[RAMMSTEIN'S "FEUER FREI"
PLAYING]
[CURSING IN RUSSIAN]
[DIALS CELL PHONE]
[SINGING IN GERMAN]
[TALKING ON CELL PHONE]
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
He stole the chip, he's inside.
I see him.
Kirill.
Time to work.
FEMALE VOICE:
Op-sec Three: Yellow.
Op-sec Four: Orange.
Op-sec Five: Red.
And at 0030 hours,
the mission deviated
from the set parameters.
It wasn't part of the plan
for our agent to get
shot in the back.
Identity confirmed.
DONNAN: McGrath was uploading
data when he was killed.
Take a look at this. I'm not
sure yet exactly what it is.
That's a fragment
of a complex molecule.
Gibbons.
We think it's a link
to a Soviet bioweapon
called "Silent Night."
James, what the hell
is he doing here?
I called him in.
We've lost three agents already.
You could use the help.
Your agents were killed
by this group, Anarchy 99.
They're ex-military.
They can smell the training
on our agents a mile away.
Sir, I think it's time
we tried something new.
[TYPING]
These guys aren't ours.
Who are they? CIA?
No, civilians.
Convicts, mercs, contract killers.
The best and brightest
of the bottom of the barrel.
They're the scum of the earth.
They're programmable,
expendable, and they work.
I think it's our best shot.
Do we want to drop another
mouse in the snake pit?
Or send our own snake
and let him crawl in?
[CAR HORN HONKING]
Come on, Pepe.
This is unbelievable.
Hello?
Well, hello, it's about time.
Now, listen,
were you coming from Tijuana?
I don't mean to be rude.
Keep it out of the sun.
I don't want the paint to fade.
Do you understand English?
I pay enough for you people.
Come on, Janelle.
You're going to love this place.
Dick, how are you?
Who's driving my car?
Senator Hotchkiss.
California state senate.
Listen, somebody
just stole my car.
You, in the red Corvette.
Pull over immediately.
Yeah, yeah.
These monkeys are following me
because I took this car.
Obviously the car doesn't belong
to me, it's not my style.
It belongs to Dick,
Dick Hotchkiss,
a California state senator.
You remember Dick.
He tried to ban rap music
because he feels the lyrics
promote violence.
It's music, Dick.
He also wants to pull
every video game
off every shelf in the country
because he feels
that the video games
diminish the intelligence
of our youth.
Oh, come on, Dick.
It's the only education we got.
You're a bad man.
You know what we do to bad men.
We punish them.
Dick, you've just entered
the Xander zone.
Okay, I'm coming in hot
with a side of bacon.
Go, go, go, go, go, go.
Pull it. Pull it.
Yes.
Go get the cameras. Go. Go. Go.
Moral is, don't be a dick, Dick.
You guys got the cameras?
All right, let's go, let's go.
Peace out.
Outstanding.
Thank you.
What's up?
You invited these people?
Of course not.
That's my dog. What's up?
Today was off the hook.
You're psycho, bro.
Psycho? That was
off the chain, man.
Yo, yo, yo.
What is up with that crazy trick
that we've been hearing about?
My Superman seat-grab
barrel roll?
Word.
I'm still working on it.
You're a hard guy
to get ahold of, Xander Cage.
You know, an athlete like you
should really
have his own video game.
Jordan King.
I can make it happen.
I'm going to hold on to this
for later.
You do that.
You know he's not
going to sell out.
That's why
he is who he is.
So you need to relax.
Who invited you, anyway?
- Excuse...
- Shut up.
Listen, this is for real.
I can get us an advance
on Internet presales.
So you need to go
to Pago Pago or something.
Get some girls, do them all.
I don't care. Go on vacation.
It's Bora Bora, J.
I got enough girls here.
Since when did you care
so much about money?
I need you to lay low
till the heat's off.
I got an underground
website to run.
I got tapes to make. I can't
do that with you in jail.
Did you see that?
I don't care.
Listen to me.
I'm untouchable.
STORM TROOPERS:
Get out. Go, go, go.
Come on, let's go. Move.
Okay, okay,
I'll turn down the music.
It was only a Corvette.
[BELL RINGS]
MAN 1: Let's go, baby.
Your order's getting cold.
WOMAN:
More coffee?
MAN 2: Can you give me
some hash browns?
WOMAN:
Sure. No problem.
Make them sloppy.
I like them runny.
