His estranged wife and daughter are living in Paris, where he finds himself having to resolve one last case, while trying to re-establish a father/daughter relationship.
His CIA handler, played pointlessly and almost invisibly by Amber Heard, feeds him leads on his case, the names of people she needs offed, and an untested drug that might help with his disease. Oh, and the drug's side effects also lead to all-too-frequent passing out spells for our weary shooter.
And Costner's nasty apartment has been occupied by a family of squatters from Mali.
Confused? Watching the movie won't tidy things up for you much.
What with Costner's wheezing and coughing through his every step, the incessant calls to his cell phone from his daughter or his handler, and the totally unnecessary wrinkle of having to deal with the squatters whenever he goes to his apartment this is a movie that needs a good sorting out.
It wasn't helped by the obligatory car chase through Paris that did nothing to add to the excitement or logic of the film.
Lame.
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