Take Cover (2024) Movie Script
1
(soft ominous tones)
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(text beeping softly)
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(unsettling music)
(text beeping softly)
- [Ken] Do you believe in God?
- [Sam] Fuck you.
- [Ken] No, for real.
I'm completely serious.
- [Sam] Yeah, as am I. Fuck you.
- [Ken] Come on. It's
been three fucking days.
I need some entertainment.
- [Sam] Okay, well, why
don't you do your usual
and blather on about
gorgeous babes in hot tubs
with their tits out and all that shit?
- [Ken] (groans) Oh, yeah, right.
'Cause that's the very thing I want to do
while lying next to you;
envision nude women to
the point of arousal.
- [Sam] God, I knew you
were gonna make it weird.
You always have to make it weird.
- [Ken] I didn't make it weird.
I'm just noting the weirdness
in your suggestion, that's all.
- [Sam] Okay, fine.
Let's talk about, I don't
know, baseball or something.
- [Ken] Oh, baseball's boring as fuck.
- [Sam] What?
I'm gonna have to pretend
you did not say that.
- [Ken] The only thing
more boring about baseball
is guys talking about baseball.
- [Sam] How are we even friends?
- [Ken] Ah, random bunk mates.
Luck of the draw.
- [Sam] Yeah, well, I
don't believe in luck.
- [Ken] But you do believe in God?
- Jesus Christ...
- [Ken] Why can't we talk about this, huh?
- Do you believe in God?
- I don't know.
That's why I'm asking.
I'm just wondering about it all, I guess.
- All right. Okay.
And when did this happen?
Was it when you were up to your chin
in tits and asses in some
whorehouse or something?
- Oh, yeah, baby.
That'll be Bangkok.
So what?
You just don't think about this shit?
- What? God and shit.
No.
Why are you interested
in this all of a sudden?
- [Ken] It's natural to
wonder about the job.
I know you don't.
- [Sam] No. You want to know why?
Because it's...
- [Both] Counterproductive.
- You're an...
- [Both] asshole.
- Of course I am.
So, uh what do you think
happens after we die?
- Nothing happens.
- [Ken] Nothing?
- No. You're alive, then you're dead.
That's it.
- So you believe in nothing?
- No, that's not what I said.
- I'm pretty sure that's
exactly what you just said.
- No, no, no. I didn't say that.
What I said was nothing
happens after we die.
- Ah, so, what is it?
You do or you don't believe?
Pick one.
- Remember what our instructor said
when somebody hands you a weapon
and claims it's not loaded?
- Ah, verify then trust?
- There you go.
That's my take on God.
Still waiting for verification.
- Yeah. I hear that.
But I do wonder sometimes.
Oh, hello, we've got movement.
Okay, black SUV.
I see you, motherfucker.
You sure this is our guy?
The picture looks different,
like he's lost a lotta weight.
- [Sam] Yeah, it's him. Positive.
- I think you might be right.
Showtime.
Those are fucking mercs.
This prick brought his own private army.
How's it look?
- We've got a lot of eyes on this.
But, yeah, it's doable.
(crowd clamouring)
(tense music)
- Oh, hello. (laughs)
Woo hoo!
Oh, shit. Oh, my God.
That must be his newest toy.
(crowd clamouring)
You think she's a pro?
- I'm sure she's just with him
because of his winning
personality, don't you?
- How much do you think she costs?
- More than we make.
- Well, that's not hard.
Slight northwest breeze.
three miles per.
Ah, 2.6 clicks.
- Copy that. Zoning in.
(suspenseful tones)
- [Ken] Come on, Sam.
This might be our only chance.
Our only chance.
(eerie sustaining high pitch)
(gunfire pops)
(crowd screams)
(guns clicking)
- Fuck! Shit!
Fucking killed her!
- No, you didn't.
I still see her breathing.
You still have a shot. Focus.
- Look... You see that?
He's not leaving her.
She's not just a fucking hooker.
- Focus on the job at hand.
Focus.
- [Policeman] Shots fired!
- [Ken] Breathe. Take the shot, Sam!
- Kill them!
- [Ken] Goddamn it, you have to take the-
(gunfire pops)
(crowd screams)
- [Policeman] Shots fired. Man down.
- Bingo. That's a confirmed kill.
- You see that?
She looked right at me.
- Fine, fine.
But tell me about it later, yeah?
(tense music)
- [Man] Hey! Don't move!
- [Sam And Ken] Oh, fuck.
(tense music continues)
- Go, go, go!
- Oh, shit.
We're fucked. We're fucked.
- Alright, remember Beirut?
We can do it again.
We just need to find some sheets.
- There's no sheets up here, bro.
And Beirut didn't work.
- It would have if it was silk sheets.
- Look, I broke my ankle.
This is twice as high.
Bullshit. Find another way.
- Oh, okay. Okay.
We'll take the hard way.
(tense music continues)
- Hey, on me.
(siren blares in the distance)
(elevator dings)
Hey, hey, hey. Back, back.
Against the wall.
Against the wall. Move.
Shh, shh. Quiet.
- Sam. Contact.
- [Woman] Come on.
(child fusses)
- Drop 'em.
(gunfire pops)
(man grunts)
(gunfire pops)
(man grunts)
I'm sorry. Sorry.
Go!
(siren blares)
(sirens blare)
(door bangs)
(men yelling)
- [Man] Hands up!
- [Sam] Take it easy.
Hold on ladies.
- We give up.
Any thoughts?
- Besides we're fucked?
Slow. Slow.
(head thuds)
(kicks thudding)
(Sam growls)
(Ken grunts)
(punches thudding)
(kick thudding)
(men grunting)
(punches thudding)
(kick thuds)
(bones crack)
(impacts thudding)
(tense music)
(impacts thudding)
- Hey, what took so long? Come on.
- What the hell are we doing up here, Ken?
Where are you taking us?
- Just trust me on this one, okay?
- Oh, no. No.
- Hey, hey, call this a leap of faith.
(Ken grunts)
(Sam grunts)
(tense music)
(man exclaims)
- (laughs) I told you
Beirut would have worked.
Ah.
It was a good kill, Sam.
That woman, she was breathing.
I saw it.
And even if she wasn't,
she was lip locking with
an arms dealing terrorist.
The guy was a shit-bird deluxe.
- Yeah?
Then why would she throw
herself in front of a bullet
to save the man, Ken?
Why would she do that?
- Maybe she didn't.
Maybe she slipped.
- She didn't slip, okay.
She was looking right at me.
She saw what I was
about to do, and then...
She wouldn't know what she was looking at.
She's a hooker, a high priced one but-
- Look, she threw herself
in front of a bullet
to protect him.
Now, if he was such a terrible person,
why would she do that?
- It doesn't matter. It was a good kill.
That's what we do.
- Yeah, good kill.
I heard you the first time.
So you keep saying.
- Look, if he was a
solid, upstanding citizen,
he would have never been a
target in the first place.
If she didn't want to catch a bullet,
she shouldn't have been
in fucking bed with him.
He's dirty.
That makes her dirty.
It's simple math, brother.
Simple fucking math.
(phone chimes)
(sighs) Tam.
You deal with it.
- Ah!
- [Sam] Yeah?
- [Tamara] Mm.
Hey, Sam. I heard it was rough.
- Yeah.
- [Tamara] Are you okay?
- Oh, I'm, yeah. Great.
- [Tamara] It's collateral damage, Sam.
Listen, if you need to talk to someone-
- I don't need a fucking
shrink, Tam, okay?
Jesus Christ.
- Okay, I understand.
I'm here, but trust me,
we are righteous on this.
- You think so?
- [Tamara] On my life,
I would not have put you
in a situation like that if it weren't.
- Well uh, doesn't make
it any easier, does it?
- Tell her I go down easy.
So easy.
- [Tamara] Sam, listen,
take some time off.
There's nothing on the horizon.
- Look, I'll contact you
when I resurface, okay?
Fuck.
- What?
- You're a dick!
- And?
(aeroplane roaring)
(chill music)
You wanna grab a bite to eat and a beer?
- Nah, man. I'm good.
- I was just fucking around
with all the God talk, you know?
- It's got nothing to
do with the God talk.
All right, Ken?
- Hey, hey, okay.
Alright.
Why don't you, uh, come to Amsterdam?
We'll get high, get laid.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
- You mean like high school?
- Oh, yeah. What's wrong with that?
- Nothing, if you're still in high school.
- Oh, so if I understand
what you're saying
is that I'm a asshole refusing
to grow up, is that it?
- Would have thought
that was obvious. Right?
- Why don't you go fuck
yourself in the ass?
- You see? Very adult of you.
Well done.
- [Ken] Hey, it went cockeyed.
It's not the first time.
You know that.
Chick fell in front of your shot.
Shit happens. It's bad luck.
- I don't believe in luck.
(engines cranking)
(pensive music)
(pensive music continues)
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(pensive music continues)
(twigs snapping)
(pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
(axe pounds)
(phone vibrates)
(axe pounds)
(axe pounds)
(pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
(phone vibrates)
(pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
(leaves rustling)
(unsettling music)
(dog growls)
(gun cocking)
(dog pants)
(suspenseful music)
(pensive music)
(pensive music continues)
(Sam sighs)
- Happy hunting, friend.
(phone vibrates)
Ah, Christ.
Hey, Tam.
I'm good. What's up?
Oh, you know, just ah, hanging out.
What's going on?
Uh-huh.
(aeroplane roars)
(pensive music)
(rain patters)
- Look who decided to fucking surface.
What the fuck, bro?
How many emails and texts
are you gonna ignore from me?
You know, your girlfriend was almost
losing her fucking mind 'cause you're-
- She's not my girlfriend.
- Tam wasn't even sure
you was gonna show up.
I said "If he agrees to a job,
his ass would be here."
- Oh, you see, you had faith. I like that.
- Oh, yeah?
- That's nice.
- I got two words for you: blow me.
- Oh, elegant.
- Get in the fucking car.
- Fuck you.
- Oh, fuck you.
- Oh, fuck you!
- Fuck you!
(upbeat music)
(upbeat music continues)
- Ah, Frankfurt.
How I've missed you.
- So, how was Amsterdam?
- New low in terms of sexual excess.
- I bet.
- I'm so ashamed.
And very hung over.
- Did Tam say anything else?
- What, about the job?
- No. About, about me?
- Oh, yeah. Yeah.
She said, "Don't forget
to pack your binoculars
so you can see your tiny cock."
No, nothing. Why?
- I'm out after this, brother.
I spoke to Tam this morning.
This is it.
After this, I'm done.
- Bullshit.
- No, I'm not joking.
Ken, I'm serious.
This is it.
It's time.
I'm sorry, bro but, I'm done.
- This place looks pretty nice, right?
Less depressing than usual, anyway.
A step up, in fact.
- Welcome, gentlemen. Please.
For you.
- No, thanks.
- [Concierge] No problem.
Take your bags, please.
- Yeah. We good?
Okay. Silent treatment.
Okay.
- Please. Please come.
(elevator music)
- Prick.
- Maybe.
- Asshole!
- Yeah.
- Donkey.
- Now, that's unfair.
- Only to fucking donkeys.
- Oh, only to fucking donkeys.
Well, you know what, donkeys
do have to fuck, don't they?
I mean, that's how we
get more donkeys, right?
- That's not how you get
more assholes, though.
And you're a fucking asshole.
And assholes breed like fungus.
- Ah, I think the term
you're looking for is fungi.
- Yeah. You were a fun guy, once.
Pimple dick.
- Ouch!
Nice segue though.
- Yeah, it was good.
- Yeah.
- And I'm so fucking steamed,
I can't enjoy it.
(elevator dings)
- Whoa.
Uh, you sure this is our room?
(jazzy music)
- Yes, yes. For you.
- Yeah? What the hell?
You sure? Right?
This is our room?
- Yes, yes for you, sir.
- Yeah?
Hey, Ken, check it out, bro.
Your favourite, silk sheets.
Have to make sure you
don't shit the bed again.
- I shit the bed once.
One fucking time!
- For you, sir.
- Thank you.
Yeah, it's from Tam.
She's upgraded us.
Seeing as it's our last run
together, it's a present.
- Yay for us.
- I'm good. Thanks.
Hey, would you mind closing
the curtains, please?
- But, this beautiful sunset.
Will be night soon-
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's great.
But please, just close the curtains.
Thanks.
Appreciate it.
- Yeah, we'll, figure out the rest.
Thanks.
- As you wish.
Um, I'm Mirko.
And if you need anything,
anything, just call.
- Thank you.
Hey, we haven't stayed here before, right?
- No, I'd remember it.
- [Sam] It just feels familiar.
- Deja vu.
I said deja vu in case you
missed it the first time, cock.
- All right. Come on.
Let's have it. Give it to me.
- You're leaving and I'm fucked.
- What are you talking about?
- I'm a spotter. They don't need me.
- Bullshit. You can shoot.
- Not like you.
You don't know how rare
your ability is, do you?
I've only lasted this long in the company
'cause I partner well with you.
You!
Why do you think Tam flirts
with you all the time?
You're the best fucking shooter we got.
And everybody knows that.
- Ken, you're selling yourself short.
- I'm just being honest.
I can think on my feet,
get out of tight spots,
I'm a smooth operator.
I'm a way better fuck.
- There he is.
- But I ain't you! Nobody is.
It was a good kill, Sam.
It was legal, sanctioned and just.
Why can't you just fucking get that?
- Because hat woman
sacrificed herself, Ken.
Okay? She sacrificed herself.
- Who gives a fuck?
- Would you do that for someone?
- For that motherfucker?
