

that this definitely wasn't my fault.

Wasn't my fault. Hmm.

What's up, playa?

"Playa"?

Have you been drinking?

Are you buzzy right now?

You know it!

Guess who just talked a psychopath

into releasing a school bus full of terrified children?

You did! I did!

Oh, man, I hate that you're there having fun without me.

Then move back home to New York!

It'd be good for you.

I know. You're right.

You're right.

Do you think she misses me?

Want my professional opinion?

Should I text her?

I mean, I know I-I shouldn't --

I shouldn't text her, but I really want to text her.

Listen, I get it.

There are a lot of feelings here.

But what did we decide about your feelings?

Right, I have my feelings.

My feelings don't have me.

Yeah, so just keep taking it one day at a time.

Listen, I will call you later,

and we will eat ice cream on the phone together.

Uh, affirmative.

Yes, we'll -- we'll pursue that plan of action.

I know that tone!