♪♪
Sync by _IMAN_
[footsteps approaching]
[man over radio] Red Star is on sight.
Headed due south. Payload is onboard.
Stepanenko has arrived.
Wait a second.
[speaking foreign language]
Oh, shit.
Stepanenko is not alone.
- Repeat, he's not... - [gunshot]
[woman screams]
Ahh!
Red Star is down. I need backup.
[screams]
They have the payload.
Where the fuck is my backup?
- Olga. It's me, it's me! - No! No!
- Martin? - You okay?
- What are you doing here? - You stay in the car, don't move.
♪♪
[grunts]
[speaking Russian]
Throw me the bag.
Let her go.
[speaking Russian]
I'll throw the bag when you let her go.
Just listen to me, all right?
You let her go, and you walk away,
that will be the end of it.
But if you do not, you are a dead man.
Throw me the fucking bag!
- [screams] - Whoa! Whoa!
[moaning]
[speaking Russian]
[sighs]
[coughs]
Twenty minutes. You all set?
Yeah, I'm good.
- What the hell is that? - Avocado salad, low-fat yogurt.
- I'm detoxing. - You're detoxing. What for?
- You're 12 years old. - So amazing.
You can clean out your whole body.
It works on your mind and your feelings and your life.
Everything changes for the better.
It's so powerful, do you know what I mean?
Sorry, am I boring you?
What did you say,sweetheart?
Never mind.
Listen. This Richie May.
He's got the range, but you got the power.
He's really tricky.
He's gonna keep you dancing at the end of his jab,
so you need to use your legs,create space and bide your time.
And when he gets tired, move in for the knockout.
Lees, I'm gonna do what I always do, okay?
I'm gonna walk him down,smash straight through him.
I don't think that will work, Dad.
Don't you worry about it,you leave it up to me.
- You're sure? - 'Course I'm sure.
Anyway, what is this,20 Questions? Go on.
[coughs]
[indistinct chatter]
What are the odds on the next match?
Bully Boy, 2.8.Richie May, 1.9.
2.8 for the Bull? You kidding me?
Richie May won the last K1 Grand Prix.
He kicked the shit out of The Fly and almost choked Garry Newman.
Bully Boy should be way over three.
2.8 it is.
- What's the minimum bet? - Fifty.
Oh, you're a real high roller, aren't you?
Here's 500. Richie May.
[indistinct chatter]
[crowd cheering]
Are you ready? Are you ready? Fight!
Haymaker! Haymaker!
[grunting]
He's got the range, use your legs!
- [muffled sounds] - Dad!
Can you fight?Look at me.Can you fight?
- Yeah! - [crowd cheering]
Stop! Come on, Dad!Come on!
It's time to stop!
Dad!
- [high-pitched ringing] - Dad!
[ringing continues]
[inaudible shouting]
[ringing fades]
You all right?
For the lady.
Better luck next time,Bully Boy.
What the fuck is that?
Did you bet against me?
I tried to warn you,
but you were clearly not listening.
Why would you do that?
Huh?
I don't know what's been up with you lately.
You've just not been... focused.
Lees. Lees!
[rock music plays]
[music plays on headphones]
[music continues loudly]
Oh, my God, I gotta see you.
[whooshing sound]
Babe, are you all right?
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to turn it on.
Just go, all right? Just go.
Baby.
- Look, I'm sorry, I didn't... - Just fucking leave!
- Just go! - All right.
[can clatters]
Ready?
Remember what I told you.
Dad, I've been thinking. You like it here, right?
It's all right.
I'm tired of moving all the time.
I think we should settle down here.
Open a restaurant or something.
What do you think?
You know whatI think, Lees.
I think we shouldkeep moving. You know?
That's the way we do it, right?Me and you, we're a team.
But why?
Look, you're notconcentrating, are you?
Do you remember what I saidabout aiming the gun?
Use these gun sights to aim.All right?
You don't look at the target,target's in the background,blurry.
You're still aimingat it, but it's these.
