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Inheritance (2025)

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Inheritance (2025)

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[ Airplanes whirring ]

[ Reel clicking ]

[ Beeps ]

[ Indistinct talking ]

[ Bell jingles ]

[ Siren chirps ]

[ Hammering ]

[ Dance music playing ]

You're a great dancer.

I'm amazing.

[ Groans ]

MAN: Take it easy, I guess.

[ Door closes ]

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

[ Horns honking ]

You sure you don't

want to say anything?

I'd say f*ck too many times.

She wouldn't care.

No.

Oh, come on.

[ Indistinct talking ]

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.

-JESS: Here, let me take her.

-Where'd you fly in from?

SAM: 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.

-SAM: 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.

[ Chuckles ] 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.

-[ Scoffs ]

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.

JESS: 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 f*ck?

JESS: 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.

JESS: Everything? I doubt that.

See? Sam Welch.

Sent yesterday.

He's doing what

he's supposed to.

Just give him a break.

JESS: From a bank

in South Korea.

Well, he is

Mr. International Businessman.

I wouldn't go with him

no matter how much he paid.

MAYA: 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.

[ Indistinct P.A. announcement ]

[ Planes whirring ]













-MAYA: 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.

ATTENDANT: Ms. Welch,

would you like

anything else before we depart?

-I'm fine, thanks.

-ATTENDANT: Mr. Robertson?

SAM: No, not for me.

Thank you.

Robertson?

She must be tired.

To new ventures.

[ Clink ]

[ Chimes ]

It's a 42 floor glass tower,

three story lobby,

two pools, rooftop, basement.

MAYA: Who's buying it?

SAM: 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.

-MAYA: How do you know?

Because if they were,

I'd be making a lot more money.

Excuse me.











[ Flight attendant speaking

indistinctly ]





[ Horns honking ]



[ Motorcycle revs ]

-Sam!

-Khalil!

[ Both laugh ]

-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.









[ Beeps ]



[ Horns honking ]

[ Indistinct chatter ]

There you are.

-Hey.

-Hey.

Look what I found.

[ Chuckles ]

-MAYA: Oh, my God.

-SAM: You were what, 6?

Remember that trip?

-Yeah?

-Barely.

You looked like your mom

even then.

MAYA: Nah, everyone says

I look like you.

SAM: 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.

MAYA: They were sl*ves, right?

No one knows their names

or anything about them.

We barely even remember

the kings.

Ever heard of Rahotep,

Intef, Thutmose?

-No.

-SAM: 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.

SAM: Or freeing.



[ Indistinct chatter ]

You ready to go?

Sure.

Tell me about Robertson.

SAM: 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?

SAM: Some were fighting wars,

which made them desperate,

sometimes dangerous.

-What do you do for them?

-Did. Not anymore.

MAYA: Okay, what did you do?

I laundered their money

through real estate.

Of course.

Where'd that money go?

To buy information or influence.

MAYA: Or weapons?

In some cases, yes.

So, dictators, t*rrorists?

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?

SAM: Of course she knew.

Is that why we went home?

SAM: 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.

I don't miss her.

SAM: Oh, Maya,

it's too soon, you know?

The reality hasn't hit you yet.

She really was a saint.

There was no one

she wouldn't try to help.

I wanted to be like her, but...

I'm not.

You know, it's kind of hard

to say out loud,

but I was relieved

when I left the hospital.

I felt almost giddy.

Freedom.

Then the guilt hit me,

like a shovel to the skull.

SAM: All of that is normal.

You know that, right?

I don't know.

I just need to move on.

Let me help you move on.

Look, none of this

is important or world-changing,

but I've built something here.

Something real.

And I want you and I

to run it together.

[ Ring tone plays ]

Sorry, hold on.

I got to take this.

Don't move.

Okay? What?

Uh, can I get

another one of these?

WAITER: Yes, ma'am.

[ Indistinct chatter ]

[ Ringing ]

What's up?

SAM: Maya, leave the

restaurant. Now.

Why? I just ordered.

Now! I'll take care of

the bill later.

Just get my iPad

and walk away fast.

Okay, you're freaking me out.

What is going on?

SAM: Just hurry up.

-I'm going.

-SAM: Don't hang up.

Let me know

when you're at the door.

You're being weird.

Just go.

Okay, I'm out.

Where are you?

SAM: Walk away

from the restaurant.

[ Tires squeal ]

-The cops are here.

-SAM: Just keep moving.

Go.

[ Tires squeal ]

He's inside?

