Ride or Die

I need to find Billy Donovan.

He'll be on the run now.

Previously on Ride or Die...

Billy Donovan's passport flagged this evening at a private airport.

Flight path is headed toward northern Spain,

where he has a safe house.

- So, if we stay on this road... -

- They stole my $24 million. - Oh, shit.

Go find them.

A front for an assassination agency. What part

of this is difficult?

Eliminate the problem.

- -

They found us!

- We have to get off now. - What do you mean, "get off"?

- You mean jump? -

I don't normally do

this kind of thing.

Well, if you want to do this kind of thing again,

let me know.

I can put my number in your phone.

Oh, fuck.

He's alive.

Thank you, Reverend Mother,

for taking the time.

We find that, after a certain age,

it becomes very hard to leave the system.

Sorry, Reverend Mother.

Those who are too young to remember their time with us

have the highest chance of being chosen.

Don't be offended

if she won't speak to you.

She's... difficult.

Not everything is in the file.

The behavior has intensified since she was returned.

- Returned? - All our children dream of being chosen.

When they're adopted and sent back,

they all of them have a part missing.

Hope.

Hello.

May I sit?

Four counts of arson, three of theft,

two of grand larceny, one of breaking and entering,

one of resisting arrest.

And yet, I'm told,

you have an exceptional IQ.

Who taught you French?

Taught myself.

It's not hard.

How long have you been here?

On and off, my whole life.

"After a certain age,

it's very hard for them to leave the system."

Nobody wants to adopt someone like me.

Well...

I don't want to adopt you.

No shit.

But I would like to offer you a scholarship.

To what?

Vocational program for gifted children.

There would be an intense athletics training, languages,

a new form of education, very strict routine--

Why me?

Do you know what I see in you?

Disregard for authority, sociopathic tendencies--

Potential.

I think you could become someone

extraordinary.

No thanks.

Okay.

That's it?

Yeah.

That's it.

I understand that you were...

...returned.

It's an unforgivable thing to do to a child.

No one in my program

is ever returned.

Get back here now, girl!

Yes, please.

Put him on.

No, I'm not asking. Do it, now.

Hello, Whiptail.

Don't do this.

- Don't kill Debbie. - I didn't do this.

You did this.

She's not going to talk. She's not going to say anything.

Please, would you please take the hit off her.

Everyone you send for her will die.

Oh, that, you've made very clear.

You violated our rules and killed one of our own to protect a civilian.

Who is this Debbie Claybourne to you?

Do not lie to me.

She's...

Say it.

She's my friend.

Did I teach you nothing?

Emotional attachments make us vulnerable.

You cannot survive the work we do, the life we have built, with a...

friend.

But I-I… I did it.

I did it. I have.

You-you didn't know anything about her.

- You didn't know she existed. - Yet here we are.

Now I know about her and she knows about me.

Go, then. Choose your friend.

I'll remove the order. But you're out on your own.

No.

No, no, please.

I'll do the job. I'm-I'm gonna take care of Billy Donovan.

Make a choice. Her or me.

Complete the job. You have 24 hours or you're out.

- -

Okay, we have...

...seven euro, 40 cents.

One pink Mento--

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Did David reply?

No. Nothing. But I can see

he's reading them.

"I know about the Albanians."

Please, now,

you give back phone?

Gracias.

- What...? -

You killed all those people.

Yes.

Oh, you did this to me.

No, I very neatly tranquillized you. You did it to yourself.

You got so scared you ran into the wall and knocked yourself unconscious.

- -

What... what do you want?

What do you call your wife?

What?

Your wife. What do you call her

when you're home alone, cuddling up?

- Your pet name or whatever. -

- - Your wife?

D. D. I call her D.

Mm, I like that.

Wait, what are you-- What...

Are you talking to my wife? Are you talking to Debbie? Debbie!

- -

"The less I know the better"?

- "The less I know the better"? - Prick.

- What a prick. -

- He blocked me. He actually blocked me... - What?

We need to find Billy now.

Let me see that.

How much?

- -

Jacques Boucher, Interpol.

Uh, we were not expecting you, sir.

We, uh, have the scene under control.

The train crossed international lines. Show me.

We have not moved the body. Forensics are on the way.

We have, uh, counted for all passengers.

All except for two women.

A Veronica Gillingsby

and a Susan Stewart.

They boarded in Calais. We have no record of them getting off.

- Where do you think they went? - We don't know.

There was some sort of fight. No witnesses.

But as you can see...

Fuckin' hell.

I'm fucked. I am totally fucked.

I work for a clandestine assassination agency,

and I brought a woman from a bar home to my apartment.

That-That's, like, 101.

They literally teach an entire seminar on this.

I got Red Sparrowed.

Look, you are spiraling, okay?

Uh, this software she put on your phone--

I have never seen anything like it.

Whoever this woman is, she's a fucking pro.

- They're gonna kill me. - Okay.

So, we won't tell them.

- We? - Yeah, we. Look, if you're dead,

I can't get my meeting with the director.

She must have left something, like fingerprints,

DNA. Did she touch anything?

Besides... you know.

I'm not doing your dishes.