Day Off 2 (2026) Movie Script
(scene thudding)
(thrilling music)
[Guard 2] Checkpoint two, all clear.
[Guard 1] Checkpoint one, all clear.
(thrilling music continues)
[Guard 3] Checkpoint three, all clear.
(thrilling music continues)
(thrilling music continues)
(footsteps rustling)
(twig cracking)
[Guard 1] Checkpoint one, all clear.
(thrilling music continues)
(leaves rustling)
[Guard 2] Checkpoint two, all clear.
(Guard 4 gasping)
[Guard 5] Relax, I'm
here to start my shift.
You can go. Aren't you happy?
(thrilling music intensifies)
[Guard 1] Checkpoint one, all clear.
(thrilling music continues)
(foreboding music)
(Guard 6 groaning)
(knife swishing)
[Guard 3] Checkpoint three, all clear.
(footsteps rustling)
[Guard 2] Checkpoint two, all clear.
(foreboding music continues)
(silencer clicking)
[Armed Guy 1] Hey!
(flesh squelching)
(dagger whooshing)
Fuck, I think I need a shit.
[Guard 5] Should be okay.
Can't see us here.
(foreboding music continues)
Go fuck yourself, man.
Hey, hey, you!
(gunshots whistling)
(footsteps rustling)
(ominous music)
(footsteps rustling)
(glass shattering)
(ominous music continues)
(goggle sizzling)
[Armed Guy 1] Alpha
team. (Speaks Serbian)
(Armed Guy 2 speaks Serbian)
(Armed Guy 1 speaks Serbian)
(Armed Guy 2 speaks Serbian)
(Armed Guy 3 speaks Serbian)
(Armed Guy 1 speaks Serbian)
(Armed Guy 2 speaks Serbian)
(Armed Guy 3 speaks Serbian)
(Armed Guy 1 speaks Serbian)
(Armed Guy 2 speaks Serbian)
(Armed Guy 1 speaks Serbian)
(Armed Guy 2 speaks Serbian)
(dramatic music)
(Armed Guy 1 speaks Serbian)
(Armed Guy 2 speaks Serbian)
(Armed Guy 2 laughing)
(Armed Guy 2 speaks Serbian)
[Guard 7] Hey! Ah!
(gunshots popping)
(gunshots cracking)
(footsteps plodding)
(gunshots rattling)
(Armed Guy 4 screaming)
(gunshots rattling continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(gunshots rattling continues)
(wooden frame cracking)
(gunshots rattling continues)
(glasses shattering)
(Armed Guy 1 groaning)
(Armed Guy 1 speaking Serbian)
(heavy music)
(Armed Guy 1 speaking Serbian)
(Armed Guy 3 speaking Serbian)
(Armed Guy 1 panting)
(ominous music)
(footsteps plodding)
(grenade exploding)
(raven cawing)
(puzzling music)
(puzzling music continues)
(puzzling music continues)
(anxious music)
(anxious music continues)
(gun stock thudding)
(galvanizing music)
(galvanizing music continues)
(galvanizing music continues)
(galvanizing music continues)
(galvanizing music continues)
(galvanizing music continues)
Ah
(galvanizing music continues)
(foreboding music)
(John groaning)
(slinky clinking)
(John groaning continues)
(slinky clinking continues)
(foreboding music continues)
(door lock clicking)
John Gordon, there's a call for you.
Not interested.
(foreboding music continues)
(John groaning)
(slinky clinking continues)
(foreboding music continues)
(slinky clinking continues)
Would you mind?
(slinky clinking continues)
(sighs) Forget it.
(foreboding music continues)
Not interested.
(performers clapping)
(upbeat music)
Go
[John] Yes!
Go
(performers clapping continues)
(Inmate farting)
Hey
Isn't there any other cell free?
Mm.
I thought so.
(slinky clinking continues)
(metal door creaking)
Who are you?
We need you, John.
Who are you?
Your country needs you.
(pages rustling)
One last time,
who are you?
A friend.
I don't have any friends.
Well, from today, you could have one,
a good one.
Who is this?
Hmm.
Well, let me tell you
what is going to happen.
I'll cut off his head
and shit down his throat,
Mr. President.
Consider your sentence erased.
We'll be in touch.
(ominous music)
Well, don't you have anything to say?
Aren't you a little bit
happy for your friend John?
(Inmate groaning)
(scene smacking)
(gritty Wild West music)
You gotta be kidding me.
(gritty Wild West music continues)
(eagle screeching)
(John growling)
You already know.
(gritty Wild West music continues)
It's locked.
There is Face ID.
Fuck, face what?
Let me show you.
Here.
Don't say a word.
(phone beeping)
(phone ringing)
- Hello.
- I need a ride.
And for God's sake, don't be late.
We're running out of time.
Understood.
- See you next time.
- Get lost.
Yes, sir.
Face blocked, huh.
(upbeat music)
(upbeat music continues)
(thunder rumbling)
(rain pattering)
(wind whooshing)
(John sneezing)
(truck engine rumbling)
(key clinking)
We are running
out of time.
What the fuck did you not
understand about that sentence?
I know, I know, it's my bad.
Okay, I'm sorry, I, I forgot.
And,
and life sucks, man, I suck!
John, I suck!
Get out!
[Nick] Oh, come on, no. Come on, man!
Get the fuck out!
(car door handle clicking)
Get the fuck out, I said!
I'm trying, man. Just give me a second.
(car door thudding)
I hate you.
Oh, fuck.
I miss you too,
man.
(Nick laughing)
- No, no, no, no.
You look great, Jesus! (Laughs)
You look like shit.
Yeah, I appreciate that, thanks.
No, seriously, you
really do look like shit.
What the hell happened to you?
- Maureen?
- Oh, again?
Yeah, again.
You two will never change.
Well, you know I love her.
She means more to me than anything else.
(John sighing)
Uh.
You, you want to,
to, to talk about
Yeah, I'd like to talk about it
'cause I, I'd like to get
this shit off my chest.
(Nick speaking indistinctly)
(carefree music)
(Nick speaking indistinctly continues)
And he's just a dick, she's a bitch,
and they're just both just...
I, uh, look, here's,
this is when we went to the lake.
And, and this was a beautiful day.
I, I wanna remember her from this.
It's a beautiful picture.
Hmm.
Yeah, it's a beautiful picture,
but ah, enough about me, man.
What'd you learn in the cooler?
Get in.
(Nick laughing)
[Nick] Yeah.
(car doors clicking)
Oh.
Well, I've learned a lot of things.
Like I learned to manage
my anger, you know?
(car horn honking)
(Driver speaking Italian)
I'm a new man now.
I'm happy for you, yeah.
(car horn honking continues)
Um, would you be so
kind to give me a minute?
Yeah, sure thing.
(Driver speaking Italian continues)
(car honking continues)
(cable snapping)
(car hood thudding)
(Driver speaking Italian)
(car engine whirring)
(car door thudding)
Did you see?
Yeah, well, American
prison system, you know,
it's works miracles these days.
Not for everyone, but
uh, how come you're out?
It's a long story.
Well, I gotta be honest with you.
In this car, there are
several automatic weapons,
an explosive device.
My insurance has expired.
I can't rule out the possibility
that there's a dead body in the trunk.
These are confusing times.
Nick, just drive.
Drive where?
To the White House.
(wheels creaking)
(scene thudding)
(foreboding music)
(footsteps plodding)
(foreboding music continues)
(footsteps plodding continues)
(foreboding music continues)
(footsteps plodding continues)
(keys clinking)
(doors scraping)
Do you know who I am?
As it should be.
No one can truly know the nature of man
until see him handle power.
Sophocles.
Very good!
You are a woman of culture,
and I always love woman of culture.
But let me introduce myself.