How did I get here?
Two big guys dropped you off
10 minutes ago.
Told me to look after you.
Want coffee? You look
like you could use some.
You all right?
Fine.
I said, you got a problem, boy?
No. No problem.
- Nobody make a move.
- Nobody move.
Just couldn't let him leave.
Keep your goddamned mouth shut.
Keep still or I'll make sure
you stop breathing.
Empty the goddamn register.
Empty that register.
Get back.
Get back. Get back.
[CLAPPING]
Well done, Mr. Cage.
Who the hell are you?
The name's Gibbons.
Augustus Gibbons.
You seem upset.
Is there a problem?
What is this place?
Looks like a diner.
That's clever.
You almost had me going there
for a while.
I was a bit groggy before,
then I started noticing things.
Like, you got a stockbroker
over here, all dressed up
reading the Financial Times
on a Sunday morning
when the market's closed.
Unlikely, but okay,
I can go with that.
I could even go
with the stickup man
packing a cop-issue Beretta.
But you want to know
where you blew it?
With her.
My aunt was in the restaurant
business all her life.
There's no way a career waitress
comes to work in high heels.
She'd have blisters the size
of pancakes before lunch.
And if she ain't real,
then this whole thing ain't real.
That's how I knew this bozo
wouldn't get a shot off
even if we waited
till St. Patrick's Day.
Because there's nothing
but blanks in these guns.
Oh, and no offense,
but their performances
were terrible.
That's good. That's very good.
Okay, it's your turn,
pretty boy.
What the hell is going on here?
It was a test, Mr. Cage,
that you aced.
He seems to have
a poor attitude.
Excuse me?
Should we throw him back?
Hell, no. I love his attitude.
Let's take this
to the next level.
Get on the Sat-Com.
Take what to the next level?
Yo.
I want everybody out
in 10 minutes.
I don't play this game.
Get Mike a doctor.
We don't want him looking like me.
Shut him up.
Don't forget to pay
for my win...
Why is it always the assholes
who pass the tests?
You guys haven't been
to any diners lately, huh?
VIRG:
Diner finalists.
XANDER:
What, no coffee?
- Oh, yeah. Here comes the ROTC.
- Here we go.
Where's my peanuts?
Oh, nice.
Can you ask for the stewardess?
RADIO:
Standing by to deploy drogue.
Roger. Opening door,
deploying drogue parachute.
VIRG: This is going to hurt.
T.J.: What the hell is this?
Release drogue now.
Roger.
This ain't right.
None of this is right.
I live for this shit.
Whoo! Not bad.
Let's do that again.
[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]
Holy shit. This is Colombia.
Cocaine, man.
They're coke plants.
No keys.
VIRG:
What the hell are you doing?
You know what this shit's
worth on the street?
T.J.:
What now? Is this another test?
Let's go across the river.
Yeah, good idea. Good idea.
Guess you monkeys
are too good for me.
I guess I failed this test.
You guys got something to drink?
Nice to see you again, fellas.
[MUFFLED]
Yeah, you too.
Boy, they went all out
on this one, huh?
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
You've got to be kidding.
[LAUGHTER]
Okay, funny guys.
I'll show you what we do
when you get in our business.
What? Hog-tie us and force us
to listen to your bad accent?
No.
Cut off their
Achilles tendon
and watch them flop around
like a marionette.
Unless you have
something to tell me,
something I need to know?
Uh, okay. You're short.
[LAUGHTER]
[MUFFLED]
My friend says you could use
a haircut to update your style.
Get off me.
Shut up!
Two seconds ago,
you told us to talk.
Now it's "Shut up"?
I don't mean to nitpick,
but you're the worst
at this torture thing.
You slap me again, I'm going
to throw you a beating.
Boy, I hope they're paying you
extra for this.
You know what, funny guy?
Maybe I'll cut off
your nose first, huh?
Funny guy.
What's funny is, this actually
smells like real blood.
I hope you like it,
because it's the last thing
you're going to smell.
[MUFFLED]
I'm hit. I'm hit. I'm hit.
Virg. Give me a hand.
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
This is the Colombian army.
Give up, you're surrounded.
Try to walk, T.J.
Try to walk.
Virg! Get out here!
To hell with this.
Every man for himself.
I'm going to get us some wheels.
Hang in there.
Good luck.
The guy on the bike,
that's the drug lord.
Let's get him.
T.J.!
