Fixed & Synced by bozxphd.Enjoy The Flick
As powerful men always have,
we're going to engineer an event to shape
the destiny of our country.
And you'll get your war and I'll get my office.
It's time we took this country back.
There are no codes.
I'm telling you there are no codes.
I swear to you.
There... there's a new security system.
It's all very high tech.
You have wax in your ears, fat man?
You keep your face superglued to the floor
or I'm going to blow it off.
Hey, back down.
Watch him.
He's your responsibility.
What?
Huh, this is new.
Get the manager.
Just close your eyes.
Listen to mommy.
Listen to mommy's voice.
It's going to be OK.
OK, just close your eyes.
Nobody move.
Where are you going? Huh?
Where are you taking me?
Please, you don't need these people.
Let them go.
Please.
What are you try to do?
Nobody moved.
Settle down.
How do we open it?
You can't open it.
There has to be a key.
There's no key.
I swear it.
It's... it's me.
It's me.
I'm the key.
Kill him.
Move.
I'm not going to ask you again.
If you shoot me, you'll never get it open.
No, no, no, no.
Quiet.
Please, just let me go.
I said quiet.
Please, just let me...
- Quiet. - Just let me go.
Just let me...
Don't make me tell you again.
Shut up, motherfucker.
Shut up.
Shut your fucking mouth.
Shut your fucking face, you piece of shit.
Mommy.
Shh, shh, shh, shh, don't worry.
He's just sleeping.
Now get in.
I thought you were the key.
I... I... I don't know what happened.
I swear to you, I don't know.
Get the teeth.
Oh, unbelievable.
Don't even bother.
It's closed.
No, no.
The hell is that?
Get in.
Now this better work.
Time?
Two minutes nine.
Give me the numbers.
Three, five, nine, November.
Hang on.
No, no, no, no, no, I saw that.
I saw you move.
Do you wanna die?
Do you think you're that fast?
What are you, Dirty Harry?
You feel lucky?
You're gonna make my day or tell me to get off my fucking lawn?
No?
Now, don't fucking move.
Do you like this, you miserable rat fuck?
The guy's jacked up.
The guy is fine.
Get the bag.
He was going for his gun. We took his gun.
He is not threat. It's time to go.
- You got the stuff? - Yes.
I'm just going to blow this shit's head off.
You know my rules.
Really?
Let's go.
Let's move out.
Your fucking rules.
Fuck you.
You fucking shot me.
You're gonna die.
Now there's seven seconds.
We're late.
Come on, come on.
You've been compromised.
Take care of business and let's go.
They're all witnesses.
What are you waiting for?
They saw your face.
Let's go.
Motherfucker.
Pick up the trash.
Thank you.
Bloody hell.
You killed Wayne, you daft cock trough.
Now we got the heat on us.
You should have backed him up and let
kill that bleeding guard.
He's seen your face now, hasn't he?
And he's not dead now, is he?
It was my call.
Piss on your call.
Your call makes a more dangerous situation for me.
And I don't like dangerous situations for me.
Hey, we're going to get heat because Wayne, your fucking
guy, was high and you know it.
Excuse me.
Excuse me, did I ask you?
Did I say, hey, ass bag, what's on your wee mind?
Shut up and get changed.
Gonna give me an explanation or not?
None are needed.
Fuck you say.
You have dropped us knee deep into shite
and there's no telling how many people
saw your face back there.
Let it go.
I am not warning you again, Fancy.
God almighty, I can't believe who
I'm in with, a fucking retard and a stupid gee who
can't even...
I'll have everything off shore in a month.
30 grand each.
What about Wayne's 30?
He's not using it.
Yeah, you really sound like you miss him.
Just lay low for a month.
You'll get the rest of your cut.
I better had.
When haven't you?
Huh?
We ever screw you?
Yeah, I didn't think so.
So just shut your face for 30.
Don't much like waiting.
Get a hobby.
30 days, then I come looking for you... and you.
Hey, what, I... I'm burned here too, you know.