And you confirmed?

-Yes. Yeah.

-Did you?

Yes.

He's inside. Ready to go.

MAN: Copy that.

-What is going on?

-SAM: You have my iPad?

Yes.

SAM: Head away from the river.

Okay, but where are you?

What the f*ck is going on?

SAM: I'll meet you

at the Zebdya Cafe.

The Zebdya Cafe.

It's south of you.

Just take a left at the next

street and walk three blocks.

You understand?

No, Dad, I don't.

I don't. What the f*ck?

SAM: I'll see you there.

OPERATOR: We're sorry.

You have reached a number

that has been disconnected

or is no longer in --

[ Horns honking ]

-Miss Maya.

-Where's my dad?

Please, he...

Something happened to him.

-What do you mean?

-Have a seat.

Two men,

they pushed him into a van.

No, I was just on the phone

with him.

He's coming here.

-KHALIL: Saw it myself.

He knew they were

looking for him.

I was rushing to get there,

but I was too late.

There were police

at the restaurant.

I thought that's why he left.

What color uniform?

Green or white?

Or dark blue?

-Not white, darker.

-We must go now.

-MAYA: To the hotel?

-We can't go back there.

MAYA: Why not?

Please, Miss Maya, your father

asked me to keep you safe.

I must do that. Let's go.

[ Horns honking ]

[ Speaking native language ]

[ Elevator whirring ]

Why aren't we calling

the police?

KHALIL: It's not that simple.

There are good police

and bad police, like everywhere.

This is not New York.

You have to know who to talk to.

It might be the police

who kidnapped him.

Why would

the police kidnap him?

KHALIL: He made some enemies

here during the Arab Spring.

Let me make some phone calls,

and I will find out.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Who's that?

Answer it.

-Hello.

-MAN: Maya Welch?

Who is this?

-Hello?

-SAM: Maya, it's me.

Dad? Are you okay?

SAM: I'm fine.

I'm just so sorry this

is happening.

Please don't worry.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Wait. What is going on?

What happened?

SAM: Look, I know I told you

I was done with that old life,

but I'm sorry.

It's just business.

They want something I have.

Something they paid for.

I need you to get it for me.

Okay, well, what do I do?

SAM: You have my iPad?

Open it to the calendar.

Okay, I don't have

your password.

SAM: It's your birthday,

sweetheart.

There's an appointment

tomorrow morning.

MAYA: Uh...

Okay, I see it.

SAM: Good.

Just go there,

tell them my name.

They'll give you something.

And then...

And then where do I bring it?

SAM: It's not that simple.

You got to make another stop.

You'll see.

Don't talk to anyone about this.

No one.

Okay.

SAM: And don't tell

Khalil, okay?

And destroy the iPad,

smash it, throw it in the trash.

MAN: Give me the phone.

No more.

Maya Welch, if you go to

the police, he's dead.

If you don't bring it to us,

you are dead.

Do you understand?

-Yes.

-MAN: You have two days.

[ Beeping ]

Jesus Christ.

What did he tell you?

He, uh...

He wants me to get something

so they'll release him.

What it is? Where?

He doesn't want me

to tell anyone.

-Even me?

-MAYA: I don't know.

I guess not.

Look, I have to go to the hotel.

That is a bad idea.

Okay, well...

What about if you go?

Please, it's just --

it's one bag.

My computer's in it,

and, you know,

some female stuff.

Don't let anyone in.

And keep the door locked

behind me.

[ Door closes ]



[ Line ringing ]

WOMAN: United States Embassy.

This is the emergency number.

What's your emergency?

I, uh -- I think my dad's

been kidnapped.

WOMAN: Are you

an American citizen?

-Yes.

-WOMAN: The duty office is

not available right now,

but we'll call you back

at this number.

Are you in a safe place?

-I mean, I think so, but I...

Can I come there?

Can I come to the Embassy?

WOMAN: We don't open

until 7:00.



[ Phone ringing ]





[ Man shouts ]







[ Police radio chatter ]







[ Vehicles approaching ]







Maya.

Do you hate your father

so much you want him to die?

Why is it so hard to help him?

Your family is not my business,

but I'm very fond of Sam.

He has helped me many times.

I saw a woman go inside.

She was with the police

at the restaurant last night.

KHALIL: And what

does that tell you?

I don't know.

I don't think you are

really that naive.

Look, if you don't want

help him, just let me.

I will do what needs to be done.

Just tell me what it is.

He wants me to do it.