X! I'm over here. X!
There he is!
We toasted his ass!
I got us a bike.
Pussies!
Look who it is.
Frankenstein.
Uncuff me so I can beat
the shit out of you.
Relax, X, you just graduated
at the head of your class.
What are you talking about?
You almost got us killed.
We knew the Colombian army
was moving in.
Excuse me?
It was my idea to send you
as a decoy...
You're pretty fast
for an old man.
Get up.
Walk with me.
You know, I believe that
under the right circumstances,
a man can change.
For instance, last night you
exhibited courage, leadership
and willingness to protect
a man you hardly knew.
So give me a medal.
I'd rather give you a job.
Look at me. Do I look like
a fan of law enforcement?
This is your lucky day, Xander.
This is your chance
to pay your Uncle Sam
for all the wonderful
freedoms you enjoy.
The job's not that difficult.
I want you to meet people
and find out whatever
you can about them.
What type of people?
Dangerous, dirty,
tattooed, uncivilized.
Your kind of people.
Hold up.
My kind of people would say:
"Kiss my ass, Scarface."
This is usually
where I'd take out my gun,
press it to your temple
and ask you very politely
to do what I want.
But you're not afraid of death.
That puts us in a quandary.
We better call this a day, then.
Not just yet.
You ever watch lions at the zoo?
You can tell which
were captured in the wild
by the look in their eyes.
The wild cat.
She remembers running
across the plain,
the thrill of the hunt.
Four hundred pounds of killing
fury, locked in a box.
But after a while,
their eyes start to glaze over
and you can tell
their soul has died.
The same thing
happens to a man.
Leavenworth Federal Penitentiary
is no joke.
They'll take a wild man like you
and throw him in solitary just for fun.
No more mountains to board,
no more oceans to surf.
Just a 6-by-8 cell
with no window
and only a bucket to shit in.
You can avoid that
by doing me this favor.
You don't have shit on me.
I notice you have three X's
tattooed on the back of your neck.
I think that's rather appropriate,
since you're looking at three strikes.
Grand theft auto,
reckless endangerment,
and that little bridge
stunt of yours
makes you a three-time loser.
Maybe you ought to call
yourself "Triple X."
But if you do what I want,
I'll make all your
transgressions go away
and let you get back to that
pathetic excuse of a life.
Or you think maybe
I should be like you?
Get all shot up for
the old Stars and Stripes.
I bet that flag is a real comfort
every time you look in the mirror.
A small price I paid for putting
foot to ass for my country.
So, what's it going to be, Triple X?
You want to get on a plane,
or is "Kiss my ass, Scarface"
your final answer?
Yo. What's your name, slick?
My name is Ivan.
Ivan? What's your name, buddy?
My name is Ivan.
You're both Ivan?
[SPEAKING CZECH]
Take a seat.
[SPEAKING CZECH]
Idiots! Where is the American agent?
This is him, Sir.
We better order another body bag.
Guys, what's up?
I told you to sit down.
I've just been on a plane for 12 hours.
I think I'll stand.
My name is Milan Sova,
Czech secret police.
Here, you are under
my jurisdiction.
You take my orders,
you do what I say.
If you become any kind of an
inconvenience, I'll shoot you.
That's great.
Is this where I'm staying?
You are here because your government
is putting pressure on mine.
This is an internal Czech affair
that you are interfering with.
I will warn you once:
Don't shit in my lawn.
Get whatever information
your government seeks...
and get out.
Let's get this straight.
You may not want me here,
but I definitely
don't want to be here.
Two, I've never been
under anyone's jurisdiction.
And three, if you're going
to shoot anybody
shoot that monkey
that sold you the suit.
Now, I'm tired.
I'm going to sleep.
Be ready in three hours.
Everybody in this club
has two things in common:
They're filthy rich
and they're criminals.
I'll fit in perfect, except
for the filthy rich part.
Remember, we don't
know each other.
I wish we didn't.
[TECHNO MUSIC PLAYS]
XANDER: Can I get
a cranberry club soda?
Throw this back there?
I'll tip you something.
Put it in the back.
How much? Do I get a ticket?
That's them. Anarchy 99.
You see the guy on the couch?
That's Yorgi. He's the leader.
He owns this club
and five others like it.
All, how do you say, cash cows.
American?
Hey, guys, I'm American.
I'm going to see Yorgi. Yorgi.
Hey, Yorgi.