That's what you useto focus. Yeah?
Come on,you know what to do.Have another go.
I want to start school this fall.
What?
Lees, you're notconcentrating,are you? Focus.
Dad, I have to think about my future. I have to have a profession.
What, you wantan office job?Come on.
I'm not saying that.
I could be, like, a writer or an artist.
Oh, yeah. That's justwhat the world needs,is another artist.
Begging on the streetfor money.
"Please, please pay me,
pay me to expressmy innermost thoughts."
What have I always told you,Lees? It's to be independent.
Don't have to relyon anyone else.
But to be independent, I have to have skills.
You got plenty of skills.
I taught you everythingyou need to know.
After this summer, I'm starting school. That's it.
[newscaster] Police are investigating the sudden illness
of a Russian opposition activist named Sergei Skuratov.
Skuratov and his wife were found unconscious Sunday in New York's Central Park,
after attending the international summit...
- [increases volume] - ...on regime evolution in Russia.
This is a major incident.
We have determined that it was attempted murder
by administration of a nerve agent.
I will not--
Lees, I'm off to work.
Lees, off to work.
Be back late, okay?I've put you a pizzain the oven.
Frozen pizza again?
Do you ever listen to anything I say?
- I'm detoxing. - [door closes]
[dance music plays]
All right, break it up, lads! Right! I said break it up!
[grunting]
Enough! Okay? Break it up!
Get the fuck out of here!
Mate, what the fuckwas that all about?
You want the policeto turn up here again?
Sorry, I'm all right.
Listen to me.
Get your shit together.You hear me?
Sorry, mate.
Okay. Next.
That was quite an impressive display of anger management, Martin.
Purse on the tray.
Did you know that anger is always preceded by feelings of pain?
[sighs]
You should probablymind your own business,don't you, love?
Next.
We are in the same business. We need to talk.
[grunts]
[dance music plays]
You forgot this.
I'd be a bit more carefulwith my belongings if I was you,Ms. Stepanenko.
Interesting name, huh? What is it?
Russian?
Ukrainian.
You do remember my father, Egor, don't you?
You worked with him. The Gazette?
Kiev, 12 years ago? He told me you were
the best investigative reporter he'd ever met.
I think you might have meconfused with somebody else.
This was taken on my father's cell phone.
It was taken just a few days before he died.
My father,
his colleague Olga...
and this is you, right?
How did you find me?
I'm a journalist, just like my dad.
What do you want?
My father's mission is mine now.
Nothing has changed since he died.
Have you seen the latest news?
Look, what happenedto your father,that was a tragedy, but...
I need your help to get the files.
- Down! - [people screaming]
[screaming]
♪♪
- [siren wailing] - Sasha!
♪♪
Martin! You old fox.
Home at last. Been a long time, huh?
What's going on, Trevor?
Old lady throw you out again? Or CIA starting another war?
Just craving a little chitchat with an old buddy.
Why don't you sit down?
See you found the beer.
Pleased to meet you. John Edwards, MI6.
Heard a lot about you.
- You're bleeding. - Oh, don't worry.
Nothing serious, justa little intranasal tumor.Comes and goes.
Just can't seem to findthe time to schedulethe surgery, though.
I'd get on to that if I was you. Can't be too careful.
Wanna tell me what you're doing here in the middle of the night?
[Trevor] Alrighty. Let's get down to it.
We're here because of your little tête-à-tête with that cute reporter.
What exactly did you two discuss?
I don't know what to tell you, Trevor. I mean, I'm a bouncer.
You know, part of the jobdescription is yougotta talk to people.
When you quit MI6, we had an agreement.
You don't mess with our business, we don't mess with yours.
I told you then.
If you tried to get back in the game,
I'd take you out.
Now, did she mention the files?
It's 12 years ago, Trevor.
Why the fuck are you bringing it up now?
You know what happened. The Russians got the files.
Mission not accomplished.
Well, the reality turns out to be
a bit more complicated than that.
Please, enlighten me.