I'll do it.

Thanks.



[ Horn honking ]





















Hi.

I'm here to pick up something

for Sam Welch.

No.

I was told that you have

something for Sam Welch.

I need it.

Do you want to buy something?

MAYA: No. I...

What about Sam Robertson?

Who?

Sam Robertson.

I'm his daughter.

[ Drawer opens ]



This?

MAN: What did you expect,

Miss Robertson?













JESS: Holy sh*t. Okay.

This is what you've got to do.

You've got to go to the airport

and get on the first plane home.

What? I can't just leave.

JESS: Of course you can.

If he has gotten himself

into trouble,

it is not your job

to get him out of it.

But I can get him out

of it, okay?

He just needs me

to get him something.

JESS: What? A ransom?

Come on, Maya.

How are you supposed

to get that?

It's in India.

I have to go there.

JESS: That's crazy.

Do not go to India.

You are not up for this.

What's that supposed to mean?

JESS: Maya, just

get out of there, okay?

Go straight to the airport

right now!





MAN: 650.

Thanks.



WOMAN: Passport, please.







[ Attendant speaking

native language ]

ATTENDANT:

Ladies and gentlemen,

please make sure

that your seat belt is fastened

and that your seat is

in the upright position.

In a few minutes,

we will be landing in Delhi.





57,500.



[ Horns honking ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]



[ Maya gasps ]



[ Horns honking ]

MAN: Hello? This hotel good.

Come.

Here.

[ Speaking native language ]

[ Speaking native language ]

-You want my...?

-MAN: Please come.

-Here.

-How much?

MAN: 1,500.

[ Speaking native language ]







[ Indistinct chatter,

telephones ringing ]

-Excuse me?

-WOMAN: Yes.

Good morning, ma'am.

Hi. I'd like to access

my safe deposit box.

WOMAN: Okay.

Have you got the papers?

I have the key, as well.

Yes, I'll ask for that later.

This way.







Please watch your step, ma'am.



Keys.

In case if you need anything

else, I'm just right on outside.











[ Line ringing ]

-MAN: You have it?

-Yes.

Tomorrow, you will go to

Chandni Chowk Market,

to Esplande Road.

In Cairo?

MAN: In Delhi.

You will walk the length

of the road.

Someone will meet you.

And I give it to them?

MAN: Tomorrow morning, 10:00.

We'll be watching to see

that you are alone.

Where's my father?

MAN: This is the way

that we'll do it.

No. No.

I'll bring this back to Cairo,

and I'll give it to you

when I see him.

MAN: He's not in Cairo.

Then where is he?

MAN: Do what we say,

or he dies.

f*ck you.

You prove to me he's safe,

or I don't give you sh*t.

[ Beeping ]















MAN: New York.

-What?

-You're from New York.

-Maybe.

-It's written all over you.

-Is it?

-I was there two weeks ago,

visiting my brother.

He's a capitalist.

He moves capital.

What about you?

Thought it was written

all over me.

Artist.

No.

Punk rocker.

Wow.

That's crazy.

-MAN: You're in a band.

-We're here on tour.

MAN: I knew it.

When can I see you play?

-You missed us.

-MAN: Did I?

-Last night was it.

-MAN: Where was the show?

-I have no idea.

[ Chuckles ]

What are you doing now?

I'm meeting some friends.

One of them's a musician, too.

At a place just around

the corner.

Come with me.

They're good people.

I have to get up early.

MAN: That doesn't sound

very rock and roll.

Just one drink.

I can't.

MAN: You're not really

in a band, are you?

MAYA: Actually, I am.

No, you're not.

You're a spy.

Wait. Are you a spy?

Of course.

MAN: You gave that

away pretty easy.

-[ Laughs ]

-MAN: You must be new.

Yeah. Yeah, brand new.

MAN: CIA? Who are you spying on?

I'll never tell.

MAN: You can trust me.

I can help you.

Oh, okay.

This is getting too weird.

MAN: Come on. I'm just teasing.

Excuse me?

Could I get the check?

-WAITER: Right away.

-Hey, I am just teasing.

All right?

Let me buy you a drink.







[ Horns honking ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]





f*ck.







[ Horns honking ]

Come with me.

I'll have what you want.

Maya Welch, look ahead.

Keep walking.

I'm not giving you anything

until I see my dad.

-Keep moving. Okay.

Walk, walk.

MAYA: I'm going.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Answer it.

Dad, are you okay?

I'm fine. You can hand it over.

Where are you?