I hear you're the guy...
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
I heard you're the guy
to talk to about cars.
Take yourself outside.
Take myself outside? I'm just...
Okay. I'm not welcome.
Guess you'd rather have cops
in your club.
[SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN]
Want to talk?
Hey, you silly boy.
Come with me
and show me the cop
and don't be mistake.
See that guy there, with the
suit made out of motel drapes?
That's a cop.
Is there a problem?
I just had a drink, you know?
I already paid.
I'm going to give
a big tip, you know?
So, what is this all about?
I've done nothing.
You've done nothing?
Who do you work for?
I work in a bank. So what?
You've got to be...
What are you doing?
Stop it. Stop it.
What's that, your bus pass?
Czech 5-0. Czech 5-0.
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
Leave my club.
How did you know?
How did I...?
When he was paying for his drinks, he
was flashing his badge to half the bar.
Cops like plague.
No matter how many you pay,
there's always another
with his hand out.
I'm from the streets.
I know cops, believe me.
I appreciate you bringing
this to our attention.
My question to you is why?
No one likes cops
crashing their party.
I figure, I do you a solid,
we could talk.
[SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN]
I just want to buy cars, man.
Is this guy going
to hump my leg?
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
What's your name?
Xander Cage.
I knew it.
You are amazing on snowboard,
motorbike, everything.
You're awesome.
Thank you, man.
My brother is crazy too,
and a great admirer of yours.
He has seen your tapes
many times.
Now we can talk business.
This way, please.
Yelena.
Welcome to the Xander zone.
Now, that's funny. That's funny.
Sit down, Mr. Cage.
My friends call me X.
So, X, what exactly
are you wanting?
Ferraris, high-end pasta rockets,
10 to start.
This car, number 10,
will be very
difficult to find in Europe.
Oh, yeah.
That one's for me.
I put it in there to get
something out of the deal.
Well, you certainly
know your cars.
Yeah. Cars, bikes, boards.
You name it.
I like anything fast enough
to do something stupid in.
Yes.
Ten cars is hardly
worth the effort.
A lousy 1.5 million, U.S.
Now, hold on a second.
The American buyers I represent,
to them, 10 cars
is an appetizer.
And it's a mil max, sister.
How about a million four?
I was thinking more
like a mil two.
Do you know what
a wire transfer is?
Is she for real?
Sweetheart, is there anything
you need to do?
Let us big boys
have a conversation.
"Conversation," a word
with four syllables.
Do you want some ice
before your brain overheats?
Ice. Yeah, you could chisel
some off your heart,
if you could find it.
Okay. This would work
a lot faster, princess,
if I had an account number.
You have 48 hours
to complete the transfer.
Don't waste my time.
Oh, I wouldn't dream of it.
I might throw in
a couple extra bucks
and send you
to charm school.
[TSKS]
Now that business is finished,
we party.
[SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN]
Bitches, come.
[RINGING]
Yeah?
Holy shit, I thought this
was a cell phone.
Have a nice rest?
Dial it down.
I got to sleep an hour ago.
You were given a specific list
of cars. Who told you to alter it?
The cars on that list sucked.
They would've seen through it.
You guys should
switch travel agents.
I got that info you wanted.
Hang on a second.
You guys ready for this?
Names, birthdays,
ranks in the Red Army.
Favorite foods?
How did you get this?
Kolya, Yorgi's younger brother,
happens to be an action sports fanatic.
So naturally, he's a fan.
When you kill a bottle of vodka
in three swigs, you'll talk.
I got something else.
What?
Their personal
bank account number.
Where the hell
did I put that thing?
Okay.
Stolen cars, nightclubs,
prostitution, extortion.
What's the big deal? We got
criminals like this in the U.S.
Your job is to gather intel,
not ask questions.
Well, I did my job, thank you.
I'm coming home.
Not just yet.
You're a victim
of your own success.
I want you to get closer
to these guys.
They're cool, but not that cool.
Go deeper.
I'll send a guy with
a care package to help you.
I thought we had a deal.
You change the cars,
I change the deal.
Do this for me,
you can come home.
If you're going to send
someone to save the world,
make sure they like it
the way it is.
I have a really firm chest.
I bench, like, 225.
[SPEAKING CZECH]
Like, bench.
Weight room. Bye.
That's him.
Wait. You're Triple X?
You're the care package?
That's right.
Agent Toby Lee Shavers.
