Inheritance

You're a great dancer.

I'm amazing.

Take it easy, I guess.

You sure you don't want to say anything?

I'd say fuck too many times.

She wouldn't care.

No.

Oh, come on.

I can't believe he came.

Both Maya and I appreciate all of you taking the time

to help us say goodbye to our mother, Laura Welch.

Mom lived her life as a nurse,

caring for others as if they were her own children.

Hey.

Like a good Buddhist, she always said,

"Happiness never decreases by being shared."

Few of us could follow her noble example.

But as most of you know, my sister Maya came close,

spending the last nine months caring for her around the clock.

She's been a blessing in this hellish year,

and for that I thank her.

Yeah. This sucks. She would have hated this.

Hey, girls. Doug. How are you?

It's good to see you, Mr. Welch.

This must be Cleo. Hey, Cleo.

- Here, let me take her. - Where'd you fly in from?

London. I just wish I'd come sooner.

I should have been here for you.

You haven't been here for us in a long time.

I was an idiot, and I blew it,

and I wish I could take it all back.

But right now, I just want to try

and make it up to you two, please.

Maya. Hey. What are you gonna do now?

- Going home. - I mean for work.

Look, maybe this is the last thing

you want to talk about right now,

but I might have something for you,

if you're interested.

I don't know the first thing about real estate.

Oh, you don't need to. All you need is to be charming.

And under that tough exterior, I know you are.

Foreign buyers, mostly from Egypt and India.

Young.

When they come and look at the property,

they want someone to squire them around the city for a few days.

-Coddle them. -Like an escort.

Like an agent.

You know, someone cool they can relate to.

Young, alive and fun.

Well, I'm one of those things.

A thousand dollars a day, three weeks minimum.

We'll see after that.

What's the catch?

There's no catch.

But you have to meet them first in Cairo for a few days,

and then bring them here.

I haven't seen you in years. I don't even know you.

Oh, come on, Maya.

You know me. We were a good team.

It was always you and me.

But you're right.

It's been too long, and it's my fault, so let me fix it.

You've had a brutal year. You've just lost your mother.

Let me...

Let me be your father.

I can't believe I'm gonna have to pack

up this place all by myself.

What do you think?

I think this is crazy.

-I know. -No. This is crazy.

Let me see your eyes.

I'm not wasted. What the fuck?

I don't know.

He just comes along, and you're just gonna go with him.

I thought you were trying to get control of your life.

It's work. Okay?

He still owes us for the funeral, the hospital bed.

Paid. He wired us the money. Everything's taken care of.

Everything? I doubt that.

See? Sam Welch. Sent yesterday.

He's doing what he's supposed to.

Just give him a break.

From a bank in South Korea.

Well, he is Mr. International Businessman.

I wouldn't go with him no matter how much he paid.

He's the only parent I have left.

And come on, Jess.

I spent the last nine months stuck in this apartment

watching Mom die.

I'll do anything,

go anywhere to get out of this place.

- Hey. - Hey, you made it.

I have something for you.

A week up front, as you requested.

You were always a tough negotiator

since the day you were born.

What was I negotiating for? Love?

You know what you want, and you know how to get it.

So not love.

You're willing to take risks. You get things done.

That's something we both share.

You know, you've never said anything like that to me before.

Ms. Welch, would you like

anything else before we depart?

- I'm fine, thanks. - Mr. Robertson?

No, not for me. Thank you.

Robertson?

She must be tired.

To new ventures.

It's a 42 floor glass tower, three story lobby,

two pools, rooftop, basement.

Who's buying it?

Consortium of wealthy individuals.

One's in telecom, another owns a car company in India.

So you help rich people launder their money.

Uh, no.

Well, isn't that what high end

New York real estate's all about?

- That's not who my clients are. - How do you know?

Because if they were, I'd be making a lot more money.

Excuse me.

-Sam! -Khalil!

-How you doing? -Good, my friend.

-Good to see you. -Welcome back.

Thank you. Wow. What?

Is that the cheapest cigar you could find?

You know me, Sam. I don't like cigars.

So this is she.

Maya, this is Khalil Ibrahim, business partner and friend.

-For Miss Maya, small beauty for great beauty.

Thank you.

Welcome to Egypt.

There you are.

-Hey. -Hey.

Look what I found.

- Oh, my God. - You were what, 6?

Remember that trip?

-Yeah? -Barely.

You looked like your mom even then.

Nah, everyone says I look like you.

We were like two peas in a pod, making trouble, having fun.

They stood right here, put their hands here,

laid these massive stones into place.

They were slaves, right?

No one knows their names or anything about them.

We barely even remember the kings.

Ever heard of Rahotep, Intef, Thutmose?

- No. - How about Hatshepsut,

longest reigning female pharaoh?

She was a good ruler in hard times.

Akhenaten was ineffectual. Seti was brutal.

They all thought their little dramas were important,

but in the end, they're just specks of sand.

Same as the guys who laid these stones.

Insignificant.

That's depressing.

Or freeing.

You ready to go?

Sure.

Tell me about Robertson.

What?

I saw your Robertson passport on the plane.

My nom de plume.

You're not a writer.

Don't lie to me.

The least you can do is tell me the truth.

I sell real estate. I do. But in the past,

you know, my clients were sometimes a little sketchy.

It was easier to use a different name,

so it wouldn't get back to your mom or you kids.

How were they sketchy?

Some were fighting wars,

which made them desperate, sometimes dangerous.

-What do you do for them? -Did. Not anymore.

Okay, what did you do?

I laundered their money through real estate.

Of course. Where'd that money go?

To buy information or influence.

Or weapons?

In some cases, yes.

So, dictators, terrorists?

No. No. I backed the Kurds in Syria, LGBT activists in Russia.

I helped fund the Arab Spring.

You know, that certainly pissed off a few people here in Egypt,

But I choose my clients as much as they choose me.

Anyway, that's all in the past, you know?

And I'm just stuck with Robertson.

What did you do when we lived in Turkey?

Worked for the State Department.

Doing what?

Connecting with locals, gathering information.

You were a spy.

Did mom know?

Of course she knew.

Is that why we went home?

No, I...

She was just tired of moving every few years.

Didn't want to bring two children up that way,

and she was right.