I'm walking away from them now.

-They could grab you again.

-SAM: They won't.

They won't if you --

if you give it to them now.

Okay?

sh*t!

SAM: What? What?

Maya, what's going on?

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Maya!





Hey!

[ Alarm ringing ]





[ Police radio chatter ]





[ Cellphone ringing ]

Hello?

-MAN: What happened?

-There were police.

They got your man.

MAN: Do you still

have the drive?

Yes, but I need to know where --

[ Beeping ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

MAN: Listen carefully.

Go straight to

the train station.

Do not go back to any hotel.

Take the 1310 train to Mumbai,

Central Terminal.

Someone will meet you there.

Where's my dad?

MAN: Write down the number,

then throw away your phone,

or the police will track you.

Where is my dad?

Tell me.

[ Beeping ]





Hey. Hey, are you a taxi?

Yeah, of course.

Where can I take you,

young lady?

Train station.











Can you take this turn?

MAN: Of course, ma'am.

Are they looking for you, ma'am?

It's my ex-boyfriend.

He'll k*ll me if he finds me.

MAN: k*ll you?

Okay.

[ Engine revs ]





sh*t.

[ Tires squeal ]



[ Engine revving ]



[ Tires squeal ]



[ Tires squeal ]

[ Engine revving ]



[ Engine revving ]

sh*t.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, whoa!

Police! Stop!

MAYA: Go, go, go!





[ Tires squeal ]









[ Horns honking ]

[ Tires squeal ]





[ Men shouting in

native language ]

[ Horn honking ]



Go, go, go, go, go!

Go, now, go!







Ticket counter is there.

He's dangerous?

I mean your ex.

MAYA: Yes, he is.

Looks like he bought

half the police force.

They are all a bunch of crooks.

Here.

No, no, this is too much money.

Please. You saved me.

I didn't mean that -- I mean...

Take it. Thank you.

-Train to Mumbai.

-Mumbai?

Mumbai.

WOMAN: May I have

your attention...

WOMAN: Do you mind?

MAYA: No, of course not.

This country, eh?

I'm Emily.

Carol.

EMILY: Nice to meet you, Carol.

[ Horn blows ]

You had a good sleep.

-Jet lag.

-Tell me about it.

Going all the way to Mumbai?

Yeah. You?

Yeah. Just in Delhi for the

weekend visiting my boyfriend.

We work for

Arms Around the World.

Missionaries?

EMILY: They thump the bible

back at headquarters,

but out here,

we just want to get people fed.

But you're a believer.

EMILY: In making a difference

in people's lives?

Yeah. Otherwise,

why am I taking up space?

You don't worry about f*cking

things up even more?

EMILY: Yeah.

But what else

are we going to do?

Stick our heads in the sand?

There's too many people.

There's too much suffering.

What's the point?

And yet, maybe when we save

someone else, we save ourselves.

My mom used to say that.

-Yeah?

You should listen to her.

Smart woman.

[ Train whistle blows ]













[ Cellphone chimes ]

[ Dinging ]

[ Ringing ]

[ Ringing continues ]

-Hello?

-WOMAN: Maya Welch.

My name is Erika Papp.

I work for Interpol.

-Interpol?

ERIKA: We know you're in Delhi.

I saw you myself.

And I need you to come

to the US Embassy right away.

You understand?

-I can't do that.

-You're in possession of

stolen US government property.

Classified material.

This is serious.

But bring us what you have,

and I'll make sure you

don't get into any trouble.

Maybe you don't realize who

your father's mixed up with.

Who's he mixed up with?

ERIKA: North Korea, for one.

They're looking for him,

and for you.

Do you know

where your father is right now?

My father was kidnapped.

ERIKA: Kidnapped? No. He left

Egypt on a private plane.

We were expecting him in India

and planned to arrest him

at the border,

but he must have found that out.

So instead, he sent you.

You didn't know that, did you?

I have to go.

ERIKA: You can't leave India.

You can't get to your father.

Maya...



[ Train whistle blows ]







EMILY: You okay?

EMILY: What is it?

It's my dad.

EMILY: Oh, no. Is he okay?

Uh...

I don't know. I just found out

that he's been lying to me.

EMILY: Families, right?

I suppose the only thing you

can do is talk to your father.

Give him a chance

to explain himself.

Yeah.

But I don't even know

where he is.











EMILY: Will you watch my stuff?



[ Door closes ]









[ Speaking native language ]







-Careful! Excuse me.