Come on.
You have to rate high
to get Gibbons to send this stuff.
I kind of wish
I was going with you,
field agent, mixed up in the fury
of the situation.
That's crazy, man. License to kill,
death, destruction, mayhem.
Got a gun under your pillow.
Never know when some freak
villain's going to pop out and...
[YELLS]
All right.
- How long you been with the agency?
- Two days.
You're shitting me. No way.
That sucks.
Yeah, it sucks,
but it beats jail.
No, it sucks
because I spent six years
in the basement of some
windowless, NSA,
gadget freak room, man.
And I got a degree.
I got a degree from MIT.
Phi Beta Kappa,
magna cum laude.
And they probably
picked you up, what,
pumping iron
in San Quentin?
You ever get punched in the face
for talking too much?
Show me the stuff.
This one made my career,
the definition of perfection:
My multipurpose, multifunction
field revolver.
Oh, I like this.
Then you'll love these.
These are all attachment darts.
See the green ones?
Datura knockout darts.
Pow! Guy goes down
for 12 hours,
wakes up, doesn't know
who he is, where he is
and his head's splitting
like a cord of firewood, man.
I was shot twice by those.
And the red ones
are tranquillizer
and blood-splatter darts.
The appearance of a kill shot
without the aftereffects.
You know, like death.
You've got exploding darts,
radio-surveillance darts
and your standard
.44-caliber bullets,
if you want to get nasty.
A little wet work. You know
what I'm talking about, right?
Ah. Knocked over a few
7-Elevens, have we?
No, I had my leg in a cast
for three months.
All I did was play video games.
That's a really sad story.
Check this out, on to my baby.
Eagle Eyes. Nine different
enhanced-vision modes.
Every little boy's dream:
the penetrator mode.
Check it out.
XANDER:
Oh, my God.
SHAVERS:
She's checking you out, man.
Think I'll hang on to these.
And now,
on to my latest achievement.
I just put the finishing touches
on them last week. Huh?
What do you think?
Bandages?
No, Mr. X, watch and learn.
There's enough primer cord on this
bandage to blow a hole in a bank vault,
vaporize a human,
or whatever an agent like you
might find a use for.
Check this out.
The detonator.
How cool is that, man?
You might want to back up for this.
It's a bandage.
Just get behind the wall.
You ready?
I've always wanted to say this.
Fire in the hole.
[BEEPING]
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
It's loaded.
So, what do you think?
Beautiful.
You like the cars?
I love the cars,
they're dope.
- You like the money?
- I love money, but I do not have it.
Really? You look like
you're doing extremely well.
All these employees,
beautiful cars.
This is no time for being funny.
[KNOCKS ON GLASS]
What, you didn't think
I wasn't good for it?
It never crossed my mind.
XANDER: There's a cargo ship waiting
for you in Rijeka. Here's the address.
This place is dope.
[YORGI LAUGHS]
This one's mine?
Car number 10.
Kolya found it hiding in Berlin.
It was very difficult to find.
No. Please.
Allow me. You were kind enough
to give me the money.
Now, please...
drive.
No, allow me.
[ENGINE STARTS]
You're all right, Yorgi.
Da. Everything's all right
with enough vodka.
You must come to party tonight.
Big party at one of my clubs.
- Yeah?
- Yes.
YORGI:
What's going on, my friend?
You tell me. You got
a sniper up there or what?
He's not with us,
he must be with you.
Bullshit.
Tell your men to get down,
or I'll give you another hole to
breathe out of. Are we clear?
All right. He's not yours.
Let's go and get him together.
Son of a bitch.
That same cop from the club.
Filthy cop.
Most people talk a lot.
Few are up for the moment.
Welcome to Anarchy 99.
[TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING]
Why do you do that
to yourself?
That cigarette's going
to kill you one day.
I like smoke
better than air.
If I could,
I'd smoke in my sleep.
I would still do it
after it kills me.
[SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN]
You were talking
about Anarchy 99.
What is that, some
motorcycle gang of yours?
Nyet. It's what we've
been living since 1999
when we left the army
of Mother Russia.
Many of our comrades
died in combat,
and we said,
"To hell with this shit."
They die for what? Politics?
Whose politics? Not ours.
So we decide from then on to do
what we want, when we want.
It is in their honor
we call ourselves Anarchy 99.