My name is Milan Krstic,
and I have a dream.
I dream of a better world, a freer world,
a more dignified world.
I have everything I need
to make my dream come true
except, uh, a little thing
that you can help me obtain.
A bomb.
A bomb so large and powerful that everyone
will have to bow my will.
Russian will cling to my feet.
Europe will beg for mercy!
Great Mother Serbia will
reign to the continent,
but I have finished for now.
Now,
it's your turn to speak.
(footsteps plodding)
(tripod clacking)
The message must be sent today.
I will not allow any delay.
If she doesn't cooperate,
break her arm.
She'll change her mind.
We know that no one sees power
with the intention of relinquishing it.
Power is not a means,
it's an end.
Orwell.
Very good.
(footsteps rustling)
(camera beeping)
(Nick sighing)
What?
I guess I expected something bigger.
I know what you mean.
[Nick] I'm gonna see you again?
[John] Who knows?
You sure about this?
No, but I can't stand any bastards
who picks on kids.
Uh, I can't argue with that. (Scoffs)
Good luck.
Hmm.
(Nick sighing)
And Maureen's probably taking a shit
on my pillow right now.
(smooth music)
(smooth music continues)
(smooth music continues)
(John gurgling)
(water sloshing)
(door clicking)
(smooth music continues)
(footsteps clopping)
You have to help me, John.
Can I call you John?
Of course.
Can I call you John too?
Of course not.
Fair enough.
Have you ever heard of Milan Krstic?
That sadistic bastard who came to power
four years ago in Serbia
by cheating in the election
and who is famous for his
policy of terror and repression,
his psychopathic delusions of power,
as well as his marked tendency to kill
and make anyone who gets in the way
of his personal crusade
against the rest of the world
disappear into thin air?
Never heard of him.
He's taken my daughter hostage.
He's going to kill her
if we don't give him
10 experimental nuclear
warheads we're developing.
(footsteps clopping)
(water sloshing)
Why me?
Because you're the best, John.
That's why.
I've read your dossier.
I know everything about you.
You're the only one who can
bring Carrie back to me.
You're the only one
who can save the world.
When you leave this
room, you will be given
all the necessary information.
Time is running out, John.
There isn't a moment to waste.
It doesn't seem like a walk in the park.
It isn't.
Hmm, Earl Grey,
my favorite.
(President slurping)
Ah.
(throat clearing)
You'll have all the support you need.
Ask and you shall receive.
I work alone.
As you wish.
And deal on that,
when you return from the mission,
your every wish will be fulfilled.
Hmm.
Actually, there will be one thing.
You name it, I'm the fucking president
of the United States of America.
(adventurous music)
(garage door scraping)
Don't you ever get sick of all this?
Look who's talking?
Ah, this?
Now, I'm once again an
international arms dealer,
it's not the safest job in the world.
One day, I might have to defend myself.
If you say so.
Ah, but don't forget the brakes.
(Clint chuckling)
What do you need?
- Something very powerful.
- Ah.
You've come to the right place.
(adventurous music continues)
We have the MP-5.
It's a classic.
Bigger.
Or this, used to be your favorite.
Bigger.
Well, and we have this.
It's my creation.
It's, uh, I haven't actually named it yet.
It's a prototype.
I've improved the capacity of the magazine
to give it more firepower
and increased the range
of its destruction.
Hmm, sexy.
[Clint] Very.
But you forgot the bullets.
(adventurous music continues)
(shots zapping)
Whoa!
(wall cracking)
(shots zapping continues)
(adventurous music continues)
(John laughing)
It works! (Laughs)
[Clint] You done?
Uh, another five minutes?
Please.
[John] Okay, I'm done.
Is there anything else I can do for you?
Actually, yes.
(sighs) I need to find Krstic.
That Serbian motherfucker
is good at hiding.
I see.
We're running out of time.
And that piece of shit is like a ghost.
I do have an idea.
But first things first.
Megan's going with you.
(scoffs) Are you crazy? No.
It wasn't a question.
Clint.
Perhaps, I accidentally
let something slip
when I was talking to her.
[John] Oh, shit.
Yeah, take this.
What is this?
It's where she wants you to meet her.
And the weapons?
I'll take them all.
Well, what's that beard, by the way?
Ah, this year, I'm Father Christmas
for the Children's Hospital.
I need to clean my karma.
Santa Claus in a wheelchair.
Well, take good care of yourself,
Santa.
Be careful, you might just end up
on my naughty list.
Too late for that.
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(crowd cheering)
(intense music)
(blows thudding)
(crowd cheering continues)
(intense music continues)
(blows thudding)
(crowd cheering continues)
(kick thwacking)
And once again, the
winner is Ray Govina!
Now, who should it be now?
Come on, ladies, don't be shy.
Anyone brave enough? Come on!
(crowd cheering)
Say hello and may the best lady win.
(intense music continues)
(backfist thudding)
(Eager Fan laughing)
(lip trilling)
(Eager Fan laughing)
(blows thudding)
(Eager Fan laughing)
(elbow smacking)
Megan Gordon, ladies and gentlemen!
Megan Gordon!
(intense music intensifies)
So when do we start?
Meg.
What?
It isn't a game.
I never thought for
a minute that it was.
Anything else?
Actually, yes.
- Yeah.
- Mm,
I don't like the look of this.
See you at home, baby.
(photo rustling)
Oh.
- Did I miss something?
Would you prefer him?
A good point.
I found a place, and I'm happy.
And I'm happy for you too,
but you have to listen to me, little girl.
This time, the stakes are too high,
and I can't risk.
- Hey!
That's him.
(John sighing)
Just a second.
Come on!
(intense music)
Hey, that's him.
Now
what,
Rambo?
If you insist.
(kicks thwacking)
And now?
I will kill you.
(Eager Fan thudding)
(intense music continues)
Nice problem.
We do what we can, yeah.
Okay, let's go.
I will kill you. (Snores)
(lighthearted music)
(car door thudding)
Yours?
Mm-hmm.
I like the other one better.
You're never satisfied.
I am a man of great taste.
Oh, really?
Should we talk about you and wife?
I can see you're over it.
(chuckles) Don't make me think about it.
Shall we go?
Yeah.
Can you drive?
Seriously?
Sure.
(lighthearted music continues)
(Megan sighing)
(car door thudding)
(lighthearted music continues)
(John groaning)
(car door thudding)
You okay?
Yeah.
(car horn honking)
(wipers clicking)
What the fuck? Are you kidding me?
Don't say a word. I'm used to tanks.
(car engine rumbling)
(foreboding music)
(punches smacking)
Nina!
(foreboding music continues)
Tell me.
Still nothing.
(punches smacking)
Cut a piece off.
(punches smacking continues)
And what we are doing here exactly?
I told you.
You just told me that
a friend of Clint's
can help us to find that madman.
Exactly.
Yeah, mm.
And was it necessary to meet here?
[John] He was very insistent.
Jesus.
Be patient with him, girl.
And can I at least know who this guy is?
Of course, his name is Mentor.
Ah, very useful.
And how can we be sure that he'll help us?
Do you know who he serves more
than anything in the world?
(patriotic music)
(lighter clicking)
(patriotic music continues)
Hey!
(upbeat music)
Leave this to me.
(upbeat music continues)
(upbeat music continues)
(hands swishing)
(hands swishing)
(fingers clicking)
(gun clicking)
Ah, this isn't going well.
(Mentor laughing)
I was joking.
Clint told me you were a little retarded.
(Mentor laughing)
Sorry, sorry, how do you say, um,
slow on the uptake, right? (Laughs)
Every friend of Clint is a friend of mine!
Okay! Eh.
Oh, oh.
(Mentor smooching)
Ooh.
Hey, little girl.
Every friend of Clint is a friend of mine.