[ Grunts ]

WOMAN: Ma'am,

what are you doing?



[ Siren wailing ]











-That's eight. Okay.

-Thank you, ma'am.



[ Horn honks ]







MAYA: Hi.







MAN: Is Seoul your final

destination, Ms. Fergus?

Yes, it is.

Thanks.

MAN: Go.

WOMAN: Fortunas flight 393 with

service to Incheon, South Korea.

Mask down.



MAYA: Hi.

Uh, do you sell phones?

Like a mobile phone?

Do you sell them here?

Yes.

Please leave a card.









[ Beeping ]

[ Melody plays ]



[ Elevator dings, door opens ]









[ Speaking native language ]





[ Melody plays ]





[ Handle rattling ]



























Hey, hey.

-Hi, Daddy.

-Hi. How are you?

Hey. Hello, honey girl.

How are you?

You good?

-Good.

Did you get me

something nice?

-Yeah!

-What did you get me?

Did you get me some toys?

-We got your favorite stuff.

-Wow. Let's see.

[ Speaking native language ]

Do you have a reservation?

No.









[ Line ringing ]

-MAN: Who is this?

-I need to talk to my father.

MAN: You didn't show up in

Mumbai. Where are you?

Put him on the phone,

or I'm going to the US Embassy.

Interpol already contacted me.

MAN: You still have

the hard drive?

Put my father on.

MAN: He's not here.

Well, find him.

Now, or I'm gone.

Are you there?

MAN: Hold.

[ Beep ]

[ Phone beeping ]

Maya, you okay?

You safe?

MAYA: I'm fine.

I was so worried when

they said you didn't show up.

Thank God you're all right.

I'm so sorry.

This was too much to ask of you.

MAYA: Yeah.

Do you have it?

What they want?

MAYA: I do.

I'm ready to make a trade.

Good.

Good, good, good, good.

MAYA: That's why I came to

Seoul, to give it to you.

To Seoul?

MAYA: Yeah.

Dad?

I knew you were smart.

MAYA: No. No, I'm stupid.

Very stupid.

Where are you exactly?

MAYA: Aren't you

going to say it?

You weren't kidnapped.

It was the only way.

I couldn't go to India.

Then the police showed up.

I had to get out of there.

MAYA: Why didn't you

just tell me?

I couldn't take

the chance you'd say no,

so I did what I had to do.

Otherwise, I was a dead man.

I'm sorry. You're the only one

I could trust.

MAYA: Trust?

Don't you mean manipulate?

-I mean the only one

strong enough, smart enough,

fearless enough to...

[ Siren wailing ]

...to get the job done.

[ Siren wailing ]

MAYA: What's on

the hard drive, Dad?

Are you working

for Interpol now?

MAYA: f*ck you.

Maya, don't move.

Don't move. You think I wanted

to put you through all this?

I had no choice.

I was hired to do a job,

and now I have to deliver.

MAYA: Who are they?

It doesn't matter.

Just give it to me, okay?

I'm running out of time here.

Maya?

-[ Phone beeps ]

-Ma--







Hey. How are you?

-Good.

-You good?

-Are you okay?

-I'm good. I'm good.

[ Laughter, chatter ]



























[ Bells chiming ]

[ Men chanting ]

[ Chanting continues ]

[ Drum tapping ]

MAYA: This too.

MAN: Okay.



MAYA: Thanks.



[ Cellphone rings ]

-Hello?

-SAM: Maya.

I know I f*cked up, really.

But I need this.

How's your family?

SAM: Look, I'm not perfect.

I've lied a lot.

But this, Maya, is the truth.

If I don't get that drive,

I am a dead man.

This is big, Maya.

Bigger than I ever planned.

My fee,

it's enough for both of us.

You can retire on it.

Never work again,

starting tomorrow.

I know you didn't inherit

anything from your mother,

so at least take this.

It's what you're entitled to.

Everything I've never given you,

but now I can.





Maya?

I know you hate me,

but you don't hate me

enough to k*ll me.

Maya?

Okay, Dad.

Hangang Bridge, one hour.











SAM: Maya?

I'm so incredibly sorry.

But I'm grateful, too.

You really didn't have to come

through with this, but you did.

So thank you.

I know you can never forgive me,

and you shouldn't,

but at least take the money.

I know it's not going

to make up for what I've done,

but it'll ease the pain.

-You know, this bridge

during the Korean w*r,

when the North was invading

and the South was retreating,

this was the only way

to cross the river.

So they wired it with expl*sives

to keep the North back.

Only problem was,

they didn't warn the

South Korean refugees fleeing.

So when the bridge exploded,

over 1,000 people were k*lled.

And that's horrible,

but it was a w*r, you know?

Maybe it saved a lot more lives.

Maybe it was worth it,

for the greater good.

Is that what you're working for?

The greater good?

SAM: I'm working for the good

of my family.

I want to make sure we win,

that you win.

That I win?

Right.

I can't do this twice, Maya.

I can't live my life again

and see if different decisions

would change this moment.

We're stuck with

what we've done,

and guilt is as useless

as those prayers

your mom used to say

to her Buddha.

It changes nothing.

And she was no saint.

Everything Laura did

was for praise.

Her generosity,

just a way of getting

what she wanted from the world.

Everyone acts

in their own self-interest.

Even her. Even you.

So do you have it?

Hey, come on. Maya, please.

Maya.

-Do you really think

I got on that plane with you

because of money?

We both know I came

because of you, Dad.

I wanted you.

And I was hoping that maybe...

you came to see me.

I am here for you.

Absolutely, I am.

MAYA: Oh, but this...

this is why you came

to Mom's funeral, isn't it?

SAM: No. No.

Lie to me again.

Go ahead.

SAM: Okay, yes, yes.

I needed your help,

but then when I saw you,

the woman you are now,

you've become an amazing person,

an original.

That's when it stopped

being about that damn drive.

I love you, Maya.

I didn't want this to happen.

You really are my special one.

And you love me no matter what?

SAM: Of course.

Okay.

Good.

[ Maya groans ]

f*ck.

-You stupid c**t.

-[ Maya groans ]

[ Laughs ]

Your special one, huh?

[ Man speaking native language ]

SAM: f*ck you.

Are you okay?

Should I call someone?

No. I'm fine.

-MAN: Should I call the cops?

-No cops. No cops.

f*ck.













MAN: Mask.

I'm at an airport in Seoul

about to board a flight.

JESS: You're in South Korea?

Yeah. Seoul.

He lives here.

JESS: But what happened?

Nothing.

It was all a misunderstanding.









WOMAN: US Customs and Border

Protection welcomes you

to the United States of America.

On your person,

please have all travel documents

out and with you.

And remember, if you see

something, say something.

MAN: Next in line.
-Hey.

-WOMAN: Welcome home.

[ Typing ]

OFFICER: Maya Welch?

MAYA: Yeah.

We're gonna need you to come

with us. This way, please.

WOMAN: Turn around.

Anything in your pockets?

Spread your legs.

You can have a seat over here.

Can you just...

[ Door opens ]

You're on, ma'am.

-Hello, Maya.

-What's your name again?

It's ma'am.

How did you manage

to get to South Korea?

The chatter around here

is that you dumped the drive

in the Han River.

Is that true?

Yeah, I was pretty pissed off

at my dad.

ERIKA: I suppose

I should thank you

for making sure it didn't end up

somewhere else, but I won't.

Well, you're welcome anyway.

-ERIKA: Where's Sam?

-Don't care.

ERIKA: Well, do you care

that what you did is a crime?

That drive had military secrets

on it, but also money.

Millions of dollars

in digital currency.

Apparently with the password

written right on the drive.

You should have brought it

to us, Maya.

But you're a fool,

just like your father.















[ Sighs ]

[ Sobs ]

[ Doorbell buzzes ]

[ Clears throat ]

-Hey.

-Hi.

Your name is on it,

but it was sent to me.

From Dad?

Something I picked up

for myself.

-Jewelry?

-Wow.

It's like you don't

even know me.

-JESS: What is it?

-Nothing.

JESS: Why'd you send it to me?

That's weird.

I didn't know if I'd be back

in time to get it.

You want coffee?

You're not gonna open it?

MAYA: No.

When's the broker get here?

Soon.

Is he almost done?

MAYA: How much longer

do you think?

I don't know.

About 15 minutes.

Okay, cool.

What are you doing?

What the hell is this?

My inheritance.





[ Typing ]









[ Sighs ]

















I don't like anything

But I love everyone

some days

Sometimes when

the goin' gets rough

I cry some days

And on Sunday,

I pray to a God

Don't know whom,

but he gives me love

Some days

Some days

I feel grateful for this day

and every day after

I can't get out of bed

Won't acknowledge

what's in my head

Some days

Some days

And when the sun is out

And good people are about

It restores my faith

Some days

Some days

Yeah, some days