Polar

Retirement, here I come, motherfuckers.

Ah.

What's your name again, baby?

I'm still Sindy, baby!

Well, hello again, Sindy baby.

Oh, yeah!

Whoa!

You got a little on you!

Come here.

Woo-woo!

-...thirteen, fourteen... -Yeah, baby!

...fifteen...

You're so strong!

In position.

Woo-hoo!

You know I do!

You got it, babe!

You're such a great dancer.

Oh, yes!

-Come here, honey. -Oh, these hips don't lie.

Rawr!

I love it! Come here.

Easy now, Disco Man.

Oh, yeah. -Oh!

It's blow time, mister.

Be my guest.

Oh, yeah. Hello there.

This retirement thing is really working out.

Thank you, thank you.

Bang.

Moving in.

Hey!

Oh, God, fuck!

I fuckin' love that song!

All you, Facundo. -Oh!

Why?

-You got old, Michael. Sindy bab--

Not that old, after all.

Karl, we're ready to get the fuck out of here.

At your service! Please come onboard.

Yeah. It's done. We're heading back now.

Fasten your seatbelts.

Woo-woo!

Great job, Facundo. See you back at the mansion.

Yes, ma'am. Safe flight.

Okay, sweetie, Dr. Becker will see you now.

If I can get you to take a nice deep breath in.

And out.

And once more.

And out.

Oh.

Lung's good... considering.

It's never too late to get that metal removed.

Lift the arm up.

Gosh, it must hurt.

Eh, it's not too bad.

Okay, you can lower it.

How's the hearing in that left ear, Duncan?

What was that?

Funny. Very funny.

Did you get all the shots I recommended?

Hep Shingles?

All good.

Okay. If you lie down on your side, please.

And I'll get you to bring your knees up to your chest, please.

Okay.

And deep breath.

When people ask me why I save the prostate exam till last,

I just think it's nice for my patients to have something fun to look forward to.

And exhale.

We're done.

Oh, I baked a pear tartine.

Thanks.

All right!

Here you go.

Homemade.

What are you looking forward to most about retiring?

Don't know. The normal stuff.

The most dangerous time for men is the year they retire.

They take up some crazy sport.

They ditch their wife and fuck girls younger than their daughters.

They think they're king of the world.

It's not always the things I test for that get you.

We got you covered for cancer and heart disease and basic human biology.

But sometimes the killer's in your head.

The mental side of retirement. Phew.

It can be deadly.

Mmm.

Wow! This pie is great. Hmm.

What about cigarettes?

I quit. Good for you.

Yes, going through your financial report, the good news,

yes, is that you've got no financial worries at all.

Will you be making the same charity donation again this year,

$200,000, yes?

-Yes. -Yes.

Same recipient, the trust, yes?

-Yes. -Yes.

And from the same bank account,

the Montana Union Credit Bank, yes?

Yes.

As per your employment agreement,

Damocles will be matching your pension contributions,

which have been substantial.

You have put away the maximum

and the company plan has seen it grow at a rate of a good six percent per year.

You can draw half of that on your official retirement date,

which is in...

Fourteen days.

Yes!

Then in 14 days,

Damocles will be cutting you a check

for the best part of...

eight million two hundred and seven thousand five hundred and twenty-three dollars and four cents.

How about that, Mr. Vizla?

You have properties in four states, yes?

I just need to know which one you'll be retiring to so--

Use the Florida address.

The Florida address, yes.

Keeping the old golf handicap down?

Yes?

Yes.

Yes.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I shall fear no evil,

for you are with me.

Your rod and your staff comfort me...

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

Speak.

-You wanted to talk. You watching me?

Yep.

We need to meet.

-Jimmy's in ten. -I'll be there.

Dom Pérignon, 2004.

You remembered.

It's good to see you, Duncan.

I figured you might show up, so I brought you this.

Apparently, he'd been partying in his big-ass McMansion down in Chile

for days when he got attacked.

No.

I quit.

What's this about, Vivian?

Michael was the fourth dead Damocles agent in the past month.

Our intel says Michael's killer is tied to a Russian outlet.

They hired some Mexican hit man

by the name of Pedro Gonzalez Gonzales.

He's currently staking out in Belarus, Russia.

Your old boss, Blut, sanctioned a revenge hit.

A million dollar bullet to tell this pendejo

that we are not to be fucked with.

Well, Blut fired me.

Oh, don't be such a cry-baby.

He lets go of everybody at 50. You know that. Company fucking policy.

You can't be a hit man with Alzheimer's.

Get one of the young guys, then.

Technically, you're still active for the next two weeks.

This needs somebody with more finesse, more...

experience.

Why don't you do it?

He wants you.

The Black Kaiser.

...got me some Lip Smackers for the store just like you said I should.

Oh, the flavored ones! Yeah!

I got strawberry, I got raspberry, I got rhubarb.

But do they taste good? They do.

I was thinking, maybe in the summer,

I could do a promotional tie-in with the pies.

Did you say "Italian"? -No, a tie-in.

-It's like marketing. Like a commercial.

-Absolutely! -Like on TV.

Do you remember that TV series that I was telling you about?

Mm-hmm. You have to start it from the beginning.

I got it in the box across the street.

Now, it's British, but you can put the subtitles on.

It sounds kind of religious. -It's not as religious as you might think.

Do you find Jesus attractive?

Oh, my, Jesus is a handsome man, isn't he?

Hey.

He likes you, man.

What's his name?

He doesn't have one.

I like dogs with human names.

Like "Rusty."

I don't know anyone human named Rusty.

No, it's human.

Okay, whatever you say, man.

He's only 50 bucks.

I don't need a dog. Okay.

Finally you're free.

After all these years.

I want to take a picture of this moment.

Pretty good, huh?

Ah.

Rusty?

Shit...

Oh, shit!

It's not about who you are or what you think...

Just imagine. You and me.