[Edwards] We're all worriedabout your health, Martin.
What's that supposed to mean?
They will find you.
The Hilton, yesterday morning.
He was less fortunate than you.
- Who is he? - [Edwards] One of our chaps.
Got too close to her.
They nabbed him by surprise.
The stakes havegone up, Martin.
The Russians have repeatedly used
nerve agent in the UK.
Now they've done it on our turf as well.
We consider this an act of war.
Work with us Martin, we'll protect you.
Otherwise, well...
you could end up with a new smile too.
Dad?
Lees, back to bed, please.
- Back to bed. - [Trevor] Lisa!
Last time I saw you, you were wearing a poopy diaper.
- Can't sleep. - You need to go back to bed, sweetheart, okay?
Some daughter you got there.
She's growing up fast. Looks just like her mother.
I look like myself.
Listen, Martin,
I get you don't givea rat's ass about the Russians.
Fine. But you realize those files
would probably expose the scumbag who betrayed us in Kiev.
[Edwards] If we find the rat in our network,
I promise you, he will face a firing squad.
Don't you want to know who's responsible for her mother's death?
- My mother was in an accident. - [Trevor] An accident?
- Trevor... - A car accident.
- You didn't tell her? - Tell me--
Right, that's enough. Get out. Lees! Lees!
Think about the traitor, Martin.
Wouldn't you just love to encourage his disappearance?
Trevor, I told you before,I'm out. Now, fuck off!
Very well. If there's ever anything you'd like to share with me,
you know where to find me.
Good seeing you again, Martin.
I'm sorry, Lees.I was gonna tell you.
- [sobbing] Go away. - Lees, honey, just...
- Will listen to me, please? - You lied to me.
I was gonna tell youwhen you were older.
Go away. Leave me alone.
Please, honey, just...
You lied to me.
♪♪
[woman laughing]
Promise me it willalways be like this.
- [Olga] Promise! - [Martin] All right, I promise.
- I promise. - [laughs] I don't believe you.
[Olga laughs]
[both laugh]
[thunder rumbles]
[newscaster] Today, American counterterrorism forces
took over the investigation.
There is widespread speculation
that the Skuratovs were poisoned.
[man on TV] Military toxicologists have concluded
that the Kremlin was most likely responsible
for this heinous act of terrorism on American soil.
Lees, pack your stuff, please.
What?
We're leaving.
Why do we have to leave?
- Dad? - Just do as I say, okay?
I don't want to leave. I want to stay here.
- Why is it always about-- - I haven't got time to argue with you!
Just pack your stuff!
[grunts]
[speaking Russian]
Wonderful.
Perfect profile for a secret agent.
[exhales sharply]
[groans, grunts]
[coughing]
All right, slow down. Just slow down, okay? You...
Whatever you wanna know...
I want the files.
What files? What are you talkingabout?
I don't know what files! Ah!
[groans]
Oh!
Fuck!
Where does she hide them?
You've got the fucking files!
I saw the guy take the shoulder bag
with my own fucking eyes! You've got the files!
No! No! Whoa, whoa, whoa! No!
[screams]
Fuck! Ah!
Maybe thisrefreshes your memory.
Okay, okay.
Sasha knows where the files are. I can get them for you.
She thinks I'm a journalist.
I used to work with her father. You know that, right?
I can get you files.
- You will get them. - Yes.
[beeping]
[speaking Russian]
I want the files and the reporter.
Dead or alive, I don't care.
You've got 24 hours.
[groans]
[whooshing sound]
[Olga] You will get her out.
Promise me. Promise me. Promise me.
[engine starts]
♪♪
Lisa.
Your father is collecting a present for me.
If you are nice, we will be nice.
You can order all candy, chips, soda you want, okay?
I want a berry smoothie.
Strawberries, blueberries,raspberries and two cupsof spinach.
[speaks Russian]
Do you like cartoons?
[babbling, cooing]
[seagulls squawk]
♪♪
[Edwards over radio] He's just parked at Shaftesbury Avenue, Soho.
Maxi Million Club.
He's in.
Go check it out.
When I tell you I'm out, that means I'm out.
[dance music plays]
- Hey, mate. - [bartender] Hey.
- Maxim around? - Who's asking?
Tell him Bully Boy'shere to see him.
Wow. Bully Boy.
Have a seat.
- Cognac? - I'm good.
So, what brings you down here in the middle of the night?
Are we okay to talk business?
Yeah, sure.
Go ahead.
I got a fight coming upwith this Armenian guy.
And the funny thing isthat the Russians
are talkingabout the Armenian guy
kicking the bucketduring the bout.
Bucket kicking? Like, you mean... die?
Apparently, there's a girlmixed up in this as well.
Ukrainian girl, blonde hair,phoenix tattoo on her neck.
Says she's a journalist.
Know anything about that?
Why should I know about her?
Well, because Ifound this.
In her wallet.
So?
So I think it's about timeyou quit the bullshit, Maxim.
Don't you?Where is she?
I don't like your tone, Bully Boy.
Sit down. Calm down.
How the fuck did you get that in here?
Came to see you,didn't she?
That's how she found me.
You are a dead man walking.
Get your phone out.
Get your fucking phone out.I'm not gonna ask you again.Do it.
[grunting]
[screaming]
♪♪
Look at that. He's in close, but he can't get a punch in,
so he ties his opponent's arms and pushes him back at the same time.
See how he pushes Spence back on the ropes?
A lot of fighters get uncomfortable in that situation.
Especially Shawn Spence.
So you think this Smokin' Joe will win?
Oh, yeah. I'd put cash on him,
70/30 odds, at least.
There he goes. Oh!
That hurt!
What did I tell you? Wish I'd put money on that.
You put money?
[train rattling]
[muffled shouting]
♪♪
I'm here to help you.
Your father was my friend.I'm not gonna letthe same thing happen to you.
- Give me your phone. - Why?
How do you thinkI found you?
Take this. It's safe.
You do know what we're up against, right?
They don't scare me.
I want those files published.
To avenge your father's death?
Yes. And all the others.
I found his log book.
The last entrywas about a meeting witha woman he called Red Star.
Red Star hadcollected evidenceof a chemical weapons program.
She had gotten holdof the formula for Novichok.
She even had samples of it.
Your father didn't tell me that.
Red Star thought itwas too risky to bringthe files to the meeting,
so she put them in a bank.
- She put them in a bank? - Yes.
- Where is this bank, Sasha? - I'm the only one who knows.
The address of the bankwas in his log book.
I burned it.
[speaking Russian]
Red Star wanted to givemy father the codeto the safe deposit box.
[woman speaking Russian]
Shit.
Very smart.
I need your helpto get the code.
♪♪
[beeps]
For fuck's sake,taking a nap while on duty?
[phone vibrates]
[Martin] Let it ring.
Turn around,don't you look at me.
Let me see your hands.
- Who are you? - Don't you worry about that.
Log into the CIA system.
[stammers] We're just a trading company.
- Don't know what you think-- - If you don't want me to blow your brains out
all over this nice monitor,I'd do as you're told.
[beeping]
Whoa, whoa, whoa.What you doing?
What you doing?I know your game.
You got a real passwordand a fake one, yeah?
Let me suggest something.Put the real one in.
[exhales]
[typing]
Okay. Operation Red Star.
I wanna see everythingyou've got.
Keep going.12 years ago, Kiev.
♪♪
Okay.
All right, stop.
There's a handwritten note.Yellow handwritten note.
- [cell phone rings] - Yeah?
A van just pulled up outside.
Men with guns.
Get out of there.
It's encrypted. I don't have access.
Print it. Everything.
[printer whirring]
Is it printing or not?
- Yeah, it's coming. - Come on.
Get up! Move!
- Where's the escape route? - The what?
- The fucking escape route! - On the back wall!
- Where is it? - [grunts]
Martin!