Nobody saw your face and I shot that dumb prick.
So if I get popped, I go down for the job and a murder.
I couldn't have done any of this without you, Alex.
Don't fucking go there.
I was out.
I should have let you get me involved in this.
I told you never to contact me again.
Hey, I... I helped you disappear.
You owe me.
I don't owe you shit.
These guys are connected.
This thing goes really high up.
And you trust them?
No, but I've got an insurance policy.
She's flying in tonight.
So this is how things are going to go.
I'm going to get drunk, soak in a tub for a couple,
and you are going to get me the hell out of the country
by tomorrow night.
I've got you set up in town.
Our old place.
Come on, you used to love it there.
I don't remember any complaints.
I have a few now.
The bag.
I got to hang on to this until I...
I'm not taking it, jeez.
You look like shit, by the way.
I guess you've knocked the wind out of me.
Consider these an advance.
Reports say one of the four thieves
was shot and killed by a member of his own gang.
Police have an eye witness, but no description
of the perpetrators has been released as of yet.
We'll bring you updates as they come in.
Three has discovered that the eye
witness has described to police the killer
of the fourth gunman.
In a CBN exclusive, we have obtained the police
sketch of that suspect.
I'm Peter...
That's better.
Locked yourself out?
Uh, yeah.
I can take you to the front desk.
They'll issue the new key card.
Um, uh, no, no need.
Uh, my husband's inside.
He's just a heavy sleeper.
Darling, there you are.
Was she wandering around the hotel again?
She does that.
Thanks for bringing her home.
No problem.
You folks have a nice evening.
I like this.
What?
The hair, it's good.
And I love the green eyes.
Yeah, the blue was a bit... I don't know... cold.
Why did you leave me standing out there?
Sorry, I was in the bathroom.
Thanks for getting dressed, by the way.
I thought it was an emergency.
It is.
Yeah, well, then, you better tell me I'm getting out of here
tonight.
No.
But you know that insurance I was telling you about?
I think I may have found something even better.
But I'm going to need your talents to unlock it.
I'm not making this up.
Look, I may have lied to you about a lot of things,
but not something this big.
Hey, come on.
Don't you remember anything good about us?
About me?
You're such an asshole.
You know I had to leave.
Shit, that's her.
Quick, hide.
What?
Why?
She's only expecting me to be here.
She'll run.
Trust me, get out of sight.
Go, go, go, go, go.
Really, Kevin?
Another woman.
Hey, Jessica, come on it.
Hi, Kev.
I'm so sorry.
Come on, get up.
Hey, come on, man, let her go.
She didn't do anything.
I'll... I'll... I'll...
I'll... I'll... I'll what, Mr. Fuller?
Check the purse, find the phone.
Pass code?
I can't tell you.
And why is that?
Because once you know what's on there, I'll be useless to you
and you'll just kill me.
That is true.
But I can offer you the option of a painless death,
if you tell me the pass code.
Hm?
Six.
Hm?
Six, six, six.
Ah, oh.
Good girl.
Oh.
Nice.
The blackmail?
Really?
That was your master plan?
I do hope you had the foresight to make a backup.
Oh, no, you didn't, did you?
Shame.
I am a man who keeps his promises.
What?
No, stop.
Jesus Christ, Jess...
I'm sure we could... we could make a deal.
No.
No, I'm afraid, Mr. Fuller,
that the time for deals is over.
Now you seem to have forgotten that our mutual employer
has extremely long arms.
The Senator can go fuck himself.
Thank you.
I shall take great pleasure in informing him you said so.
Now, Mr. Fuller, if you tell me where the diamonds are,
this night will get exponentially shorter,
and potentially, a great deal less painful.
No?
All right, hurt him.
Oh, my fucking arm.
Where are they, Mr. Fuller?
Don't hurt...
I'll tell you the honest truth, Mr. Fuller,
I don't really give a flying fuck where those diamonds are.
What I'm really interested in is the little electronic device
that was stored with them.
Oh, ha-ha-ha, you find this funny, do you?
Yeah.
Every man pictures the way he's going to die,
and this is... this is just not what I expected.
Who said anything about dying?
Oh, God, what the fuck is that?
Fuck.
Let me make this easier for you, Mr. Fuller.
If you do not tell me where the bag is,
I will find your family.
I will have your wife raped until she is dead.
No, oh, God, no.
And then I will have your child
sold to slavery in the very worst Dickensian
hell hole I can find.
I can't... fuck you.
Fuck the Senator.
And fuck this bed which is probably made in China.
Skewer his fucking shoulder.
It's your last chance, Mr. Fuller.
You're going to talk.
Everybody does.
Do it again.
All right, OK, OK.
Why has he stopped moving?
Wake him up.
I think he's dead.
What do you mean he's dead?
No, no, no, he can't die until I say he dies.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
OK, OK, search him for ID, see where he lives.
Maybe he stashed the diamonds there.
Then clean up this fucking mess.
It's the call you've been waiting for, Senator.
Yes, of course.
You all excuse me.
Save a couple dances, darling.
Do you have him?
Uh, not exactly, sir, but the girl has been handled
and the video has been erased.
On that front, at least, you are safe.
That video is embarrassing.
The drive is treason.
You'd best find it.
Yes, we'll toss the room before we leave.
I'm confident we'll find it.
Speaking of overconfident, how's our friend.
Mr. Fuller cooperating?
Yes, Mr. Fuller, um, how can I say this,
has checked out of this hotel.
Soon as we find his partners, I'll call you, let you know.
Mr. Washington?
Are you there?
Oops.
Witness.
Shit.
Backup, eleventh floor.
She shot my foot in two.
What the hell is going on out here?
Ebola outbreak.
Get back in your room.
Ah.
Hey, there, I really need to get to a hos...
I took you for a working girl.
You know, wrong place, wrong time, that kind of thing.
But then I found this little baby in your room.
A Vektor SP1, custom edition.
Nice gun, pro's gun.
So now, I have to assume that you
are part of the Kevin's posse.
Ha, maybe you're even that smashing
little red head that the news services are so excited about.
Kind of sloppy though, wasn't it?
Getting your face seen like that?
You know, your face is vaguely familiar to me.
Have we met before?
You'd have remembered me.
Maybe.
And I would have remembered that tie.
Right now, I think my tie is the least of your problems.
I'm going to blow his head off.
She's good.
Really fucking good.
Let's go down.
She thinks she's being clever, but I've seen
this in far too many movies.
Go back up.
The laundry room.
She's on the sky bridge headed for the parking.
Thanks.
I really like this woman.
Ah.
Shit.
Fuck.
Engaging in confrontation.
She's not responding.
I'm free.
Stop immediately.
Pull over. Pull over.
I repeat.
Pull over.
This is your last warning.
Oh, shit.
Ah.
I'll smash your goddamn head in.
Who is it? It's me.
Let me in.
You out of your goddamn mind coming here.
Just let me in... please.
Please, oh, that's new.
I don't think I've ever...
Quiet.
Open that goddamn door.
That's more like it.
Choke on it, you dumb bitch.
Hey, you want to make 10 grand for pressing a button?
Open the damn door.
Let me in.
10 grand?
Yes.
Let me in and I'll give it you.
Show it to me.
There's no time.
Come on.
I'm counting.
They're after me.
Who's after you?
You didn't bring the gobshack cops here, did you?
No, they're fucking cleaners, serious goddamn cleaners.
Why should I help you?
Because they killed Kevin.
Get in.
Nice nose.
Cow.
Here, keep it.
For Kev's funeral.
Always knew you were a softy.
I barricaded the door.
Heavy artillery?
Not much, just what the law allows.
I docked everything else in case we got busted.
Don't worry.
This'll get the job done.
Nice.
Thanks.
Needs something though.
You're right.
Not sure what though.
You going somewhere?
Oh, with your face being all over the news,
I thought it might be better to lay low somewhere
with no extradition law.
I need your laptop.