You know, there's an old
punk song. It says:
America stands for freedom
BOTH: But if you think you're free
Try walking into a deli
And urinating on the cheese
You got it.
"Anarchy Burger,"
by The Vandals.
[SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN]
Look, I'm with you,
but what are you going to do?
You got rules, you got
government everywhere.
Always was, always will be.
Maybe not always.
Yelena.
Make sure he doesn't
get lonely.
Don't be shy.
[SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN
AND SNAPS FINGERS]
You want to dance?
Hey. Hey.
Hey. I'm really a good dancer.
Make that two.
All right, it's going to be
like that, huh?
If you're mad at him,
don't take it out on me.
I've been trying
to figure out
the deal between you two
all night.
You his woman or what?
Yeah, I'm his woman.
If you pay me as much,
I'll be your woman too.
Did you enjoy that?
Yeah.
Good, because it will
never happen again.
The original owners just one day
decide to move out.
This is amazing, man.
Make yourself at home.
Let me get your coat.
XANDER:
Viktor.
Yo, what's up with your boy?
He got a coat fetish?
Oh, no.
He's in love with her.
Dirty fool.
[SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN]
[CHEERING AND LAUGHING]
YORGI: Time for bed, X.
It's getting early.
Yelena.
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
Would you be kind enough
to show him his room?
- After you.
- No, after you.
- No, after you.
- No, I insist.
That's it.
Last chance to tuck me in.
Good morning.
[JOI'S "LICK" PLAYING]
The things I'm going to do
for my country.
[DOG HOWLING]
[DISTANT SNOWMOBILE ENGINES]
[DOOR OPENING]
It's none of my business,
but a power drill
and titanium bits
will get you further
than that camera.
You're not supposed
to be in here.
I was on my way
to the bathroom.
What's your excuse?
I don't need an excuse.
Oh, you're good.
But not that good.
Look, I came in here
to photograph Yorgi's safe
because I thought it might
be worth a lot to somebody.
Come on. You're cold,
intelligent and vicious.
It's your eyes
that give you away.
They gave you away
when I shot that cop.
So, what are you going
to do now, huh?
Now I'm going
to take you to lunch.
Oh, and that cop I shot...
isn't dead.
[PHONE RINGS]
Da.
MUFFLED VOICE:
Mr. Yorgi.
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
I have some information
for you.
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
I can always use information.
Who is this?
How did you get this number?
Yes. Important information
that you need
about Xander Cage.
Ah.
XANDER: So you don't like foreigners,
do you?
YELENA:
No, you're a pig.
What about your boyfriend,
is he a pig too?
You tell me. You should
recognize one of your kind.
Now, tell me
about the cop.
What would you say if I told you
I'm not who you think I am?
That I could get you
out of the mess you're in?
Really?
And what mess am I in?
The mess that makes you
sneak around the castle
when everyone's asleep.
That mess.
The cop?
See this?
It's called
a blood-splatter dart.
The impact's real,
but it's harmless.
Red paint, mostly.
Why?
I'm a secret agent.
Oh...!
Are you sure you don't
want to embarrass me?
Oh, come on.
What's so funny about that?
I mean, look at you.
I work for the NSA.
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
Oh, you're funny,
you know that?
Da.
Yelena, it's Kirill.
Yorgi found out that Cage
is an American agent.
Do you understand
what I'm telling you?
You are in danger, my love.
The building across the street.
The statue.
Bring him outside.
I will do the rest.
[HANGS UP PHONE]
What was that,
your boyfriend?
Let's say you are
who you say you are.
What can you do for me?
What do you want?
I want immunity from prosecution,
asylum in the U.S.
and citizenship.
How about a condo on South Beach
and a rich boyfriend?
Those I can get for myself.
- What do you want from me?
- I need to know more about Anarchy 99.
You want to know
about Anarchy 99?
Yeah.
You've seen the girls,
the clubs, the parties.
Mm-hm.
What you don't see
is what goes on during the day.
There's been a lot of activity
in the last year.
People coming in and out.
Russian scientists.
What are they up to?
They go in the basement,
and I'm not allowed in.
Now's a good time
for you to get invited.
Yorgi knows you're an agent.
Kirill is waiting out front
with his rifle.
- Where...?
- Don't look.
There's a back door.
If I go out the back,
they'll know you warned me.
If you go out the front,
he'll put a bullet in your eye.
You still packing?
Always.
Get ready to use it.
What's your plan?
- He's still in love with you, right?