What's going on?
I've got a hostage here.
Martin, let's talkabout this, shall we?
Come on. If you have a gun, just put it down.
We don't want anyone getting hurt.
You hear me? Martin?
Martin, I'm coming in.
Two! Down! Let's go.
♪♪
Game over, mate.Slowly up.
[grunting]
[groaning]
- Ah! - [groans]
[grunting]
[panting]
[grunting]
Jig's up, Martin.
[grunting]
[screaming]
[groaning]
One on him.
- What took you so long? - Drive.
♪♪
[speaking Russian]
[sighs]
You're telling me MI6, CIA, they're all after us?
It's not even our main concern.
[sighs]
You're not like any reporter I've ever met.
That's 'cause I'm the best, right?
Isn't that what your father said?
[phone vibrates]
- Fuck! - What's wrong?
They've changed the encryption.
[vehicles approaching]
Martin!
You're surrounded!
Come out with your hands above your head.
We will use force.
Final warning, Martin.
Good. Very good.
Now move forward.
Slowly.
Tell your men to put their guns down.
Do as I say or I'll kill him.
The files you're looking for are in a bank.
Martin has the code to the vault in his head.
He's the only one who knows it.
Now you tell me, shall I blow his brains out?
That would just break my heart there, Sasha.
- Am I? - For chrissake, Trevor!
Tell them to put their guns down, now!
Come on, please.
I'm the only one who knows the location of the bank.
Calm down.
Three...
You're bluffing.
[laughs] Two...
Sasha. Sasha. What are you doing?
- One! - Okay, okay.
♪♪
- [engine starts] - [Martin] I told you,
he wants those files more than anything.
[Trevor] Wake up!
[rock music plays on headphones]
What did he want?
You guys seem to know each other pretty well.
- Who? - [tires squealing]
Don't play games with me, Martin.
You know who I'm talking about.
He said it was a handwritten note. Yellow paper.
I could only print the encrypted version.
I'm sure you got a lotof questions, Sasha,
but you're just gonnahave to trust me, okay?
When was the encryptionlast updated?
- Uh, six months ago. - Huh. Good.
Then he doesn't havewhat he was looking for.
Look, believe me,I'm as scared as you are.
I'm not scared.
Did anyone everfollow up on this?
Yeah, but the number is not registered to any network.
Hey, mate. Fancy a joyride?
Not a phone number.The fucking codeto the vault.
Print it out.
What do we do now?
- Got a credit card? - Yes.
Get it out.
Time to set a trap.
- [Sasha] A trap? - [Martin] Yes.
Trevor's got the code to the vault.
So let's lead him to the honeypot.
- Give me status. - He's close.
[boys cheering]
[tires screech]
We've lost him.
[indistinct PA announcement]
Oh, sorry! Excuse me.
Sorry, I really wasn't looking where I was going, was I?
Sorry.
It's British. Gonna be all right with that?
We got a hit.
Sasha just booked two tickets to Moscow.
A hotel in the city center. I'll make some calls.
Don't bother.They're not going to Moscow.
He's not that stupid.
Check all outbound flights from every airport
within a hundred mile radius for a passenger named Sasha Stepanenko.
- Check the trains too. - What about Martin?
You seriously think he'd travel under his own name?
Give me all the securitycamera footage
from every airportin London.
♪♪
That's pretty.Is it really yours?
Your bracelet.
[man on TV] It is now clear that Sergei Skuratov and his wife Yulia
were poisoned by a military grade nerve agent
of a type Russia has developed in the past.
It's one of a group of nerve agents known as Novichok.
[Tatyana] I hope you have good news for me.
I know where the files are.
I'm gonna need more time.
Listen, if you're trying to trick me,
you will not win. You understand me?
Nobody's trying to trick anyone here, okay?
The files are in Kiev. Sasha is taking me there now.
We're close. I just need a little more time.
How do I know this is true?
Well, do you want the files or not?
Say hello to your father.
- Dad? - Sweetheart, you all right?