Don't even think about it.
Okay, okay, calm down.
Cigar?
(upbeat music continues)
So how can I help?
(gunshots rattling)
(Mentor grunting)
(Mentor speaking in foreign language)
(Mentor coughing)
(inhaler hissing)
(Mentor growling)
I apologize, my friend.
(lighter flicking)
But every time I hear that,
that name, I fucking lose it.
(Mentor exhaling heavily)
Yeah.
- You have to help
me find him.
Oh, it will be my pleasure.
(tires screeching)
Oh no, Vindar.
(car horn honking)
- Who?
- Are you really retarded?
Vindar! Take over.
(gun firing)
(gunshots popping)
(bullets whistling)
(both chattering indistinctly)
(both chattering indistinctly continues)
(car engine revving)
Yeah.
[Megan] Who the hell was that?
Vindar.
Vindar? What the fuck is Vindar?
My brother.
- Your brother?
- Mm.
Yep.
Uh, oh, fuck your brother.
He's firing onto you?
Because, mm,
because I didn't go to
our mother's for dinner.
I know, I know, he did
the right thing, right?
- I totally agree.
- What?
Are you out of your mind too?
All right, all right, back to business.
Give me a couple of hours,
and I will tell you where (groans)
Krstic is hiding.
- Mm.
Meet me at the Bolgadan Bar
at the old airport.
(fingers clicking)
Got it?
They have great Sarajevo
pizza there, my favorite.
[Megan] Mm.
All right,
see you later, uh, uh, Crocodile.
(singer singing in foreign language)
(patriotic music)
What do we do now?
We'll go visit your grandma.
Your mother.
Hmm.
(singer singing in foreign
language continues)
(whimsical music)
Sit up straight
(slap cracking)
At the table.
- Sorry, Mom.
- No laughing either.
Sorry, Grandma.
(whimsical music continues)
(playful music)
(playful music continues)
(chair scraping)
(John's Mom sighing)
The good old Italian tradition, mm.
(playful music continues)
(John sighing)
(slaps cracking)
- Shit! Uh, fuck!
Oh, Jesus!
Aren't you forgetting
something, John, dear?
(playful music continues)
Ah
(John sighing)
Thank you, Lord, for
the food You offer us
and for helping my son
to kill that son of a bitch
who killed my other child.
Amen.
I said amen.
(spatula whooshing)
(slap cracking)
Amen!
Amen.
Amen.
Very well, bon appetit, hmm.
(utensils clinking)
Dessert?
Oh shit, no.
Eh, language.
(sighs) We have to go now, Mom.
Uh, wait, uh, wait.
Ooh.
(gun clicking)
(gun thudding)
That was your father's.
I remember.
[John's Mom] It's yours now, darling.
Thanks, Mom.
You're welcome, darling.
Go ahead and use it to blow
that son of a bitch's brains out.
Okay.
You don't fuck with
United States of America.
- Oh, we better go.
- Thanks, Mommy.
And after you have
made his skull explode,
shoot him two or three more times.
You never know with those people.
And then take a stick
and make sure that, uh.
[John] And good seeing you, Mom!
(John's Mom whistling)
I almost forgot,
Father Alfredo is waiting for you.
Oh, come on!
(spatula clacking)
You must clean your soul, darling.
Oh, listen to your mother, darling.
You too, little princess.
(Megan chuckling)
Bye, Mom.
(galvanizing rock music)
(galvanizing rock music continues)
[Father Alfredo] Speak, my child.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
And therefore that prison.
I've sinned
a lot.
Tell me everything.
How much time do you have, Father?
[Father Alfredo] John.
Right.
Um, so I, I took this guy
and broke his neck
and, and, and made it a football
(imitates kick smacking)
Oh, with his thing.
And but don't tell her.
(imitates bones cracking)
(John groaning)
And (retches).
(John imitates eyeballs exploding)
And, and you know?
And then we were (grunts).
And, and, and
let's say I then,
and I blow it up.
You know, something like
rest in pieces. (Chuckles)
And that's it, that's all.
More or less.
I think, maybe.
Hmm, I see.
What now?
(galvanizing rock music continues)
Give me a second.
(calculator beeping)
Well,
that's 4,700 Hail Marys
and 850 Our Fathers.
I thought it will be worse.
[Father Alfredo] See you soon, John.
[John] You bet, Father.
Your turn.
(traffic whirring)
(jovial music)
(jovial music continues)
(terrorists cheering)
(jovial music continues)
(terrorists cheering continues)
(jovial music continues)
(distant airplane whirring)
Hmm, you know, this place.
You youngsters are always complaining.
Mm, and you Boomers
are always complaining
that young girls always complain.
[John] Touche.
Yeah, no, no, no, no! Ah!
Come on.
Hey!
(swing whooshing)
Oh, hold on.
- He's got that shirt.
You don't say.
Hey, nothing, nothing.
I think I really can. (Chuckles)
Oh. (Chuckles)
(footsteps rustling)
(lighter clicking)
Hey, little girl. What are you doing here?
- Hmm.
- Mm.
[John] Is everything okay?
Oh, ah, uh...
- John.
- John.
Yeah, it, uh, just a question of money.
They wanted me to pay the bill.
[John] Absolutely incredible.
$4,000
and 300.
No, it's not too much to it, uh.
It was too much, so.
I had a stomachache.
- Yeah, the stomachache.
- Yeah.
So
are we going to kill this terrorist,
the son of a bitch, or not?
Hmm, (scoffs) after you.
Of course.
(rifles clicking)
Good, very good. Let's go.
(lighthearted music)
Come.
(finger tapping)
My sources detected suspicious
activity in this area.
Ugly faces, not pretty like yours.
Ugly faces like bad
people, you understand?
Serbs.
So I asked for more information.
And today, I received this.
[John] (chuckles) Bingo.
[Mentor] I prefer the slot machines.
Yeah, me too, but what's the point?
You started it.
What are you talking about?
- Me?
- Enough, please!
Where is this place?
Um, it's, uh, up north
beyond the mountain.
There is an old abandoned mine
with an underground bunker
that extends for over a mile.
- Damn!
- What?
It'll be a maze. We already
are in a disadvantage.
I've got blue brick.
What?
Uh, uh, blueprints!
- Oh yeah.
- Of the bunker.
Oh, wait, uh, just a second.
There you go.
All right.
Bing...
To be honest, I have no
idea how to get there.
We're here for a reason, big man.
Can you drive?
- Hell no!
Yeah.
(Megan sighing)
(laid-back music)
Seriously?
That thing should be in a museum.
Like you, Uncle!
Hmm, you can walk.
Hmm, very funny.
Can you really fly that thing?
I don't think so,
but I'm a quick learner.
So how does it work?
Hmm.
(ominous music)
(footsteps rustling)
(ominous music continues)
[Nina] Milan.
They're coming.
Who?
Our informant spoke of only one man.
Only one man?
He must be good in this job, uh?
He's with a girl.
Of course.
In this new world,
they want gender equality and right.
We can take no risks.
Gather the men and give
the order to kill at sight
anyone try to enter.
Yes, sir.
No one can come between
a man and his dream.
Bring me the girl.
(ominous music continues)
(airplane whirring)
(wind whooshing)
(airplane rumbling)
Isn't it all a bit much?
What?
You know, uh, Serbian terrorists,
atomic bombs.
Second thoughts?
Me? No way.
I was talking about you.
You're getting old.
I know,
but what's left out there for me
is a world that's changed but I haven't.
And you know, these things we do,
I want them to last forever.
Shit happens, and someone
has to deal with it.
Who you're gonna call?
John.
There is more out there for you, Uncle.
Name it.
- What?
- Tell me.
What's out there for me? I'm all ears.
(Megan inhaling deeply)
(airplane rumbling continues)
Okay, fine, you're right, we're fucked.
Life sucks, so keep
doing what you do best.
Making things right, saving the world.
Mm, I was thinking
about blowing things up.
Got it.
Hmm.
Mm, life got nothing?
You bet.
What about your wife?
Ex, remember?
Huh, that's too bad.
Meg.
- Hmm?
- Julia is a good woman.
Mm, yeah, sure.
Anyway, I don't see
her since the last time.
Mm, I mean, she'll give you like a month
of Julia free-talking.
- You're mean!
- Mm.
Are we here?
(airplane whirring)
We're here.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(water dripping)
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music continues)
(John grunting)
(John panting)
It seems we have to do it the hard way.
Well, you don't say.
Hmm.
(John exhaling heavily)
(John knocking)
Are you kidding me?
Well, actually, yes.
I'm gonna blow it up.
(ominous music)
(John whistling)
(tape ripping)
(tape snapping)
(John whistling)
(ominous music continues)
(finger rustling)
(footsteps plodding)
(fuse sizzling)
Yeah, amazing. Congrats, Uncle.
Now, everybody knows we're here.
Don't sweat it, Meg. They already know.
(CCTV beeping)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(CCTV beeping)
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(CCTV beeping)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps clopping)
(foreboding music)
(metal door clattering)
(foreboding music continues)
Please don't make any noise.
[John] Understood.
(foreboding music continues)
(bag thudding)
(metal creaking)
(foreboding music continues)
(metal creaking)
(head whooshing)
(Armed Guy 4 groaning)
(shotgun firing)
Why?
Where's the fun otherwise?
- I hate you.
- No, you don't.
(Megan scoffing)
(foreboding music continues)
(footsteps rustling)
(suspenseful music)
[Armed Guy 5] Hold up!
(gunshots rattling)
(John breathing heavily)
Keep them busy.
The fuck? Deja vu.
(gunshots rattling)
(shotgun blasting)
Old style.
Girl style.
Good girl.
(gunshots rattling)
(lighter flicking)
(energizing music)
(fire roaring)
(terrorists groaning)
(energizing music continues)
(fire crackling)
[Megan] Messy.
[John] I always liked barbecue.
[Megan] Ah, please.
(footsteps plodding)
(footsteps plodding continues)
(gritty music)
(squeals) Oh, John! Uncle!
Let her go.
[Armed Guy 6] Or what?
(gritty music continues)
(shotgun thudding)
Just you and me.
[Armed Guy 6] Who do you
think you are? You Chuck Norris?
Who?
Yeah, I like it.
(gritty music continues)
(gritty music continues)
You remember when I
said just you and me?
Yeah, come on.
I lied.
What the fuck?
(gun firing)
Sue me. (Laughs)
(gun firing)
Oh wow!
(gunshot popping)
Wow! (Laughs)
Oh, okay, Uncle.
I think he's dead.
Yeah, maybe twice.
(gritty music continues)
(gun firing)
(John laughing)
Seriously?
(foreboding music)
(footsteps plodding)
(footsteps plodding continues)
We're running out of time.
You knew that, right?
Let's make some noise.
(bag zipping)
(device clicking)
(device thrumming)
What? (Scoffs)
Are you telling me that you
had that thing the whole time?
What?
Of course, why?
(eerie music)
(no audio)
(upbeat music)
Meet my new girlfriend.
(shots zapping)
Oh yeah.
(upbeat music continues)
(prototype rifle buzzing)
(upbeat music continues)
(John smooching)
Oh.
(upbeat music fades)
[Milan] Enough, Mr. Gordon!
It's time for us to meet up.
Can't wait.
[Milan] Corridor north, control room.
We are waiting for you.
And that goes without saying.
- Oh yeah, Uncle,
it looks like a bait to me.
Hmm, I'm thrilled like a virgin.
(rifle clicking)
- Yeah.
(blood dripping)
(foreboding music)
[John] Knock, knock.
Come in!
Welcome, Mr. Gordon.
Cut with the bullshit.
Your wish is my command.
So what do you think you'll do here?
Kill everyone and get away with the girl?
More or less.
- I pity you.
- And I kill you.
Oh, tut, tut, tut, tut, tut.
Nina, please.
(timer beeping)
(John sighing)
Of course.
(switch chiming)
What you were thinking?
Can you blame him?
Let Samson die with the Philistine,
but first, you.
This is the end, for you, I mean.
First they ignore you,
then they laugh at you,
then they fight you.
Oh, Gandhi, please.
Then you win!
(plank thwacking)
Ah!
(dramatic music)
(gun firing)
What?
(dramatic music continues)
(metal door clinking)
(timer beeping)
(alarm blaring)
(dramatic music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
[Armed Guy 7] Come here.
(dramatic music continues)
(alarm blaring continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(Carrie groaning)
(dramatic music fades)
I'll take care of them. Save the girl.
Never!
You know how it goes.
Kill the bad guy, make
the world a better place.
Same old script.
Shit.
Go! Now!
(gun firing)
(alarm blaring)
(Milan coughing)
(dramatic music continues)
(timer beeping)
(footsteps plodding)
No, no, no!
Ah!
Shit.
(timer beeping)
(bomb exploding)
(somber music)
(somber music continues)
(gunshots cracking)
(fire roaring)
(somber music continues)
(somber music continues)
(somber music continues)
(door handle clicking)
(footsteps plodding)
(Megan crying)
(Carrie breathing heavily)
(foreboding music)
I'm too old for this shit. (Coughs)
[Megan] You said that
you'll never die again!
(John laughing)
I have no intention.
Are you okay?
Oh, yes.
Oh.
We did it.
(birds chirping)
(faint patriotic music)
It was fun.
Yeah, a hell of a ride.
Yeah.
(John sighing)
Do I look old?
Uncle, you are old.
(rooster crowing)
It's the beard, isn't it?
Yeah, the beard, the beard. (Chuckles)
And so you did it.
- We did it.
- Mm, the Gordons.
- The Gordons.
- Yeah.
I sure felt it when, "The Gordons."
(Megan imitates cymbal reverberating)
(both laughing)
Yeah, I can play guitar.
Yeah. (Chuckles)
What are you going to do now?
I have no idea.
- Mm.
- I have plenty of time.
Yeah.
Yeah, you're a free man.
Mm, how does it feel?
Good, it was about time.
Mm, how will you live?
Day by day as a free man.
(phone vibrating)
(phone beeping)
Julia!
I see.
When?
Five months? I will be there.
Well, if it's a girl, Megan.
And if it's a boy, John, of course,
like me and my father before me.
Okay, take care.
Are you going to be father? Oh, really?
I think so.
(Megan chuckling)
(John thudding)
Uncle!
Oh oh oh
Whoa
Oh oh oh
Whoa
(high-spirited music)
(birds chirping)
(John exhaling heavily)
(footsteps rustling)
Are you really sure?
I gave you my word.
Mm, let's fucking do it.
Oh, I'm sorry, sir.
You can call me John.
Really?
- Hell no.
- Fair enough.
(key clinking)
Have fun.
You can bet your stars-and-stripes
ass, Mr. President.
See you next time, John.
Nah, I'm retiring.
(hands tapping)
("Abisso" by Slugchop)
Mm.
(water sloshing)
(UFO humming)
("Abisso" by Slugchop continues)
("Abisso" by Slugchop continues)
("Abisso" by Slugchop continues)
(Slugchop singing in foreign language)
(Slugchop singing in
foreign language continues)
("Abisso" by Slugchop continues)
(Slugchop singing in foreign language)
(Slugchop singing in
foreign language continues)
(Slugchop singing in
foreign language continues)
(Slugchop singing in
foreign language continues)
("Abisso" by Slugchop fades)
(thrilling music)
[Guard 2] Checkpoint two, all clear.