- No, I mean for anyone.
- Of course I would.
- Who?
- You! You fucking ass-clown.
- Exactly my point.
And that is why I gotta
leave, bro, because,
I'm a risk to you now.
- What are you-
- You understand that, I'm a risk to you.
The day that I shot that woman,
something changed in me, okay?
Everything changed.
I'm a different person now.
You know, I just feel like I've
been staring through a scope
my whole fucking life.
And now I want to see what
it's like without it, you know?
So I'm sorry, bro.
Really, I am.
And I get why you feel
like that, but I'm done.
Okay? That's it, I'm out.
I'm sorry.
(Sam sighs)
- Ah, fuck!
How did Tamara take it?
- Yeah, well, she wasn't happy.
But, you know, she
wasn't surprised either.
- Wow.
I thought she'd throw an
epic shit fit, to be honest.
- Yeah, well, to be honest,
she said the same thing about you.
- Yeah, well, I do love a hissy fit.
- Yeah, you do.
Yeah, you do.
Look, I'm sorry, Ken, really, I am.
But, (sighs) just feels like it's time.
- So uh, this is it, then?
- This is it.
One last dance to square us.
- Hell. Nothing lasts forever, right?
(swanky music)
We got a penthouse, champagne.
We got a city that loves the night.
We got, what, 2 days
before we have to be out
in the boonies? (laughs)
- Yeah.
- We might as well enjoy ourselves, right?
- You know what? You, are a good friend.
- Uh, yeah.
It's about time you noticed.
- (laughs) Humble, too.
- Hmm. I also have a humongous-
- Ego?
- Oh is, is that what we're gonna do now?
We're gonna finish each other's sentence?
- Well, I'm gonna have to, right,
because otherwise you're not
gonna stop talking about-
(doorbell rings)
- You need one of those cards
to get the elevator to this floor, right?
- [Sam] Yeah.
- [Ken] Oh, shit!
God. Uh-
- [Ladies] Hi.
- Hello.
- We're here for your massages.
A gift from management and your boss.
- They know the word of the day?
- Uh yeah. Do you, do you
know the word of the day?
- Haber, haberdashery?
Haberdashery.
- That is the word of the day.
- It is.
- [Masseuse In Red] You're good, then?
- Uh yeah. Yeah, we're good.
- [Masseuse] We're all good, too.
- Come on up.
- Wait. I do-
- Two hot chicks.
Don't fuck this up for me. Shh.
(swanky music)
- Bro. Bro.
- Whoo! Now I believe in God.
(elevator dings)
(laughs) Oh yeah.
Ah, first class all the way right, ace?
You're gonna miss this, man.
Tell me you're not gonna miss this.
- I'm not gonna miss this.
- [Ken] You're a lying sack of shit.
- Hey. Uh sorry.
Uh, what's your name?
- Her name is Mona. I am Lily.
- Mona, you mind closing
the drapes, please?
- What's the difference? It's night.
- Yeah, it gives me an
edge having it open, okay?
Just please close the drapes.
- Whatever relaxes you.
- Thank you.
(Sam sighs)
- Ready?
- You know what? I'm
not sure I'm up for it.
I'm not really into it.
- (laughs) Wha, what'd
I tell you about him?
What did I say?
His tight ass can't even
enjoy a rub and tug.
- Who said anything about
rubbing and tugging?
- You don't want to lay down?
Come, sit.
Over here. Come.
- Okay.
Okay.
Wha, what is this?
What are we doing here?
- Adjusting your chakra.
- Oh, adjusting my chakra.
- Oh, she's got hidden talents.
What else can the lovely Mona do, huh?
- I can tell you your future.
- Oh, you can?
You hear that, sport?
She's a fortune teller!
- Yeah, sure she is.
- (laughs) You're wasting
your time with him, doll.
He's a spiritual black hole.
- Well, my mother used to
say everyone has a spirit,
whether they believe in it or not.
She was a real gypsy.
Used to read palms.
I learned from her.
- Oh, not any fortune teller.
A gypsy fortune teller.
- Next thing I know, you'll be telling me
you got a crystal ball.
- Of course.
- What? Really?
- Get the fuck outta here.
For real?
- It was a gift from my mother.
I carry it with me all the time.
- Yeah?
- For luck.
- I will tip you a solid $100
if you show me your crystal ball.
- Okay.
- She's literally going
to get the ball right now.
- Apparently. Yeah. (laughs)
(Ken laughs)
- [Sam] Oh, shit.
- That's some Harry Potter wizard shit!
Hold on, wait, wait, wait. Come on.
I want to see you use it.
I've never had anyone see my future
in a crystal ball before.
- Well, I must confess,
the ball is just a prop for tourists.
- Ah, you see. Finally, some honesty.
- But the palms are for real.
I swear on my life, the palms never lie.
- All right. Say no more.
What's it say?
- This is gonna be good.
- You don't like to stay in one place
and you don't wish to grow old.
You want to be a bad boy your whole life.
- Oh, yeah.
- And ladies, they love you for it.
- Yes, I see much physical
exertion in his future.
- Hey, did you hear that?
She's got your number, pal.
- I like her. She's fun.
What about my boy over there?
What does his say?
- Okay.
Let's see.
Just you wait.
- Oh, I'm excited, lover boy.
(unsettling music)
- [Sam] What? What is it?
What?
- Ladies, they love you, too.
- Okay. And what else?
- I thought you didn't believe.
- I don't believe.
I'm just, I don't know, curious.
What else?
What'd you see? Tell me.
- No, you have a strong faith but...
- [Sam] But what?
- But you follow a false idol.
- Eh eh!
Sorry, doll, you whiffed that one.
What you have there
is a non-believer of the highest order.
He doesn't even believe in luck.
- He believes, just not for long.
(ladies speaking in foreign language)
Another drink?
- Yeah, sure. Why not?
(elevator dings)
- [Ken] Look at this.
Tam is sparing no expense, huh?
- Courtesy of management, sir.
- I bet it is.
(Mirko speaking in foreign language)
(Mona speaking in foreign language)
(Mirko speaking in foreign language)
- What's wrong with you?
(unsettling music)
- Hey, hey, we don't
want those doors open.
- It's important. For the meal, sir.
The view is part of the menu.
- I don't care about the view.
- Relax!
- Close the curtains and the door.
Just close 'em.
- Hey, come on, you grump.
I love this.
- Why this yelling?
- Look, you can see for miles here.
(gunfire pops)
(bullet whizzes)
- Down!
Take cover!
Move, move, move!
(ladies screaming)
(Sam grunts)
(gunfire thuds)
Ken, you good?
- Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.
You see him?
- Yeah, he's in that tower southwest.
(glass shatters)
- Fuck!
This asshole can't shoot for shit.
- Skyscraper glass, reinforced.
- [Ken] Fuck!
- The shots are off.
We need to shut those drapes.
Where's that remote?
Got it? Give it to me.
Give it to me!
(glass shatters)
- [Ken] Fuck!
(woman grunts)
(bullet thuds)
(tense dramatic music)
(both grunting)
(bullet thuds)
- Sam! Keep your head down.
- I know! I got this.
(kicks thudding)
(both grunting)
(bullet thuds)
(glass shatters)
- Watch the fucking sniper
that's trying to fucking kill you!
(blood splatters)
(glass shatters)
(dramatic music)
(Mirko speaking in foreign language)
(ladies scream)
(kick thuds)
- Shit. Fuck him up, Sam.
(bullet thuds)
- [Sam] Come on then, bitch.
- [Mirko] Fuck you, pussy.
(punches thudding)
(kick thuds)
(bullet thuds)
(Mirko growls)
(Sam and Mirko growl)
(bullet thuds)
(glass shatters)
(punches thudding)
(bullet thuds)
(Mirko growls)
- Sam, come on, stop fooling with him!
- I'm not toying with him.
He's fucking good.
(Mirko grunts)
(punches thudding)
(kick thuds)
(Mirko growls)
Who do you work for?
- [Mirko] Fuck you! Pussy.
(bullet thuds)
(ladies scream)
(Mirko growls)
(kicks thudding)
(glass shatters)
(remote beeping)
(bullet thuds)
- Shit! The goddamn curtains are open!
- Focus, Sam. Focus!
Two assholes down.
Two across the way to go. Focus!
- Okay.
- What is happening? Why?
- Quiet! Quiet.
Sam, your phone?
- Uh, it's in my jacket in the bedroom.
What about yours?
- Out of reach.
What about your case?
- Case is on the bar. We can't get to it.
Where's your sidearm?
- It's in, it's in the
safe in the bedroom.
- You put it in the safe?
Why did you put it in the goddamn safe?
- I don't know. I just wanted
to put it in a safe place.
- [Sam] Shit!
- Fuck! I'm losing my cover here.
- All right, Ken.
You got a spot to move to?
- Got it. Hold.
(Mona yelps)
Okay. Got it.
- All right, get ready. On three.
One, two, three!
(bullet thuds)
- Ah, fuck! Shit!
(Mona screams)
Fuck!
That bullet went past my ass cheek.
That shit was hot.
- Are you good?
- Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.
(Lily speaking in foreign language)
- Lily. Lily, listen to me.
Lily, it's gonna be okay.
Just stay calm, okay?
Keep your head down.
Just keep your head down.
Does she understand what I'm saying?
Tell her to keep her head down.
(Mona speaking in foreign language)
(Lily pants)
- [Sam] You got any thoughts?
- Uh, besides, we're fucked?
- Yeah, besides, we're fucked.
- Let me have a think. None.
- Come on, Ken, this
is what you do, right?
This is your shit.
What should we do? Think about it.
- Yeah. Yeah, okay.
Yeah, I got this.
Ah, let me think.
Uh, uh, the lights!
Lights.
We can take a couple of lights out. Okay?
- [Sam] Yeah. Good call, bro.
(glass shatters)
- That'll do for now.
- But there are still lights.
- No, no, no, we don't
want it completely dark.
- Why? Then they can-
- They have night vision scopes on,
half light is better than no light, okay?
You two girls, who has a phone here?
- [Mona] I do.
- Where?
- In, in my bag.
- Where's your bag?
- [Mona] Over by the table.
- Ah, fuck! It might as well be in China.
Hey, what about her?
Is it Lily?
Lily, talk! Talk to me.
Talk to me.
(Mona speaking in foreign language)
(Lily speaking in foreign language)
- She's so scared, she's
forgetting English.
In her bag, too,
but she doesn't know where it is.
- Well, let's take a look for it.
Mona, stay down! Stay down!
Don't move.
Sam, you see her?
- Yeah, I can see her.
- Mona, watch Sam for cues.
Do not move until he says different.
Okay? You're safe there.
- Ken, what are you doing, bro?
- A fucked up version of
Tetris with live ammunition.
- All right, just make
sure you don't get shot.
- Oh, okay. Thanks, Dad.
Bingo, baby. I see it.
- [Sam] See what?
- [Ken] The purse.
- [Sam] Can you get to it?
- Hang tight, folks.
This is gonna sting.
- All right. Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Wait. Wait.
Mona, Ken's gonna dive behind the pillar.
When he does that, you need to come to me.
Can you do that?
Yeah?
Ready? Ready, Ken?
Right. Three, two, one.
Go!
Come on! Move, move, move!
- Oh, fuck!
(Ken laughs)
Yeah! Keep trying, sucker.
I've been dodging bullets
since I was an itch in my dad's pants.
- [Sam] (laughs) Goddamn it, you lunatic!
- Yeah. Yeah, you're welcome, man.
You know, Sam, I've been thinking.
- About what?
- I watched a game of baseball last night.
It's not as boring as I thought.
Come on, come on, come on.
- I tried to tell you, bro.
(bullet thuds)
(Lily screams)
- [Sam] No! Down!
(Mona speaking in foreign language)
(bullet thuds)
- [Sam] Stay down.
Stay down! Tell her to stay down!
(Mona speaking in foreign language)
- [Sam] Lily! Lily.
(Mona speaking in foreign language)
Stay calm, okay?
Okay, just stay down.
Alright? I got you.
Okay. I'm not gonna let you go.
I got you. Just stay calm.
Ken, she's fucking losing it, bro.
- Ah, just hang tight.
I nearly got it.
Oh, yeah, baby!
I got it. I got it!
Come on. All right.
I need her uh, I need her
security code for the phone.
What is it?
(Mona speaking in foreign language)
(Lily speaking in foreign language)
- I need the security code.
I need the security
code in English, please.
- 5150.
- All right, come on.
(phone line rings)
- [Woman On Phone] Ocean Valley Insurance.
How may I direct your call?
- Claims case 6661.
- [Woman On Phone] Please
hold while we verify.
(elevator music)
- [Tamara] Ken, why are
you calling on this number?
Better not be a code-
- Code blue? Yeah, we're under fire.
- [Tamara] Okay, just keep
talking. Where are you?
- [Ken] The hotel, penthouse.
There's nothing but windows
and very little cover.
Sam and I are pinned
down, but we're alive.
- [Tamara] Mm-hmm.
- [Ken] Sam, anything to add to that?
- Yeah, hurry up and get
us the fuck outta here.
- [Tamara] Any idea
who we're dealing with?
- I don't know, but the
shooter's in a tower
to my southwest.
Looks like uh, an apartment building,
an office space, something like that.
Either way, we're trapped,
and we need to get the fuck out of here.
- [Tamara] Penthouse?
- That's where you put us.
- [Tamara] I did not.
Whose phone are you using?
- The massage girls you sent up as a gift,
which I'm presuming is absolute-
- [Tamara] Bullshit.
- Yeah.
- They had the word of the day, Tam.
- [Tamara] Are they still there? Alive?
- Yeah. There's a, there's a dead merc
and, the concierge was in on it, too.
The guy was a secret fucking ninja.
But the girls are civilian.
- [Tamara] Are you sure?
- Yeah. They're scared to
death and not faking it.
I can tell.
- [Tamara] Then how did they
get the word of the day?
- We have a mole, Tam.
Someone set us up.
How many people knew we'd be here?
- [Tamara] It's a very short list.
- Look, this penthouse is
running out of cover fast.
We need help.
Any more assets in town?
- [Tamara] I have some favours to call in.
Keep the line open and sit tight.
- Like we have a fucking choice.
You heard the lady, kids.
Turtle up.
Ah, fuck.
- [Mona] Are they-
- We're okay, we're okay.
- Are they sending someone to help?
- Yeah. They're sending someone to help.
We're gonna be okay.
You just got to keep your heads down.
You understand?
Tell her. Keep your head down.
(Mona speaking in foreign language)
- That building over there.
No, no, no, don't look. Don't look.
If you can see them, that
means they can see you.
That's bad.
Keep your head down. Alright?
They're not gonna waste their ammo.
They're gonna choose their shots.
They're looking for a kill shot. Okay?
Keep your head down.
- Why are they trying to kill you?
- I don't know.
- You did something, didn't you?
- We've done many things.
That's not why this is happening.
- I don't want to die.
- I can't die here.
- [Sam] You're not gonna die here.
- I have a daughter.
- Yeah, you're gonna see her again.
Trust me.
- Oh God, please help us.
- [Ken] Hey, hey. It's all right, hon.
Cavalry's coming.
Just sit tight.
- [Mona] Who?
- The cavalry.
You know? The good guys.
- Oh, good guys like you.
- Yeah. Like me.
- If you're such a good guy,
then why is someone trying to kill you?
- I told you, I don't know yet.
- What did you do?
Hurt someone and now
they want to hurt you.
Yes?
- Probably, yeah.
- Yet, you are the good guy.
- We try to be, okay?
- Well, try harder.
- He's speaking for himself.
I like being a bad dude.
(Lily mutters)
- [Sam] What?
(Lily speaking in foreign language)
- What are you saying?
What, what, what's she saying?
- God is love and love is real.
- It's gonna be okay.
(sad music)
You're gonna be okay.
Look, I'm gonna get you
both out of this, okay?
How old's your daughter?
- Eight.
- Yeah?
What's her name?
- Her name is none of your
fucking business, okay?
That's her name.
- Okay, okay, fine. Okay.
- You are no soldier.
I know what you are.
I've seen many of your kind around here.
You call yourself a soldier,
but really, you are just a killer.
I've read it on your palms.
You kill for money.
- [Ken] And what do you do for money, huh?
- [Mona] You know what I do.
- Yeah. You sell your ass.
Don't lecture us.
- I do what I must to
take care of my child.
Why do you do what you do?
- We protect people.
- [Mona] Oh, doing a bang up job so far.
- Is that your mirror?
- Yeah.
- [Sam] Yeah?
Give it to me. Quickly.
Okay.
(traffic humming in the distance)
Who was it that hired you for us tonight?
- We got a call from Mirko the concierge.
He said we were a gift.
- Sam! Look out!
(Lily screams)
(tense music)
(men growling)
Sam! Shit!
Sam, hang on.
(gunfire pops)
(glass shatters)
(Ken yells)
(punches thudding)
(punches continue thudding)
- I can't get to you.
(punches thudding)
(Mirko growls)
(glass shatters)
(Ken pants)
Ken, you good?
- Yeah, yeah. I'm good.
You uh, you see the phone?
- The phone?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I got it. Hang on.
(Sam grunts)
Yeah. Got it.
- Good.
- Hey, Ken.
- Yeah.
- Thanks, bro. You saved my life.
- Don't worry about it.
(gunfire pops)
(bullet thuds)
- Ken?
Ken?
Fuck!
Oh, Shit.
Ken!
Ken!
Fuck! Fuck!
Shit!
Goddamn it!
Fuck.
Ken!
- I, I think he's, he's still breathing.
- He's breathing?
- Yes.
- [Sam] You sure?
- Bleeding, but, but still breathing.
- Oh thank God. Thank God.
Fuck! Come on, Tam.
Please, please Tam!
(Lily speaking in foreign language)
- What's she saying?
- What did she say?
- She's scared. What do you think?
She's afraid we're gonna die up here.
- All right. You tell her.
This is how it's gonna be. Okay?
I'm gonna get us out of this. I just...
- She doesn't believe you.
A killer's word means nothing to anyone.
- I told you, I'm a soldier, okay?
We protect people.
We only kill bad guys,
only if we don't have another choice.
- According to who? Your government.
You really think that makes a difference?
When my baby girl was only one,
her father was gunned down in the street.
Why? Because he thought my
husband was someone else.
This killer also worked
for the government.
But they got it wrong.
And it cost my husband his life
and my daughter her father.
That killer thought he had good
reason for what he did too.
(phone rings)
- Please give me some good news.
- [Tamara] Sam, what's wrong? Where's Ken?
- He's down. He's hit.
He's unconscious.
I can't get to him, but he's bleeding.
We need a medic up here, Tam.
Now! Quickly!
- [Tamara] Ken's a tough nut to crack.
He'll make it.
Do you have a visual?
- Hang on. I'm using a mirror.
Okay, go.
- [Tamara] I have a team almost there.
Watch for the flashes.
- Watching.
- [Tamara] Five, four, three...
Are we clear? Is that confirmed?
I need rock solid fucking confirmation
before he can move.
- [Man] Clear.
- [Tamara] Room is
clear. You're good, Sam.
- It's safe?
- We're good.
- [Tamara] I'll send the team over to you.
Chances are they may have
assets in your hotel,
so just stay calm, stay on the line,
and you can stop hiding
behind that pillar.
- Did you find the mole?
- [Tamara] No...
No, Sam. Not yet.
I've been very busy.
- Is it safe?
She said it's safe?
- Yeah. It's safe.
- [Mona] You sure?
- Yeah.
- Why do you believe them?
- Look, I just saw the
flashes myself, okay?
It's safe. We're clear.
- You first then.
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
- [Sam] You see, I told you.
- So go. Do it.
Get out from behind that
pillar, if you're so sure.
- [Sam] Hey, Tam, you got eyes on us?
- [Tamara] Not yet. I'm working on it.
- Then how did you know I was
behind the pillar?
(gunfire pops)
(glass shatters)
(Sam groans)
Fuck!
(unsettling music)
Nice try, Tam.
You even got me to check the flashes
so I'd be convinced you cleared the room.
That's smart. (laughs) Very smart.
- [Tamara] Sam?
- How the hell did I not realise
what a fucking liar you were before now?
- [Tamara] (laughs) I
mean, people tend to see
what they want to be
true rather than what is.
- What the fuck are you doing, Tam?
What are you up to?
- [Tamara] We're firing you.
You insisted on it.
- [Sam] Goddamn it!
How could you do this to
me after all these years.
Fuck!
- I like you, Sam, but I don't see things
in terms of right and wrong.
That's not what I'm paid to do.
My job is to solve problems.
And the problem is, we
have a man like you...
who has a very specific skill set,
who doesn't want to work for
us anymore, which is fine.
But what we can't have
is you working for one of our competitors.
So you know the solution.
The solution is, you know,
we take you off the board.
- I was loyal to you.
- [Tamara] Yes, you were,
but our profile on you
suggests you have too much empathy
and you're losing your edge, Sam.
So it's only a matter of time
before you're triggered
in the wrong direction
and you become a serious
risk if you turn on us.
So just come on out,
wave hello and we can all fucking move on.
- Why not just me? Why Ken?
- [Tamara] Ken talked too
much. It's not personal.
It's how risk management works
in the private sector, Sam.
It's far from the first
time, even for you.
You know that.
- What the fuck are you talking about?
- [Tamara] How do you
think you two got started?
Dubai ring any bells?
- You're saying we killed our own?
- [Tamara] Technically, you
removed a couple of liabilities.
Now your replacements are
here to do the same thing.
Sadly, I find them lacking.
You only needed two shots.
No bellhop or call girls.
You were so good you
didn't even break a window.
We're sorry to see you go.
A great shooter like you as well.
Priceless.
- Were any of my kills good?
- [Tamara] All our kills
are good kills, Sam.
- Fuck!
(Mona exclaims)
Shit!
- What now? What's happening?
- We're being set up.
Fucking bitch!
(dial tone beeps)
- [Tamara] You can't call for help.
Can't call the police,
fire or anywhere else.
I have control over all your comms.
Any calls go out to me.
Your line, Ken's, those whores'.
- Oh, okay. I see.
You got it all figured out, don't you?
- [Tamara] We own the entire building.
You have no cover, no exit plan.
You're done.
Why not make it quick?
- I do that, you'll let the women live?
- [Tamara] Of course.
- You give me your word.
I die, they're free to go. Alive?
- [Tamara] Absolutely.
- You're lying.
- [Tamara] Of course I'm not.
- She lies.
- You know what, Tam?
I think you've been
doing this job too long.
You've forgotten what
sincerity actually sounds like.
You're fucking lying.
You're gonna kill them, too.
(Mona speaking in foreign language)
- [Tamara] Oh, dear.
I sense disapproval from the cheap whore
I sent up to relax you.
- I am not cheap!
- Tam, you want me so bad,
why don't you come up here
and do it your fucking self?
- [Tamara] Sorry, Sam. I think not.
(gunfire pops and thuds)
(Lily screams)
- Lily! Stay down!
- [Lily] Lord Jesus, please-
(gunfire pops)
(glass shatters)
(Mona speaking in foreign language)
- Lily, don't move!
(gunfire pops)
(Mona screaming)
Mona, stay down. Get down!
- [Mona] (exclaims) She's hurt...
- No! Get down!
- [Mona] We have to help her!
- No! She's bait now!
That's what they want.
They're trying to draw you out.
That's why they shot to wound.
- [Mona] We can't...
- Stay there!
(gunfire thuds)
(Lily grunts)
- [Mona] Lily!
- Look at me, Mona.
- Please!
- Mona! Mona, look at me.
Alright, I'm gonna do something, okay?
When I go, he's gonna be shooting at me.
You get to Lily.
You pull her into safety fast.
Okay?
When I say. When I say.
You ready?
Go!
(bullet thuds)
(bullet thuds)
- Lily!
Lily! Lily!
Oh! Lily.
(remote beeps)
(bullet thuds)
(curtains creaking)
(remote beeps)
(bullet thuds)
Lily, Lily.
- Fuck!
- Okay Lily, look at me.
You're gonna be okay. Okay?
We're gonna get out of here, okay?
(Mona speaking in foreign language)
Lily, Lily, Lily! (sobs)
(Mona speaking in foreign language)
(phone rings)
- [Tamara] Sam, this is
Ken's skill set, not yours.
Stop embarrassing yourself.
- You're the one who replaced me
with a fucking moron who can't hit shit.
- [Tamara] Bet your lady
friend's spine feels differently.
She's dying, Sam. You know that.
Just stop it. It's over.
She was dead the moment
she set foot in there.
You risked your life for nothing.
You're all dead, you know it.
Why keep torturing yourself?
You've been on the other side of this.
You know how it ends.
Too much open area. No cover.
- No cover.
(Mona speaking in foreign language)
- [Tamara] Ah, you're not
making it to your rifle,
not without sticking
some part of your body up
that we can shoot.
You can't get to the bar.
You can't get to the elevator.
You can't get out.
Full stop.
End of story, Sam.
So go on, turtle up.
We've got all night.
(ominous tones mixed with sad tones)
(continuing ominous tones
mixed with sad tones)
(continuing ominous tones
mixed with sad tones)
(gunfire thuds)
(Sam grunts)
- Hey, Mona, mind if I use this?
- That's why I have it, for luck.
- Yeah, for luck.
(glass shatters)
(static crackling)
(equipment clattering to the floor)
(eerie music)
(Tamara sighs)
- I was trying to keep this clean
out of respect for you, Sam.
But now it's gonna have to get real
fucking messy.
- Hey, Tam, when I get outta this,
and I am gonna get out of this,
I'm coming to get you.
- [Tamara] That'd be a neat trick,
but I don't even think you believe that.
(phone beeps to end call)
- [Sam] I'm sorry, Mona.
- She was 20 fucking two, a child.
(Sam sighs)
What do we do now?
- We wait.
If we can wait long enough
for the sun to come up,
it's gonna be right in the shooter's eyes.
It's very hard to shoot into the sun.
It gives us a small window if we're fast.
- Sunrise, that's the best you got?
- Right now it is, yeah.
- Assuming Tamara hasn't
sent up any more assets,
and that's a pretty
fucking big assumption,
we sit tight and we wait.
- So usually that's you on the other end?
The shooter, that's you?
- Yeah.
- So you know what he's thinking.
- Yeah.
- [Mona] And he knows
what you're thinking.
- Yeah.
- Isn't he worried about the sunrise?
- Not at all.
- [Mona] Why not?
- 'Cause he figures we're
gonna run before then.
Figures we won't be able to wait it out.
And even if we do wait
'til the sun comes up,
by then we're gonna be cold and sore,
cramped up and...
- Easy to kill.
- Easier. Yeah.
- [Mona] What is he thinking right now?
- Well, right now he's gonna be pissed.
See, this was supposed
to be a 10 second job.
One, two, three bang. Done.
Nobody was supposed to know what hit 'em.
But I went and fucked all
that up for them, didn't I?
And the longer we wait,
the angrier he's gonna get.
But he's not hot. He's not raging.
He's calm, he's cool, collected.
You see, it's a battle of wills,
and he's determined to win.
He's thinking about nothing except for me
and the shot.
The target and the bullet.
It's clean. It's pure.
It's relaxing too.
I know that sounds fucked up, but it is.
'Cause there is nothing
clouding your mind.
Only the job.
No bills. No worries.
Just the shot. And then...
- What?
- He's dead.
You're not.
That's it.
- How could you do such things?
You just take life.
How?
(tense music)
- I need to get that rifle.
(elevator thuds and whirs)
They're coming! Take cover!
(gunfire pops)
(dramatic music)
(electricity crackles)
(foot bangs)
(Sam grunts)
(gun case clicks)
(elevator dings)
(footsteps approaching softly)
(footsteps continue approaching softly)
(aquarium rumbles and bubbles)
(gun clicks)
(metallic whirring)
(footsteps approaching softly)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
Eye for an eye.
(gunfire pops)
(bullet thuds)
(gunfire popping)
(gunfire continues popping)
(suspenseful music)
(glass crunching)
(glass shatters)
(man yells)
(gunfire popping)
(sprinklers hissing)
(man yells)
(bullet thuds)
(man grunts)
(tense dramatic music)
(gunfire pops)
(gunfire popping)
(glass shatters)
(kick thuds)
- Get him! Get him!
- Hey!
- Get him!
- Hey!
- Gun down!
- Let go of her!
- [Attacker] Drop the weapon! Drop it!
- Don't listen.
- Drop it.
- Okay. Okay.
Alright.
- Drop the weapon!
- [Sam] I'm putting it down.
Just stay calm. Don't hurt her.
- [Attacker] Rifle too. One hand.
- Alright, let's take it easy, okay?
Putting the rifle down, real slow.
- Don't listen.
- Okay?
Don't do anything stupid.
(impact thuds)
(Mona yells)
(bullet thuds)
(glass shatters)
(kick thuds)
(punch thuds)
(blade zings)
- Think you can just light
a motherfucker on fire?
I'll skin you alive!
(punches thudding)
(men grunting)
(blade thuds)
(man grunts)
(body thuds)
(bullet thuds)
- Come on, come on.
You okay?
- [Mona] Yes.
- You okay?
- [Mona] Yes.
(aquarium gurgling)
- Thank you for saving my life.
- I told you. That's why I do this.
To protect people.
- When did you become a soldier?
- You know when those two
planes went into the towers,
the World Trade Centre came down.
It scared the shit outta me.
That's why I enlisted.
I was just a kid, 18.
Didn't know shit.
(thoughtful music)
(Sam scoffs)
Just knew I wanted to do something
that meant something, you know?
So, I signed up.
Did four tours.
Afghanistan, Iraq.
Found out I was pretty good at it,
so they signed me up for
this private military thing.
Pay was better, but
uh, we had to do things
we weren't supposed to talk about.
Not publicly anyway.
That's how I met Ken.
Felt righteous at first, you know?
Felt like we were busting
through all the red tape
and doing the things that we were told
the politicians didn't have the will
or even the guts to do, you know,
to stand up to terror,
to make a difference.
It was a lot easier
to see things in black
and white back then.
Like heroes and villains.
Good versus evil.
Black hats. White hats.
That's probably how that sniper sees it
over there right now.
He's probably thinking he's doing
the right thing for the right reasons.
That's how I used to see it anyway.
- And now?
- I'm not 18 anymore.
And it's a lot harder when it's
your ass in the crosshairs.
- Lily's dead, and I may as well be.
And my daughter,
who will provide for her once I'm gone?
- I have money.
I'll get you outta here.
I'll get you both outta the country.
- We're dead.
You said so yourself.
You know what he's thinking.
And he knows your every move.
We're trapped here.
There's no way out.
- No. No.
There's a difference.
- What?
- I'm better at this than he is.
If I can just get to my
rifle, it's over for him.
And Tamara knows that.
I just need to get that rifle.
- Give me your hand.
- Why?
- You're a killer and a survivor too.
A very good one.
The palms never lie.
People lie, palms don't.
(surreal music)
This is my daughter, Milena.
The address is on the back.
You show her this if I die-
- No, no, no, no!
You're not gonna die.
- You find her.
- No!
- And help her.
Money, school, everything.
- [Sam] I'm gonna get
you out of this, okay?
- You take her away from here.
Please.
- I'm gonna, I'm gonna get you outta here.
You don't need to talk like this.
You just need to trust me.
- I'm not a trained soldier
You are.
And my daughter,
my daughter cannot survive on her own.
Understand?
I help you get your gun.
You promise to help Milena.
Promise.
Not with words, but with
your heart before God
and make it real.
(Sam sighs)
- I promise before God
that I will protect her
with everything that I have.
But you're gonna see her again.
Okay?
We're gonna get out of this.
(elevator whirs and rumbles)
Go, go! Move, move!
(elevator dings)
(Sam grunts)
(gunfire popping)
(men grunting)
(impacts thudding)
(attacker growls)
(tense music)
- I fucking hate snipers. (growls)
(gunfire popping)
(impacts thudding)
(gunfire pops)
(impacts thudding)
(men grunting and growling)
If you were a real man,
you'd look 'em in the
eye when you kill 'em.
(Sam grunts)
(punches thudding)
(attacker growls)
(impacts thudding)
(bullet thuds)
(attacker growls)
(whistling)
(explosion booms)
(gunfire thuds)
(Mona whimpers)
- I kill for my Milena.
(glass shatters)
(bullet thuds)
- No! No!
(eerie whistling)
(gunfire pops)
(bullet thuds)
(sniper grunts)
(bullet thuds)
Mona. Mona.
Why did you do that? Why did you do that?
I told you to run. I told you to run.
- My little Milena.
- What?
- You watch over her now.
Give her a better life
than ours.
Teach her to survive.
- I can't.
- Have faith.
The palms never lie.
(Mona gags and sighs)
(sad tones)
(Sam sighs)
(Ken coughs)
- Ken?
(Ken groans)
Jesus Christ, Ken, I
thought you were dead.
(Ken yells)
- No. No!
Stop!
- No!
- Stop!
- No!
- Don't move me, man.
Don't move me, man.
- Come on, bro.
We gotta go now.
- No, I can't move my fucking legs!
Fucker got me through the spine, man.
Just don't move, fucking move me, man.
- Okay. Okay.
- I can't move.
- Alright, alright, alright.
Okay, okay, okay.
Okay, I got ya.
Fuck!
Shit.
Look at you, bro. Yeah?
Shatter your spine, they can't get you.
You're a fucking stud, man.
Fucking rock star! Yeah?
- It's about time you noticed, man.
- Yeah?
(Ken exclaims)
Okay...
- Sorry about Mona.
She was a good woman.
- Yeah, she saved my life.
- Yeah, I know.
Now you have your answer, don't you?
- Answer to what?
- Why someone would give their life
for some undeserving piece of shit, huh?
(Ken chuckles)
- To save someone they love, right?
- Yeah.
You know what?
I always knew you'd fall
for the first hooker you
spend the night with.
(both chuckling)
- Fuck you. You're lucky
you're a cripple, right.
Otherwise, I'd beat your
fucking ass for that.
Fuck!
- Fuck!
- Take that.
- No, no, man.
- We're moving.
- Fucking go without me.
- No. No.
- Just go.
- I'm not leaving you here.
Do you understand me?
I'm not fucking leaving you here!
- The elevator, the lobby, the stairs,
all of it will be crawling
with armed assholes.
Just fucking go, man!
- That's why we're gonna
fortify our position.
- No, no!
- Just shut up-
(Kens screams overpower Sam's voice)
- We both know I'm dead already.
And if I can't get a hard
on, I might as well be.
(Ken growls)
Fuck!
(Ken pants)
- The good news is, you were
right about these sheets.
Real silk.
- What? Beirut again?
You fucking kidding me?
- Would you just have a little faith?
- Faith? No, it's not gonna work.
No!
(Sam sighs)
It's Tamara.
She's behind this.
- I know, I know.
- You know?
- That's why I was so
heated at you retiring.
I had a hunch that bitch
was gonna pull something.
Answer it. Answer it.
Hey Tam, you still hiring?
Looks like you could use a new team.
- [Tamara] Ken, you're still alive.
You're worse than a cockroach
and just as hard to kill.
But not impossible.
- You're such a cunt.
- [Tamara] (laughs) Well,
congratulations, gentlemen.
You've just levelled up.
- What the fuck are you talking about?
- Shit.
- [Tamara] Yes, shit.
Deep fucking shit.
I have clearance from up top.
You two are now high priority targets.
- You got to get out of here right now.
Go!
(electronic buzzing)
- That better not be what I think it is.
- [Tamara] Oh, yes it is.
- Go! Run!
Now!
- I'll draw his fire.
(gunfire popping)
(drone whirring)
(gunfire popping)
(drone beeping)
(Sam grunts)
Fuck.
(drone whirs)
(drone beeping)
(Sam yells)
(explosion booms)
(dramatic music)
(drone beeping)
(gunfire pops)
(drone whirs)
(drone beeping)
(gunfire pops)
(drone beeping)
(drone beeps)
(gunfire pops)
(explosion booms)
(drone static crackles)
(yells) Fuck you!
- Let's go. Move!
- All right, drone's down.
Took care of it.
Ken? Ken?
(sad music)
(Sam scoffs)
(Sam sighs)
(tense music)
(siren wailing in the distance)
(ominous tones)
Ah, shit.
Okay, Ken. Okay.
I'm in your hands now, brother.
Okay, let's go.
Oh, shit!
(Sam yells)
(sheet inflates)
Yeah! (exclaims)
Whoo, yeah!
It worked, baby. It worked!
Beirut, baby. Yeah.
Whoo!
You're a fucking legend.
(sheet ripping)
(Sam yells)
(sighs) Holy shit!
(Sam pants)
Okay, verification
received loud and clear.
Thank you, God.
(train horn blares)
(train PA chimes)
(man talking on PA in foreign language)
(phone rings)
- Samuel Carter Lorde,
as I live and breathe.
How the hell are you?
- Oh. I'm fine.
No thanks to you, Tamara Lucille Wright.
Where are ya?
- Wouldn't you like to know?
- Yeah, I would actually.
Um, although I'm guessing
shit must have been hitting all manner
and sizes of fans at the office.
How did you make it out?
- It was time to move on anyway.
Mm.
I'm a survivor, Sam.
I have a valued skill
set, and I'm no liability,
so I'll find something fun to do.
How about you?
- I guess you could say
I've found my true religion in a sense.
- [Tamara] You've gone all Jesusy.
I would never have guessed that from you.
- Nah, not Jesus, although I've
got nothing against the guy.
But no for me, it's, uh
more about karma these days.
- More specifically, karmic retribution.
See, I gotta make the world
a better place for the
next generation, Tam.
Rediscovered my faith.
- But you're still shooting, though.
So it's the same song,
just a different band.
- No, I don't work for anyone anymore.
It's just me now.
- Really?
- Yeah, really.
- [Guard] Ma'am, we need to go.
- And there is much to atone for.
But no sniping now either.
No, if I'm gonna do
some killing these days,
it's gonna be up close and personal.
You know, look them in the eye.
I mean, if something's worth doing,
it's worth getting your
hands dirty for, right?
Although that's something
you never really understood, is it Tam?
- Look, no, do you know
what you never understood?
Is that the real art is
not getting dirty at all.
- We'll see if you feel the same way
when you see me in person.
- Oh, Sam, by this time tomorrow,
I'm gonna be working for
some billionaire in Dubai.
You're not gonna get
within 1,000 miles of me.
- [Sam] That's really disappointing.
- Well, get used to it.
You're a dead man walking.
And you're on your own.
- [Sam] No, I'm not alone anymore.
No. I got responsibilities now.
But that doesn't matter.
Tam, one more thing.
- What's that?
- [Sam] You believe in God?
- (laughs) Good one.
Well, you know what they say.
- [Sam] Verify, then trust.
- I am a long way from verifying that.
- You know what, Tam,
you may be closer than you think.
- This is boring now, Sam. Goodbye.
(footsteps clicking)
(tense music)
(door closes)
(gunfire pops)
(gunfire pops twice)
- Come on.
(dramatic music)
Hey, all right.
Not now, not ever
You can't take me down, baby
Have faith, it's too late
You can't take me down
You're not smart, you're not clever
To break no storm or get weather
I have faith now
You can't take me down
So what you gonna do,
what you gonna say
Ain't no fucking way you gonna take me
Down
No way
Where you gonna go,
where you gonna run
Where you gonna hide
when I come for you
No way
No way
(pensive music)
Not now, not ever
You can't take me down, baby
Have faith, it's too late
You can't take me down
Sharp shooters, smooth talkers
Out in the world, shooting
down, doing the Lord's work
I have faith now
You can't take me down
You can't run, you can't hide
You can't fly away
No way
No way
Where you gonna go,
where you gonna run
Where you gonna hide
when I come for you
No way
No way
No, can't kill me, I'll swim
Can't push me away
Can't burn me, I'm gold
Won't do what I'm told
Ain't no way I'm done
Ain't no way you've won
Ain't no way, no way
Ain't no way, no way
So what you gonna do,
what you gonna say
Ain't no fucking way
You gonna take me
Down
No way
No way
Where you gonna go,
where you gonna run
Where you gonna hide
when I come for you
No way
No way
(upbeat music)
(upbeat music continues)
(upbeat music continues)
(pensive music)
(pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
(upbeat music)
(pensive music)
(upbeat music)
(upbeat music continues)
(upbeat music continues)
(no audio)
(soft ominous tones)
(soft ominous tones continue)
(soft ominous tones continue)
(text beeping softly)
(text beeping softly)
(unsettling music)
(text beeping softly)
- [Ken] Do you believe in God?
- [Sam] Fuck you.
- [Ken] No, for real.
I'm completely serious.
- [Sam] Yeah, as am I. Fuck you.
- [Ken] Come on. It's
been three fucking days.
I need some entertainment.
- [Sam] Okay, well, why
don't you do your usual
and blather on about
gorgeous babes in hot tubs
with their tits out and all that shit?
- [Ken] (groans) Oh, yeah, right.
'Cause that's the very thing I want to do
while lying next to you;
envision nude women to
the point of arousal.
- [Sam] God, I knew you
were gonna make it weird.
You always have to make it weird.
- [Ken] I didn't make it weird.
I'm just noting the weirdness
in your suggestion, that's all.
- [Sam] Okay, fine.
Let's talk about, I don't
know, baseball or something.
- [Ken] Oh, baseball's boring as fuck.
- [Sam] What?
I'm gonna have to pretend
you did not say that.
- [Ken] The only thing
more boring about baseball
is guys talking about baseball.
- [Sam] How are we even friends?
- [Ken] Ah, random bunk mates.
Luck of the draw.
- [Sam] Yeah, well, I
don't believe in luck.
- [Ken] But you do believe in God?
- Jesus Christ...
- [Ken] Why can't we talk about this, huh?
- Do you believe in God?
- I don't know.
That's why I'm asking.
I'm just wondering about it all, I guess.
- All right. Okay.
And when did this happen?
Was it when you were up to your chin
in tits and asses in some
whorehouse or something?
- Oh, yeah, baby.
That'll be Bangkok.
So what?
You just don't think about this shit?
- What? God and shit.
No.
Why are you interested
in this all of a sudden?
- [Ken] It's natural to
wonder about the job.
I know you don't.
- [Sam] No. You want to know why?
Because it's...
- [Both] Counterproductive.
- You're an...
- [Both] asshole.
- Of course I am.
So, uh what do you think
happens after we die?
- Nothing happens.
- [Ken] Nothing?
- No. You're alive, then you're dead.
That's it.
- So you believe in nothing?
- No, that's not what I said.
- I'm pretty sure that's
exactly what you just said.
- No, no, no. I didn't say that.
What I said was nothing
happens after we die.
- Ah, so, what is it?
You do or you don't believe?
Pick one.
- Remember what our instructor said
when somebody hands you a weapon
and claims it's not loaded?
- Ah, verify then trust?
- There you go.
That's my take on God.
Still waiting for verification.
- Yeah. I hear that.
But I do wonder sometimes.
Oh, hello, we've got movement.
Okay, black SUV.
I see you, motherfucker.
You sure this is our guy?
The picture looks different,
like he's lost a lotta weight.
- [Sam] Yeah, it's him. Positive.
- I think you might be right.
Showtime.
Those are fucking mercs.
This prick brought his own private army.
How's it look?
- We've got a lot of eyes on this.
But, yeah, it's doable.
(crowd clamouring)
(tense music)
- Oh, hello. (laughs)
Woo hoo!
Oh, shit. Oh, my God.
That must be his newest toy.
(crowd clamouring)
You think she's a pro?
- I'm sure she's just with him
because of his winning
personality, don't you?
- How much do you think she costs?
- More than we make.
- Well, that's not hard.
Slight northwest breeze.
three miles per.
Ah, 2.6 clicks.
- Copy that. Zoning in.
(suspenseful tones)
- [Ken] Come on, Sam.
This might be our only chance.
Our only chance.
(eerie sustaining high pitch)
(gunfire pops)
(crowd screams)
(guns clicking)
- Fuck! Shit!
Fucking killed her!
- No, you didn't.
I still see her breathing.
You still have a shot. Focus.
- Look... You see that?
He's not leaving her.
She's not just a fucking hooker.
- Focus on the job at hand.
Focus.
- [Policeman] Shots fired!
- [Ken] Breathe. Take the shot, Sam!
- Kill them!
- [Ken] Goddamn it, you have to take the-
(gunfire pops)
(crowd screams)
- [Policeman] Shots fired. Man down.
- Bingo. That's a confirmed kill.
- You see that?
She looked right at me.
- Fine, fine.
But tell me about it later, yeah?
(tense music)
- [Man] Hey! Don't move!
- [Sam And Ken] Oh, fuck.
(tense music continues)
- Go, go, go!
- Oh, shit.
We're fucked. We're fucked.
- Alright, remember Beirut?
We can do it again.
We just need to find some sheets.
- There's no sheets up here, bro.
And Beirut didn't work.
- It would have if it was silk sheets.
- Look, I broke my ankle.
This is twice as high.
Bullshit. Find another way.
- Oh, okay. Okay.
We'll take the hard way.
(tense music continues)
- Hey, on me.
(siren blares in the distance)
(elevator dings)
Hey, hey, hey. Back, back.
Against the wall.
Against the wall. Move.
Shh, shh. Quiet.
- Sam. Contact.
- [Woman] Come on.
(child fusses)
- Drop 'em.
(gunfire pops)
(man grunts)
(gunfire pops)
(man grunts)
I'm sorry. Sorry.
Go!
(siren blares)
(sirens blare)
(door bangs)
(men yelling)
- [Man] Hands up!
- [Sam] Take it easy.
Hold on ladies.
- We give up.
Any thoughts?
- Besides we're fucked?
Slow. Slow.
(head thuds)
(kicks thudding)
(Sam growls)
(Ken grunts)
(punches thudding)
(kick thudding)
(men grunting)
(punches thudding)
(kick thuds)
(bones crack)
(impacts thudding)
(tense music)
(impacts thudding)
- Hey, what took so long? Come on.
- What the hell are we doing up here, Ken?
Where are you taking us?
- Just trust me on this one, okay?
- Oh, no. No.
- Hey, hey, call this a leap of faith.
(Ken grunts)
(Sam grunts)
(tense music)
(man exclaims)
- (laughs) I told you
Beirut would have worked.
Ah.
It was a good kill, Sam.
That woman, she was breathing.
I saw it.
And even if she wasn't,
she was lip locking with
an arms dealing terrorist.
The guy was a shit-bird deluxe.
- Yeah?
Then why would she throw
herself in front of a bullet
to save the man, Ken?
Why would she do that?
- Maybe she didn't.
Maybe she slipped.
- She didn't slip, okay.
She was looking right at me.
She saw what I was
about to do, and then...
She wouldn't know what she was looking at.
She's a hooker, a high priced one but-
- Look, she threw herself
in front of a bullet
to protect him.
Now, if he was such a terrible person,
why would she do that?
- It doesn't matter. It was a good kill.
That's what we do.
- Yeah, good kill.
I heard you the first time.
So you keep saying.
- Look, if he was a
solid, upstanding citizen,
he would have never been a
target in the first place.
If she didn't want to catch a bullet,
she shouldn't have been
in fucking bed with him.
He's dirty.
That makes her dirty.
It's simple math, brother.
Simple fucking math.
(phone chimes)
(sighs) Tam.
You deal with it.
- Ah!
- [Sam] Yeah?
- [Tamara] Mm.
Hey, Sam. I heard it was rough.
- Yeah.
- [Tamara] Are you okay?
- Oh, I'm, yeah. Great.
- [Tamara] It's collateral damage, Sam.
Listen, if you need to talk to someone-
- I don't need a fucking
shrink, Tam, okay?
Jesus Christ.
- Okay, I understand.
I'm here, but trust me,
we are righteous on this.
- You think so?
- [Tamara] On my life,
I would not have put you
in a situation like that if it weren't.
- Well uh, doesn't make
it any easier, does it?
- Tell her I go down easy.
So easy.
- [Tamara] Sam, listen,
take some time off.
There's nothing on the horizon.
- Look, I'll contact you
when I resurface, okay?
Fuck.
- What?
- You're a dick!
- And?
(aeroplane roaring)
(chill music)
You wanna grab a bite to eat and a beer?
- Nah, man. I'm good.
- I was just fucking around
with all the God talk, you know?
- It's got nothing to
do with the God talk.
All right, Ken?
- Hey, hey, okay.
Alright.
Why don't you, uh, come to Amsterdam?
We'll get high, get laid.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
- You mean like high school?
- Oh, yeah. What's wrong with that?
- Nothing, if you're still in high school.
- Oh, so if I understand
what you're saying
is that I'm a asshole refusing
to grow up, is that it?
- Would have thought
that was obvious. Right?
- Why don't you go fuck
yourself in the ass?
- You see? Very adult of you.
Well done.
- [Ken] Hey, it went cockeyed.
It's not the first time.
You know that.
Chick fell in front of your shot.
Shit happens. It's bad luck.
- I don't believe in luck.
(engines cranking)
(pensive music)
(pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
(twigs snapping)
(pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
(axe pounds)
(phone vibrates)
(axe pounds)
(axe pounds)
(pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
(phone vibrates)
(pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
(pensive music continues)
(leaves rustling)
(unsettling music)
(dog growls)
(gun cocking)
(dog pants)
(suspenseful music)
(pensive music)
(pensive music continues)
(Sam sighs)
- Happy hunting, friend.
(phone vibrates)
Ah, Christ.
Hey, Tam.
I'm good. What's up?
Oh, you know, just ah, hanging out.
What's going on?
Uh-huh.
(aeroplane roars)
(pensive music)
(rain patters)
- Look who decided to fucking surface.
What the fuck, bro?
How many emails and texts
are you gonna ignore from me?
You know, your girlfriend was almost
losing her fucking mind 'cause you're-
- She's not my girlfriend.
- Tam wasn't even sure
you was gonna show up.
I said "If he agrees to a job,
his ass would be here."
- Oh, you see, you had faith. I like that.
- Oh, yeah?
- That's nice.
- I got two words for you: blow me.
- Oh, elegant.
- Get in the fucking car.
- Fuck you.
- Oh, fuck you.
- Oh, fuck you!
- Fuck you!
(upbeat music)
(upbeat music continues)
- Ah, Frankfurt.
How I've missed you.
- So, how was Amsterdam?
- New low in terms of sexual excess.
- I bet.
- I'm so ashamed.
And very hung over.
- Did Tam say anything else?
- What, about the job?
- No. About, about me?
- Oh, yeah. Yeah.
She said, "Don't forget
to pack your binoculars
so you can see your tiny cock."
No, nothing. Why?
- I'm out after this, brother.
I spoke to Tam this morning.
This is it.
After this, I'm done.
- Bullshit.
- No, I'm not joking.
Ken, I'm serious.
This is it.
It's time.
I'm sorry, bro but, I'm done.
- This place looks pretty nice, right?
Less depressing than usual, anyway.
A step up, in fact.
- Welcome, gentlemen. Please.
For you.
- No, thanks.
- [Concierge] No problem.
Take your bags, please.
- Yeah. We good?
Okay. Silent treatment.
Okay.
- Please. Please come.
(elevator music)
- Prick.
- Maybe.
- Asshole!
- Yeah.
- Donkey.
- Now, that's unfair.
- Only to fucking donkeys.
- Oh, only to fucking donkeys.
Well, you know what, donkeys
do have to fuck, don't they?
I mean, that's how we
get more donkeys, right?
- That's not how you get
more assholes, though.
And you're a fucking asshole.
And assholes breed like fungus.
- Ah, I think the term
you're looking for is fungi.
- Yeah. You were a fun guy, once.
Pimple dick.
- Ouch!
Nice segue though.
- Yeah, it was good.
- Yeah.
- And I'm so fucking steamed,
I can't enjoy it.
(elevator dings)
- Whoa.
Uh, you sure this is our room?
(jazzy music)
- Yes, yes. For you.
- Yeah? What the hell?
You sure? Right?
This is our room?
- Yes, yes for you, sir.
- Yeah?
Hey, Ken, check it out, bro.
Your favourite, silk sheets.
Have to make sure you
don't shit the bed again.
- I shit the bed once.
One fucking time!
- For you, sir.
- Thank you.
Yeah, it's from Tam.
She's upgraded us.
Seeing as it's our last run
together, it's a present.
- Yay for us.
- I'm good. Thanks.
Hey, would you mind closing
the curtains, please?
- But, this beautiful sunset.
Will be night soon-
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's great.
But please, just close the curtains.
Thanks.
Appreciate it.
- Yeah, we'll, figure out the rest.
Thanks.
- As you wish.
Um, I'm Mirko.
And if you need anything,
anything, just call.
- Thank you.
Hey, we haven't stayed here before, right?
- No, I'd remember it.
- [Sam] It just feels familiar.
- Deja vu.
I said deja vu in case you
missed it the first time, cock.
- All right. Come on.
Let's have it. Give it to me.
- You're leaving and I'm fucked.
- What are you talking about?
- I'm a spotter. They don't need me.
- Bullshit. You can shoot.
- Not like you.
You don't know how rare
your ability is, do you?
I've only lasted this long in the company
'cause I partner well with you.
You!
Why do you think Tam flirts
with you all the time?
You're the best fucking shooter we got.
And everybody knows that.
- Ken, you're selling yourself short.
- I'm just being honest.
I can think on my feet,
get out of tight spots,
I'm a smooth operator.
I'm a way better fuck.
- There he is.
- But I ain't you! Nobody is.
It was a good kill, Sam.
It was legal, sanctioned and just.
Why can't you just fucking get that?
- Because hat woman
sacrificed herself, Ken.
Okay? She sacrificed herself.
- Who gives a fuck?
- Would you do that for someone?
- For that motherfucker?
- No, I mean for anyone.
- Of course I would.
- Who?
- You! You fucking ass-clown.
- Exactly my point.
And that is why I gotta
leave, bro, because,
I'm a risk to you now.
- What are you-
- You understand that, I'm a risk to you.
The day that I shot that woman,
something changed in me, okay?
Everything changed.
I'm a different person now.
You know, I just feel like I've
been staring through a scope
my whole fucking life.
And now I want to see what
it's like without it, you know?
So I'm sorry, bro.
Really, I am.
And I get why you feel
like that, but I'm done.
Okay? That's it, I'm out.
I'm sorry.
(Sam sighs)
- Ah, fuck!
How did Tamara take it?
- Yeah, well, she wasn't happy.
But, you know, she
wasn't surprised either.
- Wow.
I thought she'd throw an
epic shit fit, to be honest.
- Yeah, well, to be honest,
she said the same thing about you.
- Yeah, well, I do love a hissy fit.
- Yeah, you do.
Yeah, you do.
Look, I'm sorry, Ken, really, I am.
But, (sighs) just feels like it's time.
- So uh, this is it, then?
- This is it.
One last dance to square us.
- Hell. Nothing lasts forever, right?
(swanky music)
We got a penthouse, champagne.
We got a city that loves the night.
We got, what, 2 days
before we have to be out
in the boonies? (laughs)
- Yeah.
- We might as well enjoy ourselves, right?
- You know what? You, are a good friend.
- Uh, yeah.
It's about time you noticed.
- (laughs) Humble, too.
- Hmm. I also have a humongous-
- Ego?
- Oh is, is that what we're gonna do now?
We're gonna finish each other's sentence?
- Well, I'm gonna have to, right,
because otherwise you're not
gonna stop talking about-
(doorbell rings)
- You need one of those cards
to get the elevator to this floor, right?
- [Sam] Yeah.
- [Ken] Oh, shit!
God. Uh-
- [Ladies] Hi.
- Hello.
- We're here for your massages.
A gift from management and your boss.
- They know the word of the day?
- Uh yeah. Do you, do you
know the word of the day?
- Haber, haberdashery?
Haberdashery.
- That is the word of the day.
- It is.
- [Masseuse In Red] You're good, then?
- Uh yeah. Yeah, we're good.
- [Masseuse] We're all good, too.
- Come on up.
- Wait. I do-
- Two hot chicks.
Don't fuck this up for me. Shh.
(swanky music)
- Bro. Bro.
- Whoo! Now I believe in God.
(elevator dings)
(laughs) Oh yeah.
Ah, first class all the way right, ace?
You're gonna miss this, man.
Tell me you're not gonna miss this.
- I'm not gonna miss this.
- [Ken] You're a lying sack of shit.
- Hey. Uh sorry.
Uh, what's your name?
- Her name is Mona. I am Lily.
- Mona, you mind closing
the drapes, please?
- What's the difference? It's night.
- Yeah, it gives me an
edge having it open, okay?
Just please close the drapes.
- Whatever relaxes you.
- Thank you.
(Sam sighs)
- Ready?
- You know what? I'm
not sure I'm up for it.
I'm not really into it.
- (laughs) Wha, what'd
I tell you about him?
What did I say?
His tight ass can't even
enjoy a rub and tug.
- Who said anything about
rubbing and tugging?
- You don't want to lay down?
Come, sit.
Over here. Come.
- Okay.
Okay.
Wha, what is this?
What are we doing here?
- Adjusting your chakra.
- Oh, adjusting my chakra.
- Oh, she's got hidden talents.
What else can the lovely Mona do, huh?
- I can tell you your future.
- Oh, you can?
You hear that, sport?
She's a fortune teller!
- Yeah, sure she is.
- (laughs) You're wasting
your time with him, doll.
He's a spiritual black hole.
- Well, my mother used to
say everyone has a spirit,
whether they believe in it or not.
She was a real gypsy.
Used to read palms.
I learned from her.
- Oh, not any fortune teller.
A gypsy fortune teller.
- Next thing I know, you'll be telling me
you got a crystal ball.
- Of course.
- What? Really?
- Get the fuck outta here.
For real?
- It was a gift from my mother.
I carry it with me all the time.
- Yeah?
- For luck.
- I will tip you a solid $100
if you show me your crystal ball.
- Okay.
- She's literally going
to get the ball right now.
- Apparently. Yeah. (laughs)
(Ken laughs)
- [Sam] Oh, shit.
- That's some Harry Potter wizard shit!
Hold on, wait, wait, wait. Come on.
I want to see you use it.
I've never had anyone see my future
in a crystal ball before.
- Well, I must confess,
the ball is just a prop for tourists.
- Ah, you see. Finally, some honesty.
- But the palms are for real.
I swear on my life, the palms never lie.
- All right. Say no more.
What's it say?
- This is gonna be good.
- You don't like to stay in one place
and you don't wish to grow old.
You want to be a bad boy your whole life.
- Oh, yeah.
- And ladies, they love you for it.
- Yes, I see much physical
exertion in his future.
- Hey, did you hear that?
She's got your number, pal.
- I like her. She's fun.
What about my boy over there?
What does his say?
- Okay.
Let's see.
Just you wait.
- Oh, I'm excited, lover boy.
(unsettling music)
- [Sam] What? What is it?
What?
- Ladies, they love you, too.
- Okay. And what else?
- I thought you didn't believe.
- I don't believe.
I'm just, I don't know, curious.
What else?
What'd you see? Tell me.
- No, you have a strong faith but...
- [Sam] But what?
- But you follow a false idol.
- Eh eh!
Sorry, doll, you whiffed that one.
What you have there
is a non-believer of the highest order.
He doesn't even believe in luck.
- He believes, just not for long.
(ladies speaking in foreign language)
Another drink?
- Yeah, sure. Why not?
(elevator dings)
- [Ken] Look at this.
Tam is sparing no expense, huh?
- Courtesy of management, sir.
- I bet it is.
(Mirko speaking in foreign language)
(Mona speaking in foreign language)
(Mirko speaking in foreign language)
- What's wrong with you?
(unsettling music)
- Hey, hey, we don't
want those doors open.
- It's important. For the meal, sir.
The view is part of the menu.
- I don't care about the view.
- Relax!
- Close the curtains and the door.
Just close 'em.
- Hey, come on, you grump.
I love this.
- Why this yelling?
- Look, you can see for miles here.
(gunfire pops)
(bullet whizzes)
- Down!
Take cover!
Move, move, move!
(ladies screaming)
(Sam grunts)
(gunfire thuds)
Ken, you good?
- Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.
You see him?
- Yeah, he's in that tower southwest.
(glass shatters)
- Fuck!
This asshole can't shoot for shit.
- Skyscraper glass, reinforced.
- [Ken] Fuck!
- The shots are off.
We need to shut those drapes.
Where's that remote?
Got it? Give it to me.
Give it to me!
(glass shatters)
- [Ken] Fuck!
(woman grunts)
(bullet thuds)
(tense dramatic music)
(both grunting)
(bullet thuds)
- Sam! Keep your head down.
- I know! I got this.
(kicks thudding)
(both grunting)
(bullet thuds)
(glass shatters)
- Watch the fucking sniper
that's trying to fucking kill you!
(blood splatters)
(glass shatters)
(dramatic music)
(Mirko speaking in foreign language)
(ladies scream)
(kick thuds)
- Shit. Fuck him up, Sam.
(bullet thuds)
- [Sam] Come on then, bitch.
- [Mirko] Fuck you, pussy.
(punches thudding)
(kick thuds)
(bullet thuds)
(Mirko growls)
(Sam and Mirko growl)
(bullet thuds)
(glass shatters)
(punches thudding)
(bullet thuds)
(Mirko growls)
- Sam, come on, stop fooling with him!
- I'm not toying with him.
He's fucking good.
(Mirko grunts)
(punches thudding)
(kick thuds)
(Mirko growls)
Who do you work for?
- [Mirko] Fuck you! Pussy.
(bullet thuds)
(ladies scream)
(Mirko growls)
(kicks thudding)
(glass shatters)
(remote beeping)
(bullet thuds)
- Shit! The goddamn curtains are open!
- Focus, Sam. Focus!
Two assholes down.
Two across the way to go. Focus!
- Okay.
- What is happening? Why?
- Quiet! Quiet.
Sam, your phone?
- Uh, it's in my jacket in the bedroom.
What about yours?
- Out of reach.
What about your case?
- Case is on the bar. We can't get to it.
Where's your sidearm?
- It's in, it's in the
safe in the bedroom.
- You put it in the safe?
Why did you put it in the goddamn safe?
- I don't know. I just wanted
to put it in a safe place.
- [Sam] Shit!
- Fuck! I'm losing my cover here.
- All right, Ken.
You got a spot to move to?
- Got it. Hold.
(Mona yelps)
Okay. Got it.
- All right, get ready. On three.
One, two, three!
(bullet thuds)
- Ah, fuck! Shit!
(Mona screams)
Fuck!
That bullet went past my ass cheek.
That shit was hot.
- Are you good?
- Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.
(Lily speaking in foreign language)
- Lily. Lily, listen to me.
Lily, it's gonna be okay.
Just stay calm, okay?
Keep your head down.
Just keep your head down.
Does she understand what I'm saying?
Tell her to keep her head down.
(Mona speaking in foreign language)
(Lily pants)
- [Sam] You got any thoughts?
- Uh, besides, we're fucked?
- Yeah, besides, we're fucked.
- Let me have a think. None.
- Come on, Ken, this
is what you do, right?
This is your shit.
What should we do? Think about it.
- Yeah. Yeah, okay.
Yeah, I got this.
Ah, let me think.
Uh, uh, the lights!
Lights.
We can take a couple of lights out. Okay?
- [Sam] Yeah. Good call, bro.
(glass shatters)
- That'll do for now.
- But there are still lights.
- No, no, no, we don't
want it completely dark.
- Why? Then they can-
- They have night vision scopes on,
half light is better than no light, okay?
You two girls, who has a phone here?
- [Mona] I do.
- Where?
- In, in my bag.
- Where's your bag?
- [Mona] Over by the table.
- Ah, fuck! It might as well be in China.
Hey, what about her?
Is it Lily?
Lily, talk! Talk to me.
Talk to me.
(Mona speaking in foreign language)
(Lily speaking in foreign language)
- She's so scared, she's
forgetting English.
In her bag, too,
but she doesn't know where it is.
- Well, let's take a look for it.
Mona, stay down! Stay down!
Don't move.
Sam, you see her?
- Yeah, I can see her.
- Mona, watch Sam for cues.
Do not move until he says different.
Okay? You're safe there.
- Ken, what are you doing, bro?
- A fucked up version of
Tetris with live ammunition.
- All right, just make
sure you don't get shot.
- Oh, okay. Thanks, Dad.
Bingo, baby. I see it.
- [Sam] See what?
- [Ken] The purse.
- [Sam] Can you get to it?
- Hang tight, folks.
This is gonna sting.
- All right. Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Wait. Wait.
Mona, Ken's gonna dive behind the pillar.
When he does that, you need to come to me.
Can you do that?
Yeah?
Ready? Ready, Ken?
Right. Three, two, one.
Go!
Come on! Move, move, move!
- Oh, fuck!
(Ken laughs)
Yeah! Keep trying, sucker.
I've been dodging bullets
since I was an itch in my dad's pants.
- [Sam] (laughs) Goddamn it, you lunatic!
- Yeah. Yeah, you're welcome, man.
You know, Sam, I've been thinking.
- About what?
- I watched a game of baseball last night.
It's not as boring as I thought.
Come on, come on, come on.
- I tried to tell you, bro.
(bullet thuds)
(Lily screams)
- [Sam] No! Down!
(Mona speaking in foreign language)
(bullet thuds)
- [Sam] Stay down.
Stay down! Tell her to stay down!
(Mona speaking in foreign language)
- [Sam] Lily! Lily.
(Mona speaking in foreign language)
Stay calm, okay?
Okay, just stay down.
Alright? I got you.
Okay. I'm not gonna let you go.
I got you. Just stay calm.
Ken, she's fucking losing it, bro.
- Ah, just hang tight.
I nearly got it.
Oh, yeah, baby!
I got it. I got it!
Come on. All right.
I need her uh, I need her
security code for the phone.
What is it?
(Mona speaking in foreign language)
(Lily speaking in foreign language)
- I need the security code.
I need the security
code in English, please.
- 5150.
- All right, come on.
(phone line rings)
- [Woman On Phone] Ocean Valley Insurance.
How may I direct your call?
- Claims case 6661.
- [Woman On Phone] Please
hold while we verify.
(elevator music)
- [Tamara] Ken, why are
you calling on this number?
Better not be a code-
- Code blue? Yeah, we're under fire.
- [Tamara] Okay, just keep
talking. Where are you?
- [Ken] The hotel, penthouse.
There's nothing but windows
and very little cover.
Sam and I are pinned
down, but we're alive.
- [Tamara] Mm-hmm.
- [Ken] Sam, anything to add to that?
- Yeah, hurry up and get
us the fuck outta here.
- [Tamara] Any idea
who we're dealing with?
- I don't know, but the
shooter's in a tower
to my southwest.
Looks like uh, an apartment building,
an office space, something like that.
Either way, we're trapped,
and we need to get the fuck out of here.
- [Tamara] Penthouse?
- That's where you put us.
- [Tamara] I did not.
Whose phone are you using?