I look like I have a fucking laptop?
OK, a desktop, a fucking tablet, anything?
Ha.
Oh, please tell me you at leas have a phone.
In the back.
Whoa, whoa, what the fuck are you doing?
I don't want 'em to think we're hiding.
That's the only way in there.
Let 'em come.
Make your phone call.
Me and the old bastard'll take care of it.
Hello?
Penny?
It's Alex.
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
- Leave us alone. - Listen to me...
No, you listen to me.
You stay away from my family.
Is that piece of shit with you?
No, he's not. He's...
He shouldn't even be with you.
You'll kill him.
Listen to me.
You and your kid are in danger.
You need to get out.
What have you gotten him involved in.
Shut up.
Look, Kevin has a secret hiding place.
Don't you worry.
Daddy's home.
He's got a lovely fish dinner for you.
He keeps things in there.
I'm sure he told you about it.
Don't know what you're talking about.
You know exactly what I'm talking about.
Now, there's enough there to care of you forever.
There should also be a package for me.
My husband is out of your kind of business.
Hey, you like the house you're living in?
Where do you think you got the money for it, huh?
Oh, my God, that bank yesterday?
That was you two?
He promised me.
Look, just take what's in there and bring the package to...
I am not bringing you anything.
God, this isn't about you and me anymore.
He is my husband, not yours.
He chose me, so get over it and leave me alone.
Goddamn it.
Put the phone down.
Come on.
You gotta have another piece.
Lubbish, I got it.
Come on in, fellas.
Join the party.
Let's dance.
Behind you.
Shh.
Try under the bed.
Well, that was subtle.
Where's your sense of fucking finesse, huh?
Get out, dunkoff.
Oh, fuck.
Hello.
And what's your name?
Matthew Micheal Fuller.
Well, hello, Matthew Micheal Fuller.
My name is Mr. Johnson.
I'm calling from the telephone company.
You sound like you're a very big boy.
Yes, sir.
I am almost six.
Six, really, well, that is old.
And are you a clever boy, Matthew?
Mhm.
Yes?
Well, let's see just how clever you are, shall we?
I'm going to give you a little test, all right?
K.
Do you know your full address?
7415 Glen Avenue.
Oh, you are clever.
Well done, Matthew.
Do you want to know anything else?
No, no, that's, uh, that's quite
all right for today, Matthew.
If ever I should meet you, I'm going
to give you a very big prize.
OK, nice talking to you.
Nice talking to you, bye-bye.
All right, I know where she's heading.
Let's move out.
Tell Ms. Pinder to get her ass in gear and join us.
God, Kevin, what did you do?
You need to get the hell... stupid.
Fuck.
Mommy.
Oh, Matty.
You got scared.
I did.
Do you want some food?
Come.
How about some crunchy choco vampire guys?
Yeah.
Matthew, didn't I tell you to put your toys away last night?
Oh, yeah, I forgot.
Hurry up and eat.
Mommy needs five minutes.
We're gonna go on a trip today, OK?
Yeah.
Be right back.
Hey, babe, how you doing?
I'm downstairs.
Grab your helmet.
Come on.
Hey, hey, come back here.
Matthew, I need you to get dressed right now.
Hurry.
Matthew?
Matty?
Matthew?
Thank God, Matthew, we have to go.
There's someone outside.
What?
I think they want to come in.
Good morning.
Early bird, et cetera, et cetera.
Matty.
Mommy.
That's what we're looking for.
Mommy, I'm scared.
Yes?
Mommy.
One moment.
Matthew, there's a grown up on the phone.
Don't be rude.
What's the situation back at the hotel?
We've made pretty good time.
We're ready to dispose of the garbage.
I'll be back in 10 minutes.
Could you clean up here?
No problem.
And the woman?
Do with them what you will.
Dad, where's my daddy?
Tragic.
Goodbye, Matthew.
We have a few minutes to kill, so to speak.
I like that.
I'd like to spend a few minutes with her.
Yeah, right, new guy.
You handle the kid.
