Fountain of Youth

Pick up the phone!

Hey, Kasem.

This is a coincidence. What are you doing here?

You have something that doesn't belong to you.

I do?

The very expensive painting rolled up in the tube on your back.

Belongs to my boss.

I'm not really sure it belongs to him.

A bit ambiguous who it belongs to, isn't it?

Ambiguous.

It's open to a multiplicity of meanings, like confusing or vague or just unclear.

Let me make it not ambiguous.

Let me make it very clear.

Okay.

No need for any of that.

All right. Let me just find a place to pull over.

You got me a little boxed in here.

Careful.

Move. Excuse me. Excuse me.

Watch out. Sorry.

Excuse me.

Watch.

Watch out.

Hey, Luke. Where are you? The plane's ready to go.

Murph, I'm not gonna make it to the airport.

I need another way.

Luke? Hello?

Take the train out of Bangkok to Chiang Mai.

I'll meet you at the airfield.

Sorry. Yep. Sorry.

Honk, honk. Coming through. Honk, honk. Come on.

Sorry! Coming through.

Sorry! Coming through.

Sorry.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Watch out.

You talk in your sleep.

So I've been told.

Anything...

scandalous?

Depends on your boundaries.

Nothing incriminating.

Let me try again.

Sadly, I don't think we have time for that.

Are we getting ahead of ourselves?

Should we start with names?

I think the less you know the better, Mr. Purdue.

You are not here on vacation.

No.

Business.

What business are you in?

I recover rare and unique paintings.

Sometimes in leather tubes.

Well, that's a coincidence.

So, where do we go from here?

I think you know where we go from here.

I'm the hand of mercy.

My associates are the hand of judgment.

You choose.

Well, there's a third option.

- There is? - Yes.

You have foolishly overlooked my team of lethal bodyguards.

Don't be fooled by their innocuous appearance.

They are each a wolf in sheep's clothing.

So, either you surrender now,

or I will be forced to release my dogs of war.

I think I like my chances.

Well...

hand of mercy it is then.

I do like a happy ending.

You're not with Kasem?

Who's Kasem?

- Luke? - Murph, train didn't work out either.

Wait. What?

Oh, no.

What else you got?

Just give me a second.

There's a bus stop about an hour's walk from where you are.

Just come pick me up.

No more motorbikes. No more trains.

Not interested in walking.

I'm not interested in buses.

Murph, you have to come pick me up.

From the house on Strathmore Gardens,

Mr. Cross would like the carpets in the front hall,

the portrait, the grandfather clock, the drawing room couch, the...

The green couch?

You hate the green couch.

If we may continue.

Harold, this isn't what we agreed on.

We agreed to settle this amicably with a neutral mediator.

Don't be so naïve, Charlotte.

Where did you think we were going to end up?

Well, not on the 17th floor being ambushed by your lawyer.

It is what it is. We are where we are.

Well, I don't care about furniture,

but we are not going to squabble over the custody of our son.

You should get yourself a lawyer.

Emily, can you please lock up the west wing?

I'm gonna go check on the Holbein restoration.

- Okay. See you later. - See you.

It's a remarkable painting.

Wonderful silk slippers.

Luke, why are you in England?

Charlotte, it's been almost a year.

Can't a brother drop in to see his kid sister?

How's the family?

- Young Thomas? - He's wonderful.

He's also brilliant.

- And the husband? Henry? - Harold.

Not so brilliant.

Turns out he's as loyal as a tomcat.

I'm sorry to hear that.

But you are a masterpiece, and he is a monkey.

I could've told you it wouldn't work out.

Not today, Luke. It's too raw.

Are you in trouble again?

Charlotte, do you think this is really what you should be doing?

Oh, thank God. I'm saved. You're a life coach now.

Don't mention it. It's a brother's duty.

I like what I do, and I'm good at it.

No, I know that's what you have to tell yourself,

but the three of us, we had such great adventures.

Don't you miss that?

Yeah, but that was ten years ago.

Dad died, I was raising a baby,

juggling a job, and I had to grow up.

Not exactly sure what happened to you.

Well, you call yourself a curator,

but I think there's a unnatural split in the Holy Family.

Between the Virgin Mary and the baby Jesus.

- No, there isn't. - Yes, there is.

In the Levenstede the Younger.

- I can't see anything. - Really?

Take a look between the two angels, and then between their halos.

Follow that line straight through our baby Savior into his ten,

tiny but fat, pink toes.

And there, in the blue velvet...

you'll find it.

Luke!

What are you doing?

Luke!

Luke!

Luke!

Luke! Don't do this to me!

Luke! What is this?

You've been in the country ten minutes. What, did you steal this too?

You give that painting back.

I will, but first, get in and you can have it back.

No.

- It's now or never. - No.

You're not gonna make it outta here.

Well, you underestimate my choice in cars.

Give the painting back.

Oh, come on, Charlotte.

- You're not here for that. - Luke, listen to me. Give it back.

You don't want the painting back.

You want your old life back.

Sorry!

Sweet baby Jesus.

And his fat little toes.

This has to stop.

Murph, catch.

Deb, are we good?

We're all good.

Deb!

You're still working with Dad's old team?

Deb. Murphy.

Charlotte.

What are you doing to my painting?

He's wearing gloves.

Nothing has changed.

You've got your prize, and tomorrow, it still won't be enough.

It's an arrival fallacy.

You keep telling yourself you'll be satisfied

when you're holding that trophy in your hands, but you never will be.

You're just chasing a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.

Well, at least I believe in something.

You've outsmarted yourself into not even believing that there can be a pot.

You've chosen comfort and predictability, and you've put your entire life on hold.

But, Charlotte, life is about the adventure.

People don't climb mountains to just get to some treasure at the top.

And no, I can't reconcile Dad's great mystery

about why the journey's more important than the prize,

but I do know that you have to go on the journey.

Murph?

- There's nothing there. - That's not good.

What's not good?

Nothing.

I'm sorry.

To both of you. It's been a long day.

- Stop. - Charlotte, you're right and I'm wrong,

and you're my sister and I love you.

I'm gonna make all this right.

You can have your painting. I'll take you back.

But I can see you're doing that thing.

I just need you to breathe.

When she's mad, you stop breathing.

Come on. We'll do it together, right?

I love you. Do you forgive me?