- The massage girls you sent up as a gift,
which I'm presuming is absolute-
- [Tamara] Bullshit.
- Yeah.
- They had the word of the day, Tam.
- [Tamara] Are they still there? Alive?
- Yeah. There's a, there's a dead merc
and, the concierge was in on it, too.
The guy was a secret fucking ninja.
But the girls are civilian.
- [Tamara] Are you sure?
- Yeah. They're scared to
death and not faking it.
I can tell.
- [Tamara] Then how did they
get the word of the day?
- We have a mole, Tam.
Someone set us up.
How many people knew we'd be here?
- [Tamara] It's a very short list.
- Look, this penthouse is
running out of cover fast.
We need help.
Any more assets in town?
- [Tamara] I have some favours to call in.
Keep the line open and sit tight.
- Like we have a fucking choice.
You heard the lady, kids.
Turtle up.
Ah, fuck.
- [Mona] Are they-
- We're okay, we're okay.
- Are they sending someone to help?
- Yeah. They're sending someone to help.
We're gonna be okay.
You just got to keep your heads down.
You understand?
Tell her. Keep your head down.
(Mona speaking in foreign language)
- That building over there.
No, no, no, don't look. Don't look.
If you can see them, that
means they can see you.
That's bad.
Keep your head down. Alright?
They're not gonna waste their ammo.
They're gonna choose their shots.
They're looking for a kill shot. Okay?
Keep your head down.
- Why are they trying to kill you?
- I don't know.
- You did something, didn't you?
- We've done many things.
That's not why this is happening.
- I don't want to die.
- I can't die here.
- [Sam] You're not gonna die here.
- I have a daughter.
- Yeah, you're gonna see her again.
Trust me.
- Oh God, please help us.
- [Ken] Hey, hey. It's all right, hon.
Cavalry's coming.
Just sit tight.
- [Mona] Who?
- The cavalry.
You know? The good guys.
- Oh, good guys like you.
- Yeah. Like me.
- If you're such a good guy,
then why is someone trying to kill you?
- I told you, I don't know yet.
- What did you do?
Hurt someone and now
they want to hurt you.
Yes?
- Probably, yeah.
- Yet, you are the good guy.
- We try to be, okay?
- Well, try harder.
- He's speaking for himself.
I like being a bad dude.
(Lily mutters)
- [Sam] What?
(Lily speaking in foreign language)
- What are you saying?
What, what, what's she saying?
- God is love and love is real.
- It's gonna be okay.
(sad music)
You're gonna be okay.
Look, I'm gonna get you
both out of this, okay?
How old's your daughter?
- Eight.
- Yeah?
What's her name?
- Her name is none of your
fucking business, okay?
That's her name.
- Okay, okay, fine. Okay.
- You are no soldier.
I know what you are.
I've seen many of your kind around here.
You call yourself a soldier,
but really, you are just a killer.
I've read it on your palms.
You kill for money.
- [Ken] And what do you do for money, huh?
- [Mona] You know what I do.
- Yeah. You sell your ass.
Don't lecture us.
- I do what I must to
take care of my child.
Why do you do what you do?
- We protect people.
- [Mona] Oh, doing a bang up job so far.
- Is that your mirror?
- Yeah.
- [Sam] Yeah?
Give it to me. Quickly.
Okay.
(traffic humming in the distance)
Who was it that hired you for us tonight?
- We got a call from Mirko the concierge.
He said we were a gift.
- Sam! Look out!
(Lily screams)
(tense music)
(men growling)
Sam! Shit!
Sam, hang on.
(gunfire pops)
(glass shatters)
(Ken yells)
(punches thudding)
(punches continue thudding)
- I can't get to you.
(punches thudding)
(Mirko growls)
(glass shatters)
(Ken pants)
Ken, you good?
- Yeah, yeah. I'm good.
You uh, you see the phone?
- The phone?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I got it. Hang on.
(Sam grunts)
Yeah. Got it.
- Good.
- Hey, Ken.
- Yeah.
- Thanks, bro. You saved my life.
- Don't worry about it.
(gunfire pops)
(bullet thuds)
- Ken?
Ken?
Fuck!
Oh, Shit.
Ken!
Ken!
Fuck! Fuck!
Shit!
Goddamn it!
Fuck.
Ken!
- I, I think he's, he's still breathing.
- He's breathing?
- Yes.
- [Sam] You sure?
- Bleeding, but, but still breathing.
- Oh thank God. Thank God.
Fuck! Come on, Tam.
Please, please Tam!
(Lily speaking in foreign language)
- What's she saying?
- What did she say?
- She's scared. What do you think?
She's afraid we're gonna die up here.
- All right. You tell her.
This is how it's gonna be. Okay?
I'm gonna get us out of this. I just...
- She doesn't believe you.
A killer's word means nothing to anyone.
- I told you, I'm a soldier, okay?
We protect people.
We only kill bad guys,
only if we don't have another choice.
- According to who? Your government.
You really think that makes a difference?
When my baby girl was only one,
her father was gunned down in the street.
Why? Because he thought my
husband was someone else.
This killer also worked
for the government.
But they got it wrong.
And it cost my husband his life
and my daughter her father.
That killer thought he had good
reason for what he did too.
(phone rings)
- Please give me some good news.
- [Tamara] Sam, what's wrong? Where's Ken?
- He's down. He's hit.
He's unconscious.
I can't get to him, but he's bleeding.
We need a medic up here, Tam.
Now! Quickly!
- [Tamara] Ken's a tough nut to crack.
He'll make it.
Do you have a visual?
- Hang on. I'm using a mirror.
Okay, go.
- [Tamara] I have a team almost there.
Watch for the flashes.
- Watching.
- [Tamara] Five, four, three...
Are we clear? Is that confirmed?
I need rock solid fucking confirmation
before he can move.
- [Man] Clear.
- [Tamara] Room is
clear. You're good, Sam.
- It's safe?
- We're good.
- [Tamara] I'll send the team over to you.
Chances are they may have
assets in your hotel,
so just stay calm, stay on the line,
and you can stop hiding
behind that pillar.
- Did you find the mole?
- [Tamara] No...
No, Sam. Not yet.
I've been very busy.
- Is it safe?
She said it's safe?
- Yeah. It's safe.
- [Mona] You sure?
- Yeah.
- Why do you believe them?
- Look, I just saw the
flashes myself, okay?
It's safe. We're clear.
- You first then.
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
- [Sam] You see, I told you.
- So go. Do it.
Get out from behind that
pillar, if you're so sure.
- [Sam] Hey, Tam, you got eyes on us?
- [Tamara] Not yet. I'm working on it.
- Then how did you know I was
behind the pillar?
(gunfire pops)
(glass shatters)
(Sam groans)
Fuck!
(unsettling music)
Nice try, Tam.
You even got me to check the flashes
so I'd be convinced you cleared the room.
That's smart. (laughs) Very smart.
- [Tamara] Sam?
- How the hell did I not realise
what a fucking liar you were before now?
- [Tamara] (laughs) I
mean, people tend to see
what they want to be
true rather than what is.
- What the fuck are you doing, Tam?
What are you up to?
- [Tamara] We're firing you.
You insisted on it.
- [Sam] Goddamn it!
How could you do this to
me after all these years.
Fuck!
- I like you, Sam, but I don't see things
in terms of right and wrong.
That's not what I'm paid to do.
My job is to solve problems.
And the problem is, we
have a man like you...
who has a very specific skill set,
who doesn't want to work for
us anymore, which is fine.
But what we can't have
is you working for one of our competitors.
So you know the solution.
The solution is, you know,
we take you off the board.
- I was loyal to you.
- [Tamara] Yes, you were,
but our profile on you
suggests you have too much empathy
and you're losing your edge, Sam.
So it's only a matter of time
before you're triggered
in the wrong direction
and you become a serious
risk if you turn on us.
So just come on out,
wave hello and we can all fucking move on.
- Why not just me? Why Ken?
- [Tamara] Ken talked too
much. It's not personal.
It's how risk management works
in the private sector, Sam.
It's far from the first
time, even for you.
You know that.
- What the fuck are you talking about?
- [Tamara] How do you
think you two got started?
Dubai ring any bells?
- You're saying we killed our own?
- [Tamara] Technically, you
removed a couple of liabilities.
Now your replacements are
here to do the same thing.
Sadly, I find them lacking.
You only needed two shots.
No bellhop or call girls.
You were so good you
didn't even break a window.
We're sorry to see you go.
A great shooter like you as well.
Priceless.
- Were any of my kills good?
- [Tamara] All our kills
are good kills, Sam.
- Fuck!
(Mona exclaims)
Shit!
- What now? What's happening?
- We're being set up.
Fucking bitch!
(dial tone beeps)
- [Tamara] You can't call for help.
Can't call the police,
fire or anywhere else.
I have control over all your comms.
Any calls go out to me.
Your line, Ken's, those whores'.
- Oh, okay. I see.
You got it all figured out, don't you?
- [Tamara] We own the entire building.
You have no cover, no exit plan.
You're done.
Why not make it quick?
- I do that, you'll let the women live?
- [Tamara] Of course.
- You give me your word.
I die, they're free to go. Alive?
- [Tamara] Absolutely.
- You're lying.
- [Tamara] Of course I'm not.
- She lies.
- You know what, Tam?
I think you've been
doing this job too long.
You've forgotten what
sincerity actually sounds like.
You're fucking lying.
You're gonna kill them, too.
(Mona speaking in foreign language)
- [Tamara] Oh, dear.
I sense disapproval from the cheap whore
I sent up to relax you.
- I am not cheap!
- Tam, you want me so bad,
why don't you come up here
and do it your fucking self?
- [Tamara] Sorry, Sam. I think not.
(gunfire pops and thuds)
(Lily screams)
- Lily! Stay down!
- [Lily] Lord Jesus, please-
(gunfire pops)
(glass shatters)
(Mona speaking in foreign language)
- Lily, don't move!
(gunfire pops)
(Mona screaming)
Mona, stay down. Get down!
- [Mona] (exclaims) She's hurt...
- No! Get down!
- [Mona] We have to help her!
- No! She's bait now!
That's what they want.
They're trying to draw you out.
That's why they shot to wound.
- [Mona] We can't...
- Stay there!
(gunfire thuds)
(Lily grunts)
- [Mona] Lily!
- Look at me, Mona.
- Please!
- Mona! Mona, look at me.
Alright, I'm gonna do something, okay?
When I go, he's gonna be shooting at me.
You get to Lily.
You pull her into safety fast.
Okay?
When I say. When I say.
You ready?
Go!
(bullet thuds)
(bullet thuds)
- Lily!
Lily! Lily!
Oh! Lily.
(remote beeps)
(bullet thuds)
(curtains creaking)
(remote beeps)
(bullet thuds)
Lily, Lily.
- Fuck!
- Okay Lily, look at me.
You're gonna be okay. Okay?
We're gonna get out of here, okay?
(Mona speaking in foreign language)
Lily, Lily, Lily! (sobs)
(Mona speaking in foreign language)
(phone rings)
- [Tamara] Sam, this is
Ken's skill set, not yours.
Stop embarrassing yourself.
- You're the one who replaced me
with a fucking moron who can't hit shit.
- [Tamara] Bet your lady
friend's spine feels differently.
She's dying, Sam. You know that.
Just stop it. It's over.
She was dead the moment
she set foot in there.
You risked your life for nothing.
You're all dead, you know it.
Why keep torturing yourself?
You've been on the other side of this.
You know how it ends.
Too much open area. No cover.
- No cover.
(Mona speaking in foreign language)
- [Tamara] Ah, you're not
making it to your rifle,
not without sticking
some part of your body up
that we can shoot.
You can't get to the bar.
You can't get to the elevator.
You can't get out.
Full stop.
End of story, Sam.
So go on, turtle up.
We've got all night.
(ominous tones mixed with sad tones)
(continuing ominous tones
mixed with sad tones)
(continuing ominous tones
mixed with sad tones)
(gunfire thuds)
(Sam grunts)
- Hey, Mona, mind if I use this?
- That's why I have it, for luck.
- Yeah, for luck.
(glass shatters)
(static crackling)
(equipment clattering to the floor)
(eerie music)
(Tamara sighs)
- I was trying to keep this clean
out of respect for you, Sam.
But now it's gonna have to get real
fucking messy.
- Hey, Tam, when I get outta this,
and I am gonna get out of this,
I'm coming to get you.
- [Tamara] That'd be a neat trick,
but I don't even think you believe that.
(phone beeps to end call)
- [Sam] I'm sorry, Mona.
- She was 20 fucking two, a child.
(Sam sighs)
What do we do now?
- We wait.
If we can wait long enough
for the sun to come up,
it's gonna be right in the shooter's eyes.
It's very hard to shoot into the sun.
It gives us a small window if we're fast.
- Sunrise, that's the best you got?
- Right now it is, yeah.
- Assuming Tamara hasn't
sent up any more assets,
and that's a pretty
fucking big assumption,
we sit tight and we wait.
- So usually that's you on the other end?
The shooter, that's you?
- Yeah.
- So you know what he's thinking.
- Yeah.
- [Mona] And he knows
what you're thinking.
- Yeah.
- Isn't he worried about the sunrise?
- Not at all.
- [Mona] Why not?
- 'Cause he figures we're
gonna run before then.
Figures we won't be able to wait it out.
And even if we do wait
'til the sun comes up,
by then we're gonna be cold and sore,
cramped up and...
- Easy to kill.
- Easier. Yeah.
- [Mona] What is he thinking right now?
- Well, right now he's gonna be pissed.
See, this was supposed
to be a 10 second job.
One, two, three bang. Done.
Nobody was supposed to know what hit 'em.
But I went and fucked all
that up for them, didn't I?
And the longer we wait,
the angrier he's gonna get.
But he's not hot. He's not raging.
He's calm, he's cool, collected.
You see, it's a battle of wills,
and he's determined to win.
He's thinking about nothing except for me
and the shot.
The target and the bullet.
It's clean. It's pure.
It's relaxing too.
I know that sounds fucked up, but it is.
'Cause there is nothing
clouding your mind.
Only the job.
No bills. No worries.
Just the shot. And then...
- What?
- He's dead.
You're not.
That's it.
- How could you do such things?
You just take life.
How?
(tense music)
- I need to get that rifle.
(elevator thuds and whirs)
They're coming! Take cover!
(gunfire pops)
(dramatic music)
(electricity crackles)
(foot bangs)
(Sam grunts)
(gun case clicks)
(elevator dings)
(footsteps approaching softly)
(footsteps continue approaching softly)
(aquarium rumbles and bubbles)
(gun clicks)
(metallic whirring)
(footsteps approaching softly)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
Eye for an eye.
(gunfire pops)
(bullet thuds)
(gunfire popping)
(gunfire continues popping)
(suspenseful music)
(glass crunching)
(glass shatters)
(man yells)
(gunfire popping)
(sprinklers hissing)
(man yells)
(bullet thuds)
(man grunts)
(tense dramatic music)
(gunfire pops)
(gunfire popping)
(glass shatters)
(kick thuds)
- Get him! Get him!
- Hey!
- Get him!
- Hey!
- Gun down!
- Let go of her!
- [Attacker] Drop the weapon! Drop it!
- Don't listen.
- Drop it.
- Okay. Okay.
Alright.
- Drop the weapon!
- [Sam] I'm putting it down.
Just stay calm. Don't hurt her.
- [Attacker] Rifle too. One hand.
- Alright, let's take it easy, okay?
Putting the rifle down, real slow.
- Don't listen.
- Okay?
Don't do anything stupid.
(impact thuds)
(Mona yells)
(bullet thuds)
(glass shatters)
(kick thuds)
(punch thuds)
(blade zings)
- Think you can just light
a motherfucker on fire?
I'll skin you alive!
(punches thudding)
(men grunting)
(blade thuds)
(man grunts)
(body thuds)
(bullet thuds)
- Come on, come on.
You okay?
- [Mona] Yes.
- You okay?
- [Mona] Yes.
(aquarium gurgling)
- Thank you for saving my life.
- I told you. That's why I do this.
To protect people.
- When did you become a soldier?
- You know when those two
planes went into the towers,
the World Trade Centre came down.
It scared the shit outta me.
That's why I enlisted.
I was just a kid, 18.
Didn't know shit.
(thoughtful music)
(Sam scoffs)
Just knew I wanted to do something
that meant something, you know?
So, I signed up.
Did four tours.
Afghanistan, Iraq.
Found out I was pretty good at it,
so they signed me up for
this private military thing.
Pay was better, but
uh, we had to do things
we weren't supposed to talk about.
Not publicly anyway.
That's how I met Ken.
Felt righteous at first, you know?
Felt like we were busting
through all the red tape
and doing the things that we were told
the politicians didn't have the will
or even the guts to do, you know,
to stand up to terror,
to make a difference.
It was a lot easier
to see things in black
and white back then.
Like heroes and villains.
Good versus evil.
Black hats. White hats.
That's probably how that sniper sees it
over there right now.
He's probably thinking he's doing
the right thing for the right reasons.
That's how I used to see it anyway.
- And now?
- I'm not 18 anymore.
And it's a lot harder when it's
your ass in the crosshairs.
- Lily's dead, and I may as well be.
And my daughter,
who will provide for her once I'm gone?
- I have money.
I'll get you outta here.
I'll get you both outta the country.
- We're dead.
You said so yourself.
You know what he's thinking.
And he knows your every move.
We're trapped here.
There's no way out.
- No. No.
There's a difference.
- What?
- I'm better at this than he is.
If I can just get to my
rifle, it's over for him.
And Tamara knows that.
I just need to get that rifle.
- Give me your hand.
- Why?
- You're a killer and a survivor too.
A very good one.
The palms never lie.
People lie, palms don't.
(surreal music)
This is my daughter, Milena.
The address is on the back.
You show her this if I die-
- No, no, no, no!
You're not gonna die.
- You find her.
- No!
- And help her.
Money, school, everything.
- [Sam] I'm gonna get
you out of this, okay?
- You take her away from here.
Please.
- I'm gonna, I'm gonna get you outta here.
You don't need to talk like this.
You just need to trust me.
- I'm not a trained soldier
You are.
And my daughter,
my daughter cannot survive on her own.
Understand?
I help you get your gun.
You promise to help Milena.
Promise.
Not with words, but with
your heart before God
and make it real.
(Sam sighs)
- I promise before God
that I will protect her
with everything that I have.
But you're gonna see her again.
Okay?
We're gonna get out of this.
(elevator whirs and rumbles)
Go, go! Move, move!
(elevator dings)
(Sam grunts)
(gunfire popping)
(men grunting)
(impacts thudding)
(attacker growls)
(tense music)
- I fucking hate snipers. (growls)
(gunfire popping)
(impacts thudding)
(gunfire pops)
(impacts thudding)
(men grunting and growling)
If you were a real man,
you'd look 'em in the
eye when you kill 'em.
(Sam grunts)
(punches thudding)
(attacker growls)
(impacts thudding)
(bullet thuds)
(attacker growls)
(whistling)
(explosion booms)
(gunfire thuds)
(Mona whimpers)
- I kill for my Milena.
(glass shatters)
(bullet thuds)
- No! No!
(eerie whistling)
(gunfire pops)
(bullet thuds)
(sniper grunts)
(bullet thuds)
Mona. Mona.
Why did you do that? Why did you do that?
I told you to run. I told you to run.
- My little Milena.
- What?
- You watch over her now.
Give her a better life
than ours.
Teach her to survive.
- I can't.
- Have faith.
The palms never lie.
(Mona gags and sighs)
(sad tones)
(Sam sighs)
(Ken coughs)
- Ken?
(Ken groans)
Jesus Christ, Ken, I
thought you were dead.
(Ken yells)
- No. No!
Stop!
- No!
- Stop!
- No!
- Don't move me, man.
Don't move me, man.
- Come on, bro.
We gotta go now.
- No, I can't move my fucking legs!
Fucker got me through the spine, man.
Just don't move, fucking move me, man.
- Okay. Okay.
- I can't move.
- Alright, alright, alright.
Okay, okay, okay.
Okay, I got ya.
Fuck!
Shit.
Look at you, bro. Yeah?
Shatter your spine, they can't get you.
You're a fucking stud, man.
Fucking rock star! Yeah?
- It's about time you noticed, man.
- Yeah?
(Ken exclaims)
Okay...
- Sorry about Mona.
She was a good woman.
- Yeah, she saved my life.
- Yeah, I know.
Now you have your answer, don't you?
- Answer to what?
- Why someone would give their life
for some undeserving piece of shit, huh?
(Ken chuckles)
- To save someone they love, right?
- Yeah.
You know what?
I always knew you'd fall
for the first hooker you
spend the night with.
(both chuckling)
- Fuck you. You're lucky
you're a cripple, right.
Otherwise, I'd beat your
fucking ass for that.
Fuck!
- Fuck!
- Take that.
- No, no, man.
- We're moving.
- Fucking go without me.
- No. No.
- Just go.
- I'm not leaving you here.
Do you understand me?
I'm not fucking leaving you here!
- The elevator, the lobby, the stairs,
all of it will be crawling
with armed assholes.
Just fucking go, man!
- That's why we're gonna
fortify our position.
- No, no!
- Just shut up-
(Kens screams overpower Sam's voice)
- We both know I'm dead already.
And if I can't get a hard
on, I might as well be.
(Ken growls)
Fuck!
(Ken pants)
- The good news is, you were
right about these sheets.
Real silk.
- What? Beirut again?
You fucking kidding me?
- Would you just have a little faith?
- Faith? No, it's not gonna work.
No!
(Sam sighs)
It's Tamara.
She's behind this.
- I know, I know.
- You know?
- That's why I was so
heated at you retiring.
I had a hunch that bitch
was gonna pull something.
Answer it. Answer it.
Hey Tam, you still hiring?
Looks like you could use a new team.
- [Tamara] Ken, you're still alive.
You're worse than a cockroach
and just as hard to kill.
But not impossible.
- You're such a cunt.
- [Tamara] (laughs) Well,
congratulations, gentlemen.
You've just levelled up.
- What the fuck are you talking about?
- Shit.
- [Tamara] Yes, shit.
Deep fucking shit.
I have clearance from up top.
You two are now high priority targets.
- You got to get out of here right now.
Go!
(electronic buzzing)
- That better not be what I think it is.
- [Tamara] Oh, yes it is.
- Go! Run!
Now!
- I'll draw his fire.
(gunfire popping)
(drone whirring)
(gunfire popping)
(drone beeping)
(Sam grunts)
Fuck.
(drone whirs)
(drone beeping)
(Sam yells)
(explosion booms)
(dramatic music)
(drone beeping)
(gunfire pops)
(drone whirs)
(drone beeping)
(gunfire pops)
(drone beeping)
(drone beeps)
(gunfire pops)
(explosion booms)
(drone static crackles)
(yells) Fuck you!
- Let's go. Move!
- All right, drone's down.
Took care of it.
Ken? Ken?
(sad music)
(Sam scoffs)
(Sam sighs)
(tense music)
(siren wailing in the distance)
(ominous tones)
Ah, shit.
Okay, Ken. Okay.
I'm in your hands now, brother.
Okay, let's go.
Oh, shit!
(Sam yells)
(sheet inflates)
Yeah! (exclaims)
Whoo, yeah!
It worked, baby. It worked!
Beirut, baby. Yeah.
Whoo!
You're a fucking legend.
(sheet ripping)
(Sam yells)
(sighs) Holy shit!
(Sam pants)
Okay, verification
received loud and clear.
Thank you, God.
(train horn blares)
(train PA chimes)
(man talking on PA in foreign language)
(phone rings)
- Samuel Carter Lorde,
as I live and breathe.
How the hell are you?
- Oh. I'm fine.
No thanks to you, Tamara Lucille Wright.
Where are ya?
- Wouldn't you like to know?
- Yeah, I would actually.
Um, although I'm guessing
shit must have been hitting all manner
and sizes of fans at the office.
How did you make it out?
- It was time to move on anyway.
Mm.
I'm a survivor, Sam.
I have a valued skill
set, and I'm no liability,
so I'll find something fun to do.
How about you?
- I guess you could say
I've found my true religion in a sense.
- [Tamara] You've gone all Jesusy.
I would never have guessed that from you.
- Nah, not Jesus, although I've
got nothing against the guy.
But no for me, it's, uh
more about karma these days.
- More specifically, karmic retribution.
See, I gotta make the world
a better place for the
next generation, Tam.
Rediscovered my faith.
- But you're still shooting, though.
So it's the same song,
just a different band.
- No, I don't work for anyone anymore.
It's just me now.
- Really?
- Yeah, really.
- [Guard] Ma'am, we need to go.
- And there is much to atone for.
But no sniping now either.
No, if I'm gonna do
some killing these days,
it's gonna be up close and personal.
You know, look them in the eye.
I mean, if something's worth doing,
it's worth getting your
hands dirty for, right?
Although that's something
you never really understood, is it Tam?
- Look, no, do you know
what you never understood?
Is that the real art is
not getting dirty at all.
- We'll see if you feel the same way
when you see me in person.
- Oh, Sam, by this time tomorrow,
I'm gonna be working for
some billionaire in Dubai.
You're not gonna get
within 1,000 miles of me.
- [Sam] That's really disappointing.
- Well, get used to it.
You're a dead man walking.
And you're on your own.
- [Sam] No, I'm not alone anymore.
No. I got responsibilities now.
But that doesn't matter.
Tam, one more thing.
- What's that?
- [Sam] You believe in God?
- (laughs) Good one.
Well, you know what they say.
- [Sam] Verify, then trust.
- I am a long way from verifying that.
- You know what, Tam,
you may be closer than you think.
- This is boring now, Sam. Goodbye.
(footsteps clicking)
(tense music)
(door closes)
(gunfire pops)
(gunfire pops twice)
- Come on.
(dramatic music)
Hey, all right.
Not now, not ever
You can't take me down, baby
Have faith, it's too late
You can't take me down
You're not smart, you're not clever
To break no storm or get weather
I have faith now
You can't take me down
So what you gonna do,
what you gonna say
Ain't no fucking way you gonna take me
Down
No way
Where you gonna go,
where you gonna run
Where you gonna hide
when I come for you
No way
No way
(pensive music)
Not now, not ever
You can't take me down, baby
Have faith, it's too late
You can't take me down
Sharp shooters, smooth talkers
Out in the world, shooting
down, doing the Lord's work
I have faith now
You can't take me down
You can't run, you can't hide
You can't fly away
No way
No way
Where you gonna go,
where you gonna run
Where you gonna hide
when I come for you
No way
No way
No, can't kill me, I'll swim
Can't push me away
Can't burn me, I'm gold
Won't do what I'm told
Ain't no way I'm done
Ain't no way you've won
Ain't no way, no way
Ain't no way, no way
So what you gonna do,
what you gonna say
Ain't no fucking way
You gonna take me
Down
No way
No way
Where you gonna go,
where you gonna run
Where you gonna hide
when I come for you
No way
No way
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