- Yeah.
He'll wait for a clear shot.
That's your plan?
Thank you. Great.
Draw.
He's on the way.
[MAN SINGS "FINCH'HAN DAL VINO"]
[ARIA ENDS]
Gibbons.
My favorite kidnapper.
Next time send a limo.
Shh.
[WOMAN SINGS
"BATI, BATI, O BEL MASETTO"]
Oh, you've got to be kidding me.
You already broke me.
No need to get cruel
and unusual.
A ticket? Now, that's funny.
Where am I going to go now?
- Home.
- Home?
Your cover's been blown.
You're no longer useful.
That's it? I'm done?
No tricks.
We have enough intel
to move forward.
With what?
Sweeper team: quick,
clean, effective.
Don't worry yourself about it, X.
It'll all be over soon.
You mean like a sweeper team
to come in and kill everybody?
Not all of them
are as bad as you think.
You had to shoot a cop.
How "not as bad as I think"
could they be?
Okay, look.
We've got a complication.
There's a girl. Yelena.
There's always a girl.
She wants out,
and I sent her back in
to get more intel for you.
There's no time
to play favorites.
The cards have been dealt.
What do you mean
the cards have been dealt?
You don't even know her.
Uh-huh.
Oh, by the way,
that bank number you gave us?
Your friends and Yelena have
made some large cash transfers
to a group of Russian scientists
known to specialize and traffic
in biological weapons.
Dude, she had nothing to do with it.
Go home, Triple X.
- She ain't...!
- That's an order.
[YELLS]
[SPEAKING CZECH]
How's it going?
Life is shit.
Yeah, well what can you do?
[DOOR OPENING]
Through this door,
you are with us to the end.
Are you sure
that's what you want?
I'm sure.
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
[YORGI SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
YORGI:
We are almost finished.
This is Ahab.
Think of it as
solar-powered submarine.
It can circumnavigate the globe
to reach its target.
It need only surface to gather
sunshine and to do its business.
What is it?
What's its business?
Dropping off presents to all
the good little boys and girls.
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
My team will be finished tomorrow.
How about you?
We're finished now.
[POUNDING]
Nikolai.
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
Bring the rockets.
Da.
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
[CHEERING]
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
The detonator is for you.
[SPEAKS RUSSIAN]
[BEEPING]
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
Yorgi! The binary agents are mixing.
It will kill us all!
[YELLING IN RUSSIAN]
Looks like little white mouse.
[YORGI LAUGHS]
Bye-bye, little mouse.
[SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN]
[BEEPING BECOMES RAPID]
My God.
[CHOKING]
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
They did their job
and now they were liability.
We don't need anyone
talking about our business.
The gas gets sucked
through the extractor fans,
passed into water
and broken down to become,
once again, completely harmless.
So quiet.
I know now why they
call it Silent Night.
[KNOCKING]
[VOICE SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
Let's get some food.
[ALARM SOUNDS]
Find out what's going on.
[ALARM CUTS OFF]
[DART WHIRS PAST]
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
What the hell was that?
[SPINS CYLINDER]
That works.
[SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN]
[SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN]
Fire in the hole.
[BEEPING]
Kolya!
Sova. What are you doing here,
man?
First you set me up in the bar.
Then you shoot me in the back.
My boss does it to me.
I did it to you.
It's a vicious circle.
You think it's funny?
No, I don't think it's funny. You didn't
take it personally, did you?
I did what I had to do to get in.
We're on the same side, remember?
I'm sorry. I switched sides.
You pushed me too far.
And my government
doesn't pay as well as Yorgi.
Well, my government
pays twice as much...
Did you think you could just
walk into the spy business one day
and have all the angles
figured out?
What, are you going to shoot me?
Where do you want it?
In the head, to be quick?
Or in the chest for an open casket,
so I can see your heart?
Can I think about it?
What the hell are you doing?
I heard you talking. I could tell
where you were in the room.
Want to tell me what you're
doing with the Ivans?
What's going on?
There's something I didn't
have the time to tell you.
I'm an agent as well.
I'm an agent for FSB,
Russian Intelligence.
You know, like your CIA.
I've been undercover here
for two years.
Two years?
What was your plan,
to let them die of old age?
There was no plan.
A year and a half ago,
Intelligence gets reorganized,
and I stop getting orders.
They forget about me.
I did what I must to survive.
You understand?
What do I understand?