Go, get him.
Come here, kid.
Get down from there, kid.
Santa's not up there.
Do you think this is a game?
I do.
Please... please.
Come on. Come on.
Run.
Run and hide.
Run.
Come on.
You know you want to.
Now... Now that you're newly single,
I'm going to enjoy this.
Come on.
Hey, big man.
Hey, look... ah.
I don't want him to see this.
What?
Me killing you?
Humph, no, but you're in the ball park.
Hey, I want you to stay in here and don't
come out until I get you.
I'll be right back, OK?
You move, I kill your kid.
Oh-ho-ho, I know what you're thinking.
I took that idiot in the other room,
I can take this guy, right?
Right?
Drop it.
Ouch.
Foreplay.
Drop it.
Oh, you want play?
Oh-ho-ho.
Let's play.
You son of a bitch.
It's OK, it's OK.
It's over.
You got him.
Matthew.
Yes?
Good morning, Mr. Washington.
Good morning, sir.
My apologies for hanging up so abruptly on you earlier.
We've had something of a trying day.
Never mind that.
Do you have the drive?
Yeah, we may have hit a little bit of a snag
in that department, sir.
Don't bullshit the bullshitter.
You had Mr. Fuller in hand seven hour ago.
What went wrong?
Well, one of Fuller's associates,
she's highly trained, possibly ex-military.
I suppose I should thank you for coming back for us.
It's what Kevin would have wanted.
We're even.
You just saved my life.
I guess I did.
Ironic, considering all the times I've wished you dead.
Kevin wanted to get out.
No, he didn't.
Kevin always preferred the easy way out.
You know, take it instead of earn it.
Those guys are gonna be back.
They murdered Kevin and they will kill
us too unless I kill 'em first.
What's on the drive?
No idea, but we're about to find out.
Shit.
We have to get out of here.
They've tracked the drive, now they know where it is.
How can I help?
What about Matthew?
I can leave him with my mother.
It's just a logistical thing,
nothing for you to worry about.
Politics is logistics, son, and I worried plenty,
especially about highly trained ex-military woman
y'all can't seem to deal with.
Yes, I do have a plan, sir.
Well, good.
Run it by Doug when he gets there.
Uh, sir, I can assure you there is absolutely
no need to send Mr. MacArthur.
We have the situation well in hand.
Do you?
Well, good.
He can use the vacation.
This business has him a little upset.
He's in the air now.
He should be landing in a few hours.
Yes, sir, I very much look forward to working with him.
I hope you have a good fucking night too.
Back in five.
It's all under control, sir.
Do I detect some frustration
or doubt, Mr. Washington?
How did you...
Does redial ring a bell?
You should be you're alone when you give away your best tricks.
So you were there.
Where, may I ask?
This magician doesn't reveal her secrets.
Tell you what.
I'll be a good sport and give you a head start.
If I were you, I'd get out of that hotel
cause cops are on the way.
Oh, you're not going to call the cops.
Even if you were that stupid, we'd be out of this hotel
before... Oh.
Ho-ho, clever girl.
Move it.
She's made us.
Tsk-tsk.
Ms. Clinton, come with me.
Mr. Jefferson, stay here.
And then can we can get me to the frickin doctor?
My foot feels like it's going to fall... forget it.
He's right on the edge.
So if you think he won't throw you in along with the garbage
in the trunk, you're wrong.
Yeah?
Alex, I need to tell you something.
It's about the diamonds.
I...
I can't talk right now.
Stick with the plan.
We have to stop meeting like this.
Open.
Where is he?
He probably went to take a leak.
This is what you get for hiring a half wit.
Mind your head, Kev.
Do you think we'll see her again?
Oh, undoubtedly.
We have what she wants.
She wouldn't risk it.
Ha, of course she would.
Ha-ha, talk of the devil.
There you are.
I missed you at the hotel.
I didn't miss you.
I want my property.
Well, of course you do.
Diamonds are a girl's best friend after all.
Very funny.
I aim to please.
You know, this could be a mutually
beneficial relationship.