How are you doing?
Okay, I guess. I'm having a pedicure.
- When will you come? - That's enough.
I want to speakto him more. He misses me.
I'm sure he does.
You have no children, do you?
If you were a mother,you wouldn't do this.
You think you know me?
If you had kids, I bet they'd hate you.
You think you are an intelligent girl, right?
Good. Let me tell you a story about your father and your mother.
You know what he did?
Your father told her he was a journalist.
He pretended to love her, but he was really a spy.
So my question is, intelligent girl,
what are you for him?
Accident, maybe?
Or maybe you good for cover.
You don't know shit.I was born out of love.
- He told me. - Okay, we are finished.
We can't be late for the fight.
Bingo! They're on a flight to Kiev.
[Trevor] All right.
Get in touch with our Ukrainian friends.
Ask for Colonel Zelenko, send him that picture.
Tell him I want him to keep a close eye on them.
Come on. Get your ass in gear. Let's go.
♪♪
[speaking Ukrainian]
We'd like to rent a car.
[man sings in foreign language]
[speaks Ukrainian]
Is something wrong?
I haven't been heresince he died.
♪♪
[man on TV] We ended our chemical weapons program in 1992.
We eliminated all the chemical weapons that existed in Russia.
Martin, look.
But at the same time we are very suspicious
of everything that's happened around this provocation against Russia.
And naturally, we want to know the truth.
The Russians' position in this case is becoming increasingly bizarre.
You know what the next step is?
They're gonna start blaming the Americans.
You remind meof my father.
Your father was a very brave man.
And very stubborn.
Little bit like you.
Why did you leave Kiev?
I lost someone too.
A woman?
She died?
♪♪
[Olga] Never get personally involved during a mission, Martin.
[echoing] That leads to failure, remember?
We don't want that.
[TV playing]
You were right.
He won with a knockoutin the third round.
How do you know that?
What happened to my mother?
Forget about that.
No, tell me. I want to know.
I can't tell you. You should ask your father.
Tell me.
Your mother was in a dangerous situation.
Your father tried to save her.
- She got hit. - Hit?
- By a bullet. - Who did it?
Did he?
It was an accident, Lisa.
♪♪
[phone rings]
[Martin on voicemail] Sorry, I can't getting to the phone right now,
but please leave a message.
I'm in Kiev, waiting for your call.
♪♪
[Martin] So far, so good.
You sure you're ready for this?
[speaking Ukrainian]
♪♪
[beeps]
[beeps, door unlocks]
First corridor on the left after the security gates,
then down the stairs,
second right, then third right.
- There's a security guard. - Yeah.
Looks like the bait worked, stay where you are.
[speaking Ukrainian]
Ah!
- [alarm blaring] - What's going on?
We'll take care of it, sir. It won't take long.
Whoa, whoa.Show me the vault.
- But there's an emergency, sir.- Take me to the fucking vault.
♪♪
I'll take it from here.
[speaking Ukrainian]
[alarm continues]
[Martin] Nice of you to turn upto the picnic, Trevor.
Well, well, well.
You're gettingpredictable, buddy.
Put the gun on her and shoot her if you have to.
Get inside.
Nice of you to bring itin person, Trevor.
Punch in the code.I know you've got it on you.
You give me too much credit.
You want me to feel you up?
What is it, Martin?
Quick trade with the Russians?
A little revenge on your former employer?
- What? - Just do it.
Your new girlfriend, she recruited you to the people's cause.
Cozy little bedtime publishing deal?
Look, enough of your bullshit.Just open it.
[beeping]
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
What if it's set as a trap? Think about it.
Red Star was FSB. What if she wanted to fuck us over?
Stop! There's Novichok inside!
Sasha?
We good?
Tell them to back up!
All the way down the hallway!
Do it or I'll fucking kill him!
You just signed your own death warrant, man.
Agency's gonna have a hard-on for you.
- You think so, do you? - [laughs]
I'll take my chances.
Hey, Sasha. You trust this guy?
Like your father did? You know, 12 years-- ooh!
♪♪
This way.
[grunts]
[sirens wailing in distance]
[tires screeching]
[sirens wailing]
♪♪
- This looks bad. - It's a scratch.
Bullet went straight through.I was lucky.
Ukrainian medicine, best there is.
This might sting a bit, but you're a big boy, right?
Do it. [groans]
Sasha, what are you doing?
You're one of them.
- I can explain. - Don't move.
I swear I'll shoot you.
If you shoot me,you're gonna killmy daughter too.
The Russians have got her.
- [groans] - Don't move!
You're full of shit.
It's the truth.
I need those files, okay?
My daughter's lifedepends on it.
I know you wantto expose the peoplethat killed your father.
And I get that,I really do.
But do the endsjustify the means?
You seriously think I believe you?
Just ask yourself this, okay?
Would your father sacrificethe life of a little girl?
You don't know shit about my father!
Oh! [grunts]
[engine starts]
[whooshing sound]
[Olga] Never get personally involved during the mission.
[echoing voice] You will get her out. We don't want that.
Promise me? Promise me?
[echoing voices]
- That leads to failure. - Olga?
- We don't want that. Failure. - Olga.
Failure.
[phone vibrating]
Yeah?
[Tatyana] Martin.
You have what I want?
Yeah.
Yeah, I've got what you want.
Files and reporter?
Yeah. Yeah, I wanna talk to Lees.
Here, talk to your father.
Dad.
When are you coming to get me?
I love you, sweetheart.
Dad, you sound weird.
Just don't ever forget that I love you, all right?
Dad?
You're worrying me.
All right, Martin. We meet at 10pm.
No funny games.
[groans, winces]
[phone rings]
Why do you always have to ruin my day?
Trevor, I need your help.
Martin Baxtor, asking for help?
- This is a treat. - They've got her.
The Russians have got Lisa,
and they're gonna kill her.
If I don't get the case to them by 10pm tonight, she's dead.
Where's the case?
She fucked you over, didn't she?
And now you want me to help you get it back
and give it to the Russians?
♪♪
Deal is still on the table.
But you know how the game is played.
Tell me where you are.
Martin?
♪♪
Miss. I need to know if you have got a tracking device installed in your vehicles.
- In this case, we should call-- - Please, calm down.
Are there tracking devices installed in the vehicles?
- Tell me where the fucking thing is now! - Okay!
In the name of Tyner. Alison Jane Tyner.
It's parked at Pasazhyrskyi,the central train station.
[tires screech]
Move!
Sasha!
Sorry.
[woman on P.A., indistinct]
[gasps, grunts]
Shh! Shh! Shh!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
♪♪
[engine starts]
[Olga] You've done well, Martin.
You've used all your skills to get what we want.
I know you have feelings for the reporter.
But she's not important.
Just collateral damage.
Testing, testing.Check, check.Do you hear that?
- Testing. - [yelps]
[Olga] What is important is you,
our daughter, and our mission.
I love you so much, Martin.
♪♪
[Martin] I'm not armed.
I'm gonna get my phone out of my pocket, okay?
What did I tell you? No fucking games.
I'm gonna send you a link.
- [beeping] - It's a link to a video stream.
Just open it.
[Sasha panting]
The files are in that case.
Once Lisa is safe, I'll send you the address.
She can hear you.
Sasha.
[speaking Ukrainian]
♪♪
It was the bracelet of my daughter.
What does it say?
Masha.
Thank you.
Now go.
[speaking Russian]
It's all gonna be over soon, sweetheart.
I promise.
♪♪
[speaking Russian]
Saksahanskoho Street 97,first floor.
[speaking Russian]
♪♪
Now!
Move!
[screams]
Stay down!
[gun clicks]
[speaking Russian]
- [screams] - You all right, sweetheart?
♪♪
Martin, you know what I want.
- I've got it! - Don't do it, Martin!
- [speaking Russian] - Publish the files!
[groaning, wincing]
No matter what happens to me...
you stay here, all right, sweetheart?
[sobbing] Dad, no. Don't.
You stay here.
Dad! Stop!
Let her go, and I'll throw you the case!
Throw me the fuckin' files!
[Sasha] Don't do it!
- Ah! - Dad!
- Dad, Dad! [sobbing] - [groaning]
[speaking Russian]
[gunshot]
[breathing shakily]
♪♪
Lisa, are you all right?
Lisa.
We need to get him to a doctor.
[sirens wailing]
Sasha!
Hold out the case
and walk over here slowly.
There's no way out, Sasha.
[gunshots]
[sobbing]
♪♪
[dog barks in distance]
[dogs barking]
Hi, Dad. It's me.
[coughing]
Dad?
- [sighs] - Are you okay?
I'm okay. [sniffs]
I'm okay now, seeing you.
So how they treating you? Your foster mom?
- Good. - Yeah?
She makes me soupfor lunch.
Borscht.It's pretty good.
I bought her a TV.And a laptop.
- Yeah? - Her daughter Marina lives in Moldovia.
They can now talk onlineto each other.
- Marina's really sweet. - Hang on a second.
You bought her a TV and a laptop?
Where'd you get that kind of money?
- I earned it. - You earned it?
Well, that Russian lady,she was kinda weird.
She was crazy about gambling,but she didn't knowanything about boxing.
So I offeredmy services, 50/50.
[laughs] You partnered up with her?
Yeah. I ran the numbersand she put up the money.
And we won...a lot, actually.
[laughs]
You always were the cleverest.
Come here.
I've missed you.
I missed you.
[sobbing] Dad?
Yeah?
She told me whatreally happened to Mom.
She said you triedto save her.
It was an accident.
I just didn't know how to tell you that.
I didn't want you to hate me.
It's okay, Dad,it's okay.
I haven't been a very good father, have I?
You're not that bad.
- I love you. - I love you too.
We're a team, remember?You and me.
We're a team.
We are.
Taxi for Boryspil Airport.
Get me out of this godforsaken place.
Lisa?
You all right?
Does that name look familiar?
That's just a copy. The original is in a safe place.
If anything happens to me or my dad,
it'll be sent to all the right people.
I know you'll find a way to get him out of here.
♪♪
[Sasha] Dear Lisa, I hope you're doing fine
and the foster mother takes good care of you.
I will always be grateful to you for saving my life.
Inside this envelope, you will find the name
of the double agent in the CIA-MI6 network.
Please be careful.
Remember, when you live among wolves,
you must behave like one.
Your friend, Sasha Stepanenko.
[indistinct shouting]
[shouting]
[newscaster] Online publication of the files in Russia
has led to the largest public protests in years.
Sasha Stepanenko,
you've madethese files public.
The first responsefrom the Kremlin
is that the filesare "fake news."
What is your responseto that?
If it's fake news,
why don't they permit inspections
of the chemical weapons lab in central Russia?
It's like we're back in Communist times.
The extermination program was focusing on opposition activists
and journalists, like my father.
But this isn't just a Russian problem.
The concept of objective truthis being threatened everywhere.
It is really important that we,the international press,
stand together, unified for free speech.
If not, lies will be our history.
[birds chirping]
- You all right, Lees? - Yeah
- You hungry? Yeah? - Yeah.
So what about journalism? It's a pretty cool profession, isn't it?
I don't know, it's mainly behind a desk.
I mean, at the end of the day you're just gonna be stuck
behind a computer, aren't you?
Yeah. But you get to travel,get to meet people,
- things like that. - Travel?
- Yeah. - What's the pay like?
Oh, come on, Lees! It's not all about money, is it?
- [Lisa] I could cover boxing. - [Martin] Yeah, you could.
And you could also cover, I don't know, the National Ballet.
[knock on door]
[Martin] Kitchen is closed. We shut at 11.
We're open again...
[speaking Russian]
♪♪
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