I've been an agent for a week.
But my boss needs to know
what we know now. Okay?
Okay.
The purpose of this submarine
is to deploy
a binary nerve agent called Silent
Night. The formula's been missing
since the collapse
of the Soviet Union in '91.
And it can kill millions.
We knew they were up to something.
You found out what it is.
That's excellent work,
Triple X.
There was never a sweeper team,
was there?
If I told you not to jump off
the Empire State Building...
You're right.
I'd definitely do it.
See? I inspired you.
I'm an authority figure,
that's what I'm supposed to do.
Look, my men are on this now.
It's time for you to come home.
What about Yelena?
Uh...
I'm not authorized
to give her asylum.
But I promise it'll be done
by the time you get here.
Come home, Xander.
That's an order.
How soon can Yorgi
launch this thing?
You were told to go home.
And your people are handling...
How soon, Yelena?
Soon. But it's not
our problem anymore.
If they get ahead of schedule,
it's everyone's problem.
Look, it's impossible.
He's got an army, a fortress.
You don't stand a chance.
I've risked my life
for stupid reasons.
This is the first one
that makes sense to me.
This is not
one of your stunts.
You'll die in this,
you know that.
I know that if you don't
go back in there,
he's going to know
something's wrong.
You can't ask me
to go back there.
You can't.
You want to know
something ironic?
I volunteered
for this assignment.
I wanted to make a difference.
I fought for it.
Then finish it.
Xander.
Remember what I told you,
after you kissed me?
- Never again?
- I lied.
But when you break it down,
I'm a simple man, you know?
I'd be happy with
a beautiful Czech girl...
Hey, geek. Got new orders
from Gibbons. Get in.
- I want all that in here.
- Done.
The castle's covered
with surveillance cameras.
[TRANSLATING IN CZECH]
That's why we cannot
get close enough.
Hang on. Hang on.
That's why I need to knock out
the communications tower
at the base of the mountain.
[TRANSLATING IN CZECH]
Now, is there anyone here
who knows how to fly a plane?
I can.
Too much turbulence
around these mountains.
Just get me in line
with that tower.
I'll do the rest.
Go. Go now.
[GASPS]
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
Viktor! We got company!
[SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN]
Catch him fast. Kill him slow!
[DISTANT SNOWMOBILE ENGINES]
Viktor! Viktor!
Nothing like fresh powder.
Yelena, my sweet dove,
did you get confused?
Your assignment was to kill
the cop after he killed X.
Not good for undercover agent
from Russian Intelligence.
I knew about you all along,
and it was my pleasure to twist
you and use you how I saw fit.
And you.
Of all people,
I thought you'd understand
what I'm trying to accomplish.
Can you imagine?
Imagine a city
like Prague vanishing
in a cloud of poison gas.
Then Hamburg, London,
Washington.
Imagine not knowing
who did it, or why.
And so they turn on each other.
These guys attack those guys.
Those guys invade these guys.
Soon, whole world implodes.
Imagine governments
disappearing.
And in the end,
imagine facing absolute,
beautiful freedom.
But neither of you
will be there to see it.
Like Viktor.
Like Kolya.
Cover me.
[SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN]
Get me out of this thing.
He took the hard drive.
He's going to launch Ahab.
Pick one.
[SPEAKING CZECH]
Ivan, take out that nest!
[TRIGGER CLICKS]
You have to turn the safety off.
Hold them off
as long as you can.
See you, my friend.
[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]
[SPEAKING CZECH]
Come on, baby.
Stop!
He's got us pinned down.
[COCKS GUN]
Shit.
You got a bazooka.
Stop thinking Prague police and
start thinking PlayStation.
Blow shit up.
This is not bazooka.
This is heat-seeker rocket.
Heat-seeker?
Set it.
The son of a bitch is smoking.
I told him that cigarette would
kill him one day. Come on.
[SHOUTS IN CZECH]
[SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN]
Come on!
Ivan!
YELENA:
Xander!
Learn how to shoot,
you piece of shit.
Quick. Help me pull him out.
That thing will hit the city
in 30 minutes.
Guys. I need a helicopter.
[SPEAKING IN CZECH]
I need transportation.
I need...
X, there you are.
I've been looking for you.
I gave you everything
you wanted.
This thing will damn near fly.
You screwed me.
Gibbons didn't authorize this.
He'll hang us both out to dry...
- Agent Shavers?
- