Argylle

["You're the First, the Last, My Everything" playing]

I certainly hope you dance as well as you dress.

There's only one way to find out.

Do you do the whirlybird?

Must you even ask?

Don't you know who I am?

No.

But I'd like to find out.

How I wish you were here to capture my heart,

not simply to capture me, Agent Argylle.

I guess the whirlybird doesn't catch the worm.

Any last words?

A little help, Keira?

Who's Keira?

The girl who gave up being the next Steve Jobs to save his sorry ass.

- - You're welcome.

Need a lift?

Legrange made me. She knew exactly who I was.

Well, then let's get the hell outta here.

Keira!

She's hit. Keira's down.

Sending medevac. You need to stay on target, Argylle.

No, I can save her.

Let medevac do their job. You do yours.

That's an order.

- -

Wyatt, I lost her.

What's your status?

I'm about to enjoy a delicious Greek coffee.

Well, I suggest you hurry up.

She's inbound to your position.

Oh, relax.

- -

Bad news for you,

this is the only exit route off the island.

The good news?

This place makes phenomenal karydopita.

Mmm, I hope you like it.

Because it's about to be your last meal

unless you tell us who told you that we were coming.

- Who? -

You don't answer,

you're gonna be the same temperature as my coffee right now.

Which, thanks to you, is ice-cold.

Phone.

You and I, we're not so different.

You're a terrorist.

Then what, Agent Argylle, does that make you?

Hmm.

Argylle.

Be advised, Legrange,

Agent Argylle is en route to your location now.

It seems we serve the same master.

Argylle, Wyatt,

complete your mission and return to base.

Argylle.

Cut your feed.

Think clearly.

Use your head.

You can't believe a goddamn word she sa--

We're on our own now.

The Directorate will come after us.

- So we go dark. Off the grid. - " So we go dark. Off the grid. "

- Fully. -" Fully. "

- We trust each other... -"We trust each other and no one else."

"You understand me?"

"From this moment forward, it's a whole new ball game," warned Argylle.

For he knew there was no turning back.

That nothing would ever be the same again.

Elly Conway, ladies and gentlemen. All right.

Thank you. Thank you.

Okay, and, uh, now let's take some questions.

So-- Oh. Yes?

- Hi, Elly. - Oh, hi. Hi.

I'm actually an aspiring writer, but I can never seem to find the time.

Do you have any advice?

Oh, my goodness, I know how hard that can be.

Um, for me, when I was a waitress, I was juggling so many shifts.

I never had the time to really write until the, um-- well, the--

the skating accident, which I've obviously spoken about.

And-- And I think when something like that happens to you,

it makes you realize that tomorrow isn't promised.

And that if you can't find the time,

you have to make the time to do the things that are important to you.

And once I did that, all the characters and stories and ideas

that had been trapped in my head for so many years

finally got let out onto the page.

All right, let's take another question.

Uh, yeah?

- Hello. - Hello.

It's no secret you are the spy novelist actual spies read.

You have even predicted real-life geopolitical events.

Hmm.

Fleming, Forsyth, le Carré,

they all had the same touch and they turned out to be real spies.

So, what?

- Are you a spy, too? -

- - How do you do it?

Gosh, I wish. I wish.

That would make everything so much easier, but no.

As boring as it may seem, the secret is research, research, research.

Although, that is what I would say if I was a real spy, so...

Okay, next question.

Yes? Young lady, down in front.

Uh, when are we gonna get book five?

- - Oh. Well.

- Sooner than you think. -

Very exciting.

Uh, yeah? Gentleman in the gray hoodie.

Uh, sorry if this sounds a bit forward,

but I don't know if I'll ever get another chance to ask,

so, do you have any plans tonight?

- Oh. That's-- -

That's very flattering. Um.

But tonight I actually do have a hot date.

Yep. Another hot date.

You ready?

Mama's got to get to work.

The stolen master file

held more than enough proof

to bring the Directorate down.

Although the hacker's price was high,

Argylle knew that it would be worth its weight in gold.

Half now, half on delivery.

As discussed.

This phone is the key to the master file.

Go to London.

Once you've arrived, you'll receive a call on that phone from my employer,

the world's greatest hacker.

Finally in reach of the silver bullet,

which would destroy the Directorate

once and for all.

The end.

Book five finished.

Cheers, Argylle.

Mom, morning. Hi.

Did you see my email I sent you last night?

Oh, I read it.

Overnight? The whole thing?

Oh, sweetie, I'm your mother. Of course I did.

I took two Adderall, started, couldn't put it down.

I was blown away.

You did it again, angel.

Mom, I'm so relieved.

I was going over and over it in my head and stressing

and, ugh, I'm just glad you like it, honestly.

Now we can get it out to the publisher and just--

Right. Well...

Oh, no.

What?

Nothing. The book--

- The book is phenomenal, sweetie, but-- -

You don't think it's ready.

Oh, Elly, it's just-- it's the ending.

- Oh, God. - I'm reading this thing.

I'm on the edge of my toilet.

Argylle about to get the master file, defeat those SOBs,

and then the big twist is

it's in London. Huh?

What? No. No, no, no.

Does he get the file or not?

- What happens next? - It's called a cliff-hanger, Mother.

Elly, it's called a cop-out.

And you can't do this to your readers.

How about I fly in on Friday?