Oh, now you want a relationship, huh?
Oh, stop it.
People say we're falling in love.
Yeah, love this.
Give me back my diamonds.
Yeah, except they're not actually yours, are they?
You know, strictly speaking, they belong to a senator.
Because the Senator needs more money.
I don't think so.
They're mine now.
We both know the Senator didn't hire us to steal the diamonds.
He hired us to steal the drive.
So I'm going to go ahead and call Kevin's
murder a breach of contract and take
the diamonds as compensation.
Hm, I guess you have a point.
But how can I get them to you if, uh, I
don't know where you are?
I'll give you a hint.
It's rectangular, way out of date, and it stinks.
Oh.
I see.
Well, if you're looking for the diamonds in that car,
I'm afraid you're going to be sorely disappointed.
Not at all.
Found just what I was looking for.
And he'd like to say hi.
Say hello to the nice man.
She's got a gun in my mouth.
Excuse me?
He said she's got a gun in my mouth.
So let's make a deal.
I'll trade you this piece of shit for my diamonds.
Otherwise, his head whistles.
Well, as I don't really care whether you turn him
into a flute or not, I'm afraid the only deal I'm going
to be doing is for the drive.
So I will give you your diamonds as you're
so fond of calling them, you give me the drive,
and we all skip away happy.
I don't negotiate.
Offer's on the table.
You have five seconds.
What?
No more witty banter.
Four.
Three.
Nothing doesn't suit you.
Two.
Last chance.
I just don't think you're this cold.
One.
Where is she?
I didn't see her.
Why'd you let her get away?
I never saw her.
You stop that fucking horn.
Oh, shit.
Damn, she's good.
Now where the hell is she?
I have no idea, but she's certainly full of surprises.
I liked that coat.
Right this way, guys.
Right this way.
Goddamn, she's still here.
Ready, Jessica?
You're going to look just like me.
Hey, Penny, it's me.
Now, listen, here's the plan.
I have right here in my hand what it is you want.
But if you want it, you're gonna have to come and get it.
Isn't it time we were properly introduced?
You know, face to face?
Is this face to face enough for you?
Oh, you do continue to delight and amaze.
And you're really, really starting to piss me off.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I really can't imagine why.
One more step and he takes flight.
Yeah?
Then you'll come right with me.
I'm bored.
Wake her up.
Sorry about your clothes.
Ms. Clinton, here, was a little over enthusiastic
in her search for the drive.
Do you care for a game?
Go fuck yourself.
Glad to see you haven't lost your sense of elegant repartee.
I'm fed up playing these two.
Give me a challenge.
Thought I already had.
Touche.
Come on.
I don't play.
Strange.
I had you pegged for a chess champ.
Maybe high stakes poker is more your thing, what with that,
uh, expressive face of yours.
Now, you have something I want.
I have something you want.
Oh, no, that's not quite right, is it?
Because what you want is, in fact, entirely worthless.
Did Kevin fuck you over?
Hm?
Because I know you didn't steal a bag
of broken windshield glass.
Now, looks as if the only thing you have left to bargain with
is your life.
And you should know this about me.
I always get what I want.
So, tell me.
Where is the drive?
Fuck you.
Oh, well, you give me little choice.
Frank, you prepare her leg.
Ah.
Now if you don't help me with my problem,
then I can't finish my business.
And if I don't finish my business,
then the Senator doesn't pay me.
The Senator doesn't pay me...
Oh, you just love to talk, don't you?
This is your final chance.
Where is the drive?
OK, let's, uh, kick off with a couple of turns.
Oh, couple more like that and your leg
is going to be two dimensional.
Which is one more dimension than your personality
will ever achieve.
Again.
You know, that leg is going to pop.
And when it does, it's only a matter of time
before the gangrene sets in.
Green's always been my best color.
Good.
Ha-ha-ha, just as well, huh?
Ha-ha-ha, again.
Hold on.
Tie it up.
Where is the drive?
All right.
What's in it for me?
Huh?
If I help you, what's in it for me?
At the very least, your leg.
And at the most, your life.
You're right.
Go on, keep going.
Enough.
Now, you... you really are prepared to lose your leg.
You are quite the remarkable...
Huh.
Back off, both of you.
You remind me of a story, an... an urban legend, perhaps.
But you know, about seven years ago, I
was doing some, um, some freelance work,
should we call it, for the agency in Cairo.
There was a great deal of chatter about a senior member
of the Palestinian Authority who was
coming into town for a sit down chitchat
with some Egyptian ministers.
And the word on the street was that he
was to be housed in an impenetrable government owned
fortress.
Well, you can guess what happened.
There was a massive bomb, but it was set
on the inside of the building.
A little birdie told me that the CIA had struck a deal, letting
Mossad borrow an incredibly talented and creative entry
specialist.
She, for, yes, indeed, it was a woman,
was the very best in the world at penetrating the most
impenetrable places, and then, poof,
disappearing without a trace.
I'll admit.
The story has always fascinated me.
It's heroine and it's, um, it's ultimate tragedy, for her blast
did not kill its intended target.
But instead, it claimed the lives
of his three sweet young children and their poor mother.
He, amazingly, escaped with only minor injuries.
I've often thought about that female operative.
You know, what went wrong, do you think?
Was it, uh, was it poor intelligence, shoddy equipment,
or just plain bad fucking luck?
Did she feel any remorse?
Or did she manage to compartmentalize
the death of the mother and her three children?
Perhaps as a... a man might have done.
Anyway, the long and the short of it
was that the CIA dropped her as quickly
as the proverbial hot brick.
She threatened to go all Edward Snowden on them
and they retaliated by spinning her is
a double agent slash terrorist.
Oh, how the might fall, eh?
What do you think, Alexis?
Do you think such a mythical creature could possibly exist?
Because, boy, the demons she must carry.
Now, I'm going to take a different tact here.
So I could always go back and finish
that other business, Kevin's wife,
little Matthew in his jammies.
You know, boom.
Yeah, that struck a chord with you, right?
I have the feeling that you might balk at causing yet
another child infinite pain.
Whereas me, hm, I have no such qualms.
Why should I believe you?
Because I don't lie.
Ever.
K. When and where?
Western Cape Airport, tonight, 21:00 hours.
I'm, uh, gonna need to make a call.
Good girl.
Give her a phone.
Hello?
It's going to be Cape Town Airport, 9:00 PM tonight.
Hate that redial.
You want to let me up now?
Come on.
Why wait till tonight?
Because...
It's going to take that long for Frank, here, to sew you up.
Oh, don't worry.
It's just a flesh wound to stop your trying to run away.
You know, you... you might want to rethink
the whole chess thing.
It's good for people in our line of work.
This situation here, that's what we call check.
Get her dressed.
Make her look pretty.
Any chance of going any faster, grandma?
Because this really cannot be hurting this much.
Frank.
Come on, are you coming?
Here is the key.
Here.
Oh, you are a magician, aren't you?
Thank you.
Take it.
Uh, no, no, I don't think so.
It's not part of the deal.
Yes, it is.
You get the drive, I walk away.
No, no.
You know, because, funnily enough, I don't trust you.
I know your style by now.
Your friend has known about the airport all day.
Who knows what nasty little surprise might be lurking
behind that locker door.
So if you don't mind, I won't take
the key because you're going to need it to open that locker.
Go to hell.
Really?
Excuse me, officer?
What are you doing?
Officer?
Don't.
Um...
Can I help you?
Mm, darling?
All right, all right, I'll do it.
Yeah, sorry, there's a, uh, unattended bag down there,
under the stairs.
I didn't know who to report it to, so...
Thank you, sir.
You're welcome.
Good work.
Shall we?
Flight 822 to Casablanca
departing in five minutes.
It's all yours.
Take it out.
Here.
Open it.
Come on.
Open it.
Happy?
Check it.
Make sure there's no surprises.
You trust me now?