[Guard 1] Checkpoint one, all clear.
(thrilling music continues)
[Guard 3] Checkpoint three, all clear.
(thrilling music continues)
(thrilling music continues)
(footsteps rustling)
(twig cracking)
[Guard 1] Checkpoint one, all clear.
(thrilling music continues)
(leaves rustling)
[Guard 2] Checkpoint two, all clear.
(Guard 4 gasping)
[Guard 5] Relax, I'm
here to start my shift.
You can go. Aren't you happy?
(thrilling music intensifies)
[Guard 1] Checkpoint one, all clear.
(thrilling music continues)
(foreboding music)
(Guard 6 groaning)
(knife swishing)
[Guard 3] Checkpoint three, all clear.
(footsteps rustling)
[Guard 2] Checkpoint two, all clear.
(foreboding music continues)
(silencer clicking)
[Armed Guy 1] Hey!
(flesh squelching)
(dagger whooshing)
Fuck, I think I need a shit.
[Guard 5] Should be okay.
Can't see us here.
(foreboding music continues)
Go fuck yourself, man.
Hey, hey, you!
(gunshots whistling)
(footsteps rustling)
(ominous music)
(footsteps rustling)
(glass shattering)
(ominous music continues)
(goggle sizzling)
[Armed Guy 1] Alpha
team. (Speaks Serbian)
(Armed Guy 2 speaks Serbian)
(Armed Guy 1 speaks Serbian)
(Armed Guy 2 speaks Serbian)
(Armed Guy 3 speaks Serbian)
(Armed Guy 1 speaks Serbian)
(Armed Guy 2 speaks Serbian)
(Armed Guy 3 speaks Serbian)
(Armed Guy 1 speaks Serbian)
(Armed Guy 2 speaks Serbian)
(Armed Guy 1 speaks Serbian)
(Armed Guy 2 speaks Serbian)
(dramatic music)
(Armed Guy 1 speaks Serbian)
(Armed Guy 2 speaks Serbian)
(Armed Guy 2 laughing)
(Armed Guy 2 speaks Serbian)
[Guard 7] Hey! Ah!
(gunshots popping)
(gunshots cracking)
(footsteps plodding)
(gunshots rattling)
(Armed Guy 4 screaming)
(gunshots rattling continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(gunshots rattling continues)
(wooden frame cracking)
(gunshots rattling continues)
(glasses shattering)
(Armed Guy 1 groaning)
(Armed Guy 1 speaking Serbian)
(heavy music)
(Armed Guy 1 speaking Serbian)
(Armed Guy 3 speaking Serbian)
(Armed Guy 1 panting)
(ominous music)
(footsteps plodding)
(grenade exploding)
(raven cawing)
(puzzling music)
(puzzling music continues)
(puzzling music continues)
(anxious music)
(anxious music continues)
(gun stock thudding)
(galvanizing music)
(galvanizing music continues)
(galvanizing music continues)
(galvanizing music continues)
(galvanizing music continues)
(galvanizing music continues)
Ah
(galvanizing music continues)
(foreboding music)
(John groaning)
(slinky clinking)
(John groaning continues)
(slinky clinking continues)
(foreboding music continues)
(door lock clicking)
John Gordon, there's a call for you.
Not interested.
(foreboding music continues)
(John groaning)
(slinky clinking continues)
(foreboding music continues)
(slinky clinking continues)
Would you mind?
(slinky clinking continues)
(sighs) Forget it.
(foreboding music continues)
Not interested.
(performers clapping)
(upbeat music)
Go
[John] Yes!
Go
(performers clapping continues)
(Inmate farting)
Hey
Isn't there any other cell free?
Mm.
I thought so.
(slinky clinking continues)
(metal door creaking)
Who are you?
We need you, John.
Who are you?
Your country needs you.
(pages rustling)
One last time,
who are you?
A friend.
I don't have any friends.
Well, from today, you could have one,
a good one.
Who is this?
Hmm.
Well, let me tell you
what is going to happen.
I'll cut off his head
and shit down his throat,
Mr. President.
Consider your sentence erased.
We'll be in touch.
(ominous music)
Well, don't you have anything to say?
Aren't you a little bit
happy for your friend John?
(Inmate groaning)
(scene smacking)
(gritty Wild West music)
You gotta be kidding me.
(gritty Wild West music continues)
(eagle screeching)
(John growling)
You already know.
(gritty Wild West music continues)
It's locked.
There is Face ID.
Fuck, face what?
Let me show you.
Here.
Don't say a word.
(phone beeping)
(phone ringing)
- Hello.
- I need a ride.
And for God's sake, don't be late.
We're running out of time.
Understood.
- See you next time.
- Get lost.
Yes, sir.
Face blocked, huh.
(upbeat music)
(upbeat music continues)
(thunder rumbling)
(rain pattering)
(wind whooshing)
(John sneezing)
(truck engine rumbling)
(key clinking)
We are running
out of time.
What the fuck did you not
understand about that sentence?
I know, I know, it's my bad.
Okay, I'm sorry, I, I forgot.
And,
and life sucks, man, I suck!
John, I suck!
Get out!
[Nick] Oh, come on, no. Come on, man!
Get the fuck out!
(car door handle clicking)
Get the fuck out, I said!
I'm trying, man. Just give me a second.
(car door thudding)
I hate you.
Oh, fuck.
I miss you too,
man.
(Nick laughing)
- No, no, no, no.
You look great, Jesus! (Laughs)
You look like shit.
Yeah, I appreciate that, thanks.
No, seriously, you
really do look like shit.
What the hell happened to you?
- Maureen?
- Oh, again?
Yeah, again.
You two will never change.
Well, you know I love her.
She means more to me than anything else.
(John sighing)
Uh.
You, you want to,
to, to talk about
Yeah, I'd like to talk about it
'cause I, I'd like to get
this shit off my chest.
(Nick speaking indistinctly)
(carefree music)
(Nick speaking indistinctly continues)
And he's just a dick, she's a bitch,
and they're just both just...
I, uh, look, here's,
this is when we went to the lake.
And, and this was a beautiful day.
I, I wanna remember her from this.
It's a beautiful picture.
Hmm.
Yeah, it's a beautiful picture,
but ah, enough about me, man.
What'd you learn in the cooler?
Get in.
(Nick laughing)
[Nick] Yeah.
(car doors clicking)
Oh.
Well, I've learned a lot of things.
Like I learned to manage
my anger, you know?
(car horn honking)
(Driver speaking Italian)
I'm a new man now.
I'm happy for you, yeah.
(car horn honking continues)
Um, would you be so
kind to give me a minute?
Yeah, sure thing.
(Driver speaking Italian continues)
(car honking continues)
(cable snapping)
(car hood thudding)
(Driver speaking Italian)
(car engine whirring)
(car door thudding)
Did you see?
Yeah, well, American
prison system, you know,
it's works miracles these days.
Not for everyone, but
uh, how come you're out?
It's a long story.
Well, I gotta be honest with you.
In this car, there are
several automatic weapons,
an explosive device.
My insurance has expired.
I can't rule out the possibility
that there's a dead body in the trunk.
These are confusing times.
Nick, just drive.
Drive where?
To the White House.
(wheels creaking)
(scene thudding)
(foreboding music)
(footsteps plodding)
(foreboding music continues)
(footsteps plodding continues)
(foreboding music continues)
(footsteps plodding continues)
(keys clinking)
(doors scraping)
Do you know who I am?
As it should be.
No one can truly know the nature of man
until see him handle power.
Sophocles.
Very good!
You are a woman of culture,
and I always love woman of culture.
But let me introduce myself.
My name is Milan Krstic,
and I have a dream.
I dream of a better world, a freer world,
a more dignified world.
I have everything I need
to make my dream come true
except, uh, a little thing
that you can help me obtain.
A bomb.
A bomb so large and powerful that everyone
will have to bow my will.
Russian will cling to my feet.
Europe will beg for mercy!
Great Mother Serbia will
reign to the continent,
but I have finished for now.
Now,
it's your turn to speak.
(footsteps plodding)
(tripod clacking)
The message must be sent today.
I will not allow any delay.
If she doesn't cooperate,
break her arm.
She'll change her mind.
We know that no one sees power
with the intention of relinquishing it.
Power is not a means,
it's an end.
Orwell.
Very good.
(footsteps rustling)
(camera beeping)
(Nick sighing)
What?
I guess I expected something bigger.
I know what you mean.
[Nick] I'm gonna see you again?
[John] Who knows?
You sure about this?
No, but I can't stand any bastards
who picks on kids.
Uh, I can't argue with that. (Scoffs)
Good luck.
Hmm.
(Nick sighing)
And Maureen's probably taking a shit
on my pillow right now.
(smooth music)
(smooth music continues)
(smooth music continues)
(John gurgling)
(water sloshing)
(door clicking)
(smooth music continues)
(footsteps clopping)
You have to help me, John.
Can I call you John?
Of course.
Can I call you John too?
Of course not.
Fair enough.
Have you ever heard of Milan Krstic?
That sadistic bastard who came to power
four years ago in Serbia
by cheating in the election
and who is famous for his
policy of terror and repression,
his psychopathic delusions of power,
as well as his marked tendency to kill
and make anyone who gets in the way
of his personal crusade
against the rest of the world
disappear into thin air?
Never heard of him.
He's taken my daughter hostage.
He's going to kill her
if we don't give him
10 experimental nuclear
warheads we're developing.
(footsteps clopping)
(water sloshing)
Why me?
Because you're the best, John.
That's why.
I've read your dossier.
I know everything about you.
You're the only one who can
bring Carrie back to me.
You're the only one
who can save the world.
When you leave this
room, you will be given
all the necessary information.
Time is running out, John.
There isn't a moment to waste.
It doesn't seem like a walk in the park.
It isn't.
Hmm, Earl Grey,
my favorite.
(President slurping)
Ah.
(throat clearing)
You'll have all the support you need.
Ask and you shall receive.
I work alone.
As you wish.
And deal on that,
when you return from the mission,
your every wish will be fulfilled.
Hmm.
Actually, there will be one thing.
You name it, I'm the fucking president
of the United States of America.
(adventurous music)
(garage door scraping)
Don't you ever get sick of all this?
Look who's talking?
Ah, this?
Now, I'm once again an
international arms dealer,
it's not the safest job in the world.
One day, I might have to defend myself.
If you say so.
Ah, but don't forget the brakes.
(Clint chuckling)
What do you need?
- Something very powerful.
- Ah.
You've come to the right place.
(adventurous music continues)
We have the MP-5.
It's a classic.
Bigger.
Or this, used to be your favorite.
Bigger.
Well, and we have this.
It's my creation.
It's, uh, I haven't actually named it yet.
It's a prototype.
I've improved the capacity of the magazine
to give it more firepower
and increased the range
of its destruction.
Hmm, sexy.
[Clint] Very.
But you forgot the bullets.
(adventurous music continues)
(shots zapping)
Whoa!
(wall cracking)
(shots zapping continues)
(adventurous music continues)
(John laughing)
It works! (Laughs)
[Clint] You done?
Uh, another five minutes?
Please.
[John] Okay, I'm done.
Is there anything else I can do for you?
Actually, yes.
(sighs) I need to find Krstic.
That Serbian motherfucker
is good at hiding.
I see.
We're running out of time.
And that piece of shit is like a ghost.
I do have an idea.
But first things first.
Megan's going with you.
(scoffs) Are you crazy? No.
It wasn't a question.
Clint.
Perhaps, I accidentally
let something slip
when I was talking to her.
[John] Oh, shit.
Yeah, take this.
What is this?
It's where she wants you to meet her.
And the weapons?
I'll take them all.
Well, what's that beard, by the way?
Ah, this year, I'm Father Christmas
for the Children's Hospital.
I need to clean my karma.
Santa Claus in a wheelchair.
Well, take good care of yourself,
Santa.
Be careful, you might just end up
on my naughty list.
Too late for that.
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(crowd cheering)
(intense music)
(blows thudding)
(crowd cheering continues)
(intense music continues)
(blows thudding)
(crowd cheering continues)
(kick thwacking)
And once again, the
winner is Ray Govina!
Now, who should it be now?
Come on, ladies, don't be shy.
Anyone brave enough? Come on!
(crowd cheering)
Say hello and may the best lady win.
(intense music continues)
(backfist thudding)
(Eager Fan laughing)
(lip trilling)
(Eager Fan laughing)
(blows thudding)
(Eager Fan laughing)
(elbow smacking)
Megan Gordon, ladies and gentlemen!
Megan Gordon!
(intense music intensifies)
So when do we start?
Meg.
What?
It isn't a game.
I never thought for
a minute that it was.
Anything else?
Actually, yes.
- Yeah.
- Mm,
I don't like the look of this.
See you at home, baby.
(photo rustling)
Oh.
- Did I miss something?
Would you prefer him?
A good point.
I found a place, and I'm happy.
And I'm happy for you too,
but you have to listen to me, little girl.
This time, the stakes are too high,
and I can't risk.
- Hey!
That's him.
(John sighing)
Just a second.
Come on!
(intense music)
Hey, that's him.
Now
what,
Rambo?
If you insist.
(kicks thwacking)
And now?
I will kill you.
(Eager Fan thudding)
(intense music continues)
Nice problem.
We do what we can, yeah.
Okay, let's go.
I will kill you. (Snores)
(lighthearted music)
(car door thudding)
Yours?
Mm-hmm.
I like the other one better.
You're never satisfied.
I am a man of great taste.
Oh, really?
Should we talk about you and wife?
I can see you're over it.
(chuckles) Don't make me think about it.
Shall we go?
Yeah.
Can you drive?
Seriously?
Sure.
(lighthearted music continues)
(Megan sighing)
(car door thudding)
(lighthearted music continues)
(John groaning)
(car door thudding)
You okay?
Yeah.
(car horn honking)
(wipers clicking)
What the fuck? Are you kidding me?
Don't say a word. I'm used to tanks.
(car engine rumbling)
(foreboding music)
(punches smacking)
Nina!
(foreboding music continues)
Tell me.
Still nothing.
(punches smacking)
Cut a piece off.
(punches smacking continues)
And what we are doing here exactly?
I told you.
You just told me that
a friend of Clint's
can help us to find that madman.
Exactly.
Yeah, mm.
And was it necessary to meet here?
[John] He was very insistent.
Jesus.
Be patient with him, girl.
And can I at least know who this guy is?
Of course, his name is Mentor.
Ah, very useful.
And how can we be sure that he'll help us?
Do you know who he serves more
than anything in the world?
(patriotic music)
(lighter clicking)
(patriotic music continues)
Hey!
(upbeat music)
Leave this to me.
(upbeat music continues)
(upbeat music continues)
(hands swishing)
(hands swishing)
(fingers clicking)
(gun clicking)
Ah, this isn't going well.
(Mentor laughing)
I was joking.
Clint told me you were a little retarded.
(Mentor laughing)
Sorry, sorry, how do you say, um,
slow on the uptake, right? (Laughs)
Every friend of Clint is a friend of mine!
Okay! Eh.
Oh, oh.
(Mentor smooching)
Ooh.
Hey, little girl.
Every friend of Clint is a friend of mine.
Don't even think about it.
Okay, okay, calm down.
Cigar?
(upbeat music continues)
So how can I help?
(gunshots rattling)
(Mentor grunting)
(Mentor speaking in foreign language)
(Mentor coughing)
(inhaler hissing)
(Mentor growling)
I apologize, my friend.
(lighter flicking)
But every time I hear that,
that name, I fucking lose it.
(Mentor exhaling heavily)
Yeah.
- You have to help
me find him.
Oh, it will be my pleasure.
(tires screeching)
Oh no, Vindar.
(car horn honking)
- Who?
- Are you really retarded?
Vindar! Take over.
(gun firing)
(gunshots popping)
(bullets whistling)
(both chattering indistinctly)
(both chattering indistinctly continues)
(car engine revving)
Yeah.
[Megan] Who the hell was that?
Vindar.
Vindar? What the fuck is Vindar?
My brother.
- Your brother?
- Mm.
Yep.
Uh, oh, fuck your brother.
He's firing onto you?
Because, mm,
because I didn't go to
our mother's for dinner.
I know, I know, he did
the right thing, right?
- I totally agree.
- What?
Are you out of your mind too?
All right, all right, back to business.
Give me a couple of hours,
and I will tell you where (groans)
Krstic is hiding.
- Mm.
Meet me at the Bolgadan Bar
at the old airport.
(fingers clicking)
Got it?
They have great Sarajevo
pizza there, my favorite.
[Megan] Mm.
All right,
see you later, uh, uh, Crocodile.
(singer singing in foreign language)
(patriotic music)
What do we do now?
We'll go visit your grandma.
Your mother.
Hmm.
(singer singing in foreign
language continues)
(whimsical music)
Sit up straight
(slap cracking)
At the table.
- Sorry, Mom.
- No laughing either.
Sorry, Grandma.
(whimsical music continues)
(playful music)
(playful music continues)
(chair scraping)
(John's Mom sighing)
The good old Italian tradition, mm.
(playful music continues)
(John sighing)
(slaps cracking)
- Shit! Uh, fuck!
Oh, Jesus!
Aren't you forgetting
something, John, dear?
(playful music continues)
Ah
(John sighing)
Thank you, Lord, for
the food You offer us
and for helping my son
to kill that son of a bitch
who killed my other child.
Amen.
I said amen.
(spatula whooshing)
(slap cracking)
Amen!
Amen.
Amen.
Very well, bon appetit, hmm.
(utensils clinking)
Dessert?
Oh shit, no.
Eh, language.
(sighs) We have to go now, Mom.
Uh, wait, uh, wait.
Ooh.
(gun clicking)
(gun thudding)
That was your father's.
I remember.
[John's Mom] It's yours now, darling.
Thanks, Mom.
You're welcome, darling.
Go ahead and use it to blow
that son of a bitch's brains out.
Okay.
You don't fuck with
United States of America.
- Oh, we better go.
- Thanks, Mommy.
And after you have
made his skull explode,
shoot him two or three more times.
You never know with those people.
And then take a stick
and make sure that, uh.
[John] And good seeing you, Mom!
(John's Mom whistling)
I almost forgot,
Father Alfredo is waiting for you.
Oh, come on!
(spatula clacking)
You must clean your soul, darling.
Oh, listen to your mother, darling.
You too, little princess.
(Megan chuckling)
Bye, Mom.
(galvanizing rock music)
(galvanizing rock music continues)
[Father Alfredo] Speak, my child.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
And therefore that prison.
I've sinned
a lot.
Tell me everything.
How much time do you have, Father?
[Father Alfredo] John.
Right.
Um, so I, I took this guy
and broke his neck
and, and, and made it a football
(imitates kick smacking)
Oh, with his thing.
And but don't tell her.
(imitates bones cracking)
(John groaning)
And (retches).
(John imitates eyeballs exploding)
And, and you know?
And then we were (grunts).
And, and, and
let's say I then,
and I blow it up.
You know, something like
rest in pieces. (Chuckles)
And that's it, that's all.
More or less.
I think, maybe.
Hmm, I see.
What now?
(galvanizing rock music continues)
Give me a second.
(calculator beeping)
Well,
that's 4,700 Hail Marys
and 850 Our Fathers.
I thought it will be worse.
[Father Alfredo] See you soon, John.
[John] You bet, Father.
Your turn.
(traffic whirring)
(jovial music)
(jovial music continues)
(terrorists cheering)
(jovial music continues)
(terrorists cheering continues)
(jovial music continues)
(distant airplane whirring)
Hmm, you know, this place.
You youngsters are always complaining.
Mm, and you Boomers
are always complaining
that young girls always complain.
[John] Touche.
Yeah, no, no, no, no! Ah!
Come on.
Hey!
(swing whooshing)
Oh, hold on.
- He's got that shirt.
You don't say.
Hey, nothing, nothing.
I think I really can. (Chuckles)
Oh. (Chuckles)
(footsteps rustling)
(lighter clicking)
Hey, little girl. What are you doing here?
- Hmm.
- Mm.
[John] Is everything okay?
Oh, ah, uh...
- John.
- John.
Yeah, it, uh, just a question of money.
They wanted me to pay the bill.
[John] Absolutely incredible.
$4,000
and 300.
No, it's not too much to it, uh.
It was too much, so.
I had a stomachache.
- Yeah, the stomachache.
- Yeah.
So
are we going to kill this terrorist,
the son of a bitch, or not?
Hmm, (scoffs) after you.
Of course.
(rifles clicking)
Good, very good. Let's go.
(lighthearted music)
Come.
(finger tapping)
My sources detected suspicious
activity in this area.
Ugly faces, not pretty like yours.
Ugly faces like bad
people, you understand?
Serbs.
So I asked for more information.
And today, I received this.
[John] (chuckles) Bingo.
[Mentor] I prefer the slot machines.
Yeah, me too, but what's the point?
You started it.
What are you talking about?
- Me?
- Enough, please!
Where is this place?
Um, it's, uh, up north
beyond the mountain.
There is an old abandoned mine
with an underground bunker
that extends for over a mile.
- Damn!
- What?
It'll be a maze. We already
are in a disadvantage.
I've got blue brick.
What?
Uh, uh, blueprints!
- Oh yeah.
- Of the bunker.
Oh, wait, uh, just a second.
There you go.
All right.
Bing...
To be honest, I have no
idea how to get there.
We're here for a reason, big man.
Can you drive?
- Hell no!
Yeah.
(Megan sighing)
(laid-back music)
Seriously?
That thing should be in a museum.
Like you, Uncle!
Hmm, you can walk.
Hmm, very funny.
Can you really fly that thing?
I don't think so,
but I'm a quick learner.
So how does it work?
Hmm.
(ominous music)
(footsteps rustling)
(ominous music continues)
[Nina] Milan.
They're coming.
Who?
Our informant spoke of only one man.
Only one man?
He must be good in this job, uh?
He's with a girl.
Of course.
In this new world,
they want gender equality and right.
We can take no risks.
Gather the men and give
the order to kill at sight
anyone try to enter.
Yes, sir.
No one can come between
a man and his dream.
Bring me the girl.
(ominous music continues)
(airplane whirring)
(wind whooshing)
(airplane rumbling)
Isn't it all a bit much?
What?
You know, uh, Serbian terrorists,
atomic bombs.
Second thoughts?
Me? No way.
I was talking about you.
You're getting old.
I know,
but what's left out there for me
is a world that's changed but I haven't.
And you know, these things we do,
I want them to last forever.
Shit happens, and someone
has to deal with it.
Who you're gonna call?
John.
There is more out there for you, Uncle.
Name it.
- What?
- Tell me.
What's out there for me? I'm all ears.
(Megan inhaling deeply)
(airplane rumbling continues)
Okay, fine, you're right, we're fucked.
Life sucks, so keep
doing what you do best.
Making things right, saving the world.
Mm, I was thinking
about blowing things up.
Got it.
Hmm.
Mm, life got nothing?
You bet.
What about your wife?
Ex, remember?
Huh, that's too bad.
Meg.
- Hmm?
- Julia is a good woman.
Mm, yeah, sure.
Anyway, I don't see
her since the last time.
Mm, I mean, she'll give you like a month
of Julia free-talking.
- You're mean!
- Mm.
Are we here?
(airplane whirring)
We're here.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(water dripping)
(footsteps plodding)
(dramatic music continues)
(John grunting)
(John panting)
It seems we have to do it the hard way.
Well, you don't say.
Hmm.
(John exhaling heavily)
(John knocking)
Are you kidding me?
Well, actually, yes.
I'm gonna blow it up.
(ominous music)
(John whistling)
(tape ripping)
(tape snapping)
(John whistling)
(ominous music continues)
(finger rustling)
(footsteps plodding)
(fuse sizzling)
Yeah, amazing. Congrats, Uncle.
Now, everybody knows we're here.
Don't sweat it, Meg. They already know.
(CCTV beeping)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(CCTV beeping)
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
(CCTV beeping)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(footsteps clopping)
(foreboding music)
(metal door clattering)
(foreboding music continues)
Please don't make any noise.
[John] Understood.
(foreboding music continues)
(bag thudding)
(metal creaking)
(foreboding music continues)
(metal creaking)
(head whooshing)
(Armed Guy 4 groaning)
(shotgun firing)
Why?
Where's the fun otherwise?
- I hate you.
- No, you don't.
(Megan scoffing)
(foreboding music continues)
(footsteps rustling)
(suspenseful music)
[Armed Guy 5] Hold up!
(gunshots rattling)
(John breathing heavily)
Keep them busy.
The fuck? Deja vu.
(gunshots rattling)
(shotgun blasting)
Old style.
Girl style.
Good girl.
(gunshots rattling)
(lighter flicking)
(energizing music)
(fire roaring)
(terrorists groaning)
(energizing music continues)
(fire crackling)
[Megan] Messy.
[John] I always liked barbecue.
[Megan] Ah, please.
(footsteps plodding)
(footsteps plodding continues)
(gritty music)
(squeals) Oh, John! Uncle!
Let her go.
[Armed Guy 6] Or what?
(gritty music continues)
(shotgun thudding)
Just you and me.
[Armed Guy 6] Who do you
think you are? You Chuck Norris?
Who?
Yeah, I like it.
(gritty music continues)
(gritty music continues)
You remember when I
said just you and me?
Yeah, come on.
I lied.
What the fuck?
(gun firing)
Sue me. (Laughs)
(gun firing)
Oh wow!
(gunshot popping)
Wow! (Laughs)
Oh, okay, Uncle.
I think he's dead.
Yeah, maybe twice.
(gritty music continues)
(gun firing)
(John laughing)
Seriously?
(foreboding music)
(footsteps plodding)
(footsteps plodding continues)
We're running out of time.
You knew that, right?
Let's make some noise.
(bag zipping)
(device clicking)
(device thrumming)
What? (Scoffs)
Are you telling me that you
had that thing the whole time?
What?
Of course, why?
(eerie music)
(no audio)
(upbeat music)
Meet my new girlfriend.
(shots zapping)
Oh yeah.
(upbeat music continues)
(prototype rifle buzzing)
(upbeat music continues)
(John smooching)
Oh.
(upbeat music fades)
[Milan] Enough, Mr. Gordon!
It's time for us to meet up.
Can't wait.
[Milan] Corridor north, control room.
We are waiting for you.
And that goes without saying.
- Oh yeah, Uncle,
it looks like a bait to me.
Hmm, I'm thrilled like a virgin.
(rifle clicking)
- Yeah.
(blood dripping)
(foreboding music)
[John] Knock, knock.
Come in!
Welcome, Mr. Gordon.
Cut with the bullshit.
Your wish is my command.
So what do you think you'll do here?
Kill everyone and get away with the girl?
More or less.
- I pity you.
- And I kill you.
Oh, tut, tut, tut, tut, tut.
Nina, please.
(timer beeping)
(John sighing)
Of course.
(switch chiming)
What you were thinking?
Can you blame him?
Let Samson die with the Philistine,
but first, you.
This is the end, for you, I mean.
First they ignore you,
then they laugh at you,
then they fight you.
Oh, Gandhi, please.
Then you win!
(plank thwacking)
Ah!
(dramatic music)
(gun firing)
What?
(dramatic music continues)
(metal door clinking)
(timer beeping)
(alarm blaring)
(dramatic music continues)
(footsteps plodding)
[Armed Guy 7] Come here.
(dramatic music continues)
(alarm blaring continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(Carrie groaning)
(dramatic music fades)
I'll take care of them. Save the girl.
Never!
You know how it goes.
Kill the bad guy, make
the world a better place.
Same old script.
Shit.
Go! Now!
(gun firing)
(alarm blaring)
(Milan coughing)
(dramatic music continues)
(timer beeping)
(footsteps plodding)
No, no, no!
Ah!
Shit.
(timer beeping)
(bomb exploding)
(somber music)
(somber music continues)
(gunshots cracking)
(fire roaring)
(somber music continues)
(somber music continues)
(somber music continues)
(door handle clicking)
(footsteps plodding)
(Megan crying)
(Carrie breathing heavily)
(foreboding music)
I'm too old for this shit. (Coughs)
[Megan] You said that
you'll never die again!
(John laughing)
I have no intention.
Are you okay?
Oh, yes.
Oh.
We did it.
(birds chirping)
(faint patriotic music)
It was fun.
Yeah, a hell of a ride.
Yeah.
(John sighing)
Do I look old?
Uncle, you are old.
(rooster crowing)
It's the beard, isn't it?
Yeah, the beard, the beard. (Chuckles)
And so you did it.
- We did it.
- Mm, the Gordons.
- The Gordons.
- Yeah.
I sure felt it when, "The Gordons."
(Megan imitates cymbal reverberating)
(both laughing)
Yeah, I can play guitar.
Yeah. (Chuckles)
What are you going to do now?
I have no idea.
- Mm.
- I have plenty of time.
Yeah.
Yeah, you're a free man.
Mm, how does it feel?
Good, it was about time.
Mm, how will you live?
Day by day as a free man.
(phone vibrating)
(phone beeping)
Julia!
I see.
When?
Five months? I will be there.
Well, if it's a girl, Megan.
And if it's a boy, John, of course,
like me and my father before me.
Okay, take care.
Are you going to be father? Oh, really?
I think so.
(Megan chuckling)
(John thudding)
Uncle!
Oh oh oh
Whoa
Oh oh oh
Whoa
(high-spirited music)
(birds chirping)
(John exhaling heavily)
(footsteps rustling)
Are you really sure?
I gave you my word.
Mm, let's fucking do it.
Oh, I'm sorry, sir.
You can call me John.
Really?
- Hell no.
- Fair enough.
(key clinking)
Have fun.
You can bet your stars-and-stripes
ass, Mr. President.
See you next time, John.
Nah, I'm retiring.
(hands tapping)
("Abisso" by Slugchop)
Mm.
(water sloshing)
(UFO humming)
("Abisso" by Slugchop continues)
("Abisso" by Slugchop continues)
("Abisso" by Slugchop continues)
(Slugchop singing in foreign language)
(Slugchop singing in
foreign language continues)
("Abisso" by Slugchop continues)
(Slugchop singing in foreign language)
(Slugchop singing in
foreign language continues)
(Slugchop singing in
foreign language continues)
(Slugchop singing in
foreign language continues)
("Abisso" by Slugchop fades)