Hm, not now, not ever.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, shit.
How did you...
I had to let you catch me, otherwise none of this
would have worked.
Oh, you magnificent...
Shh.
Bitch.
Stay down, don't move.
I think this should be our last face to face.
You hid it on me?
That tie wasn't doing you any favors.
It had to be good for something.
Stop him.
That's him.
Stop him.
Stop right there.
Freeze.
Put your hands up.
Right now.
Put 'em up.
Don't fucking move.
Put your hands up.
Right now.
Get down on the ground.
Queen to bishop five.
Check mate.
You really are the stuff of legends, aren't you?
Kind of like your tie.
Hm?
Gun.
You OK, ma'am?
Please come with me.
I want to ask you a few questions.
OK, just right this way, ma'am.
This way, ma'am.
Can you remember what happened?
I was here to meet my friend McKayla when I found out
her flight had been cancelled.
Then suddenly there was this explosion
and people started shooting.
What's wrong with this world?
Schools aren't safe, airports.
What's next?
I'm so sorry.
Can I go?
I'm late to fetch my son.
I have a few more questions, OK?
We like to go through everything with the witnesses
while the memory is still fresh.
Hey, Frankie.
Yeah?
You've got to come see this.
Now.
We've got your number, so go ahead and fetch your son.
If we need anything else, we'll call you.
What is it?
You're not going to believe this,
but I think we got the guys that pulled the Darling.
Street job yesterday.
Is this it?
That's all we found.
The rest must be with the woman that ran the crew.
I don't think so, man.
Check this out.
Mom?
Tell Matthew I'm coming.
Everything's going to be OK.
Ah, shit.
And didn't the guard say she had some kind of scar
on her face.
Jesus, this is our girl.
What kind of sick mind thinks something like this up, man?
And who carries a head around in a bag?
Lock this airport down.
Who's in charge?
You in charge?
Who's asking?
We need all the evidence you have immediately.
Interpol hasn't got jurisdiction here.
I'm calling this in.
Whatever.
Here's the bag you wanted, Mr. MacArthur.
Have a safe trip.
Thanks.
Next?
Drive.
Welcome aboard flight AE3621.
We will try to make your flight as comfortable as possible.
Rough couple days.
Do I look that bad?
Sorry, it's not rough.
It's cut, like you'll if you can't open that.
Relax.
I don't work for BAC, although not voluntarily.
I mean, there's bad ass and fucking scary,
and then there's these guys.
This going to take long?
I'm almost there.
Holy shit.
Seriously, what sort of trouble are you in?
We are going to engineer an event that shapes
the destiny of our country.
In just a few months time, the north side of Chicago
is going to make 9/11 look like Macy's Parade.
And you'll get your war and I'll get my office.
It's time we took this country back the apathetic lemmings
and sycophantic dilettantes that have run it into the ground.
Turned the US into a fucking punch line.
Who am I speaking with?
You can call me Mr. MacArthur.
I was just admiring some of your handiwork.
So was I.
The Senator will hunt you to the ends of the fucking.
Earth for that drive.
So why don't we create some terms
to arrange its return, huh?
What do you say?
We're both reasonable parties here.
Well, reasonable isn't the word I'd use
to describe what I'm seeing.
Do you understand me?
No, you understand me.
No, I've spent six years hiding in the darkness.
It's time to come back into the light.
I'm sorry, sir,
but I don't have it.
Mr. Washington and the others failed.
Have they been appropriately dealt with?
Alex saw to that for us.
All other loose ends are being tied up now.
With the exception of the drive.
Alexis has it, doesn't she?
She and BAC are going to be the bane of my run.
BAC is just a bunch of greedy warmongers.
Well, sir, greed and warmongering
tend to go hand in hand when dealing
with defense contractors.
I suppose.
Is Alexis going to be greedy too or a martyr?
Well, she already
has the diamonds, sir, so if I'm not mistaken,
I believe that she just declared war.
A martyr, then.
You know what you have to be to be a martyr, Doug?
No, sir.
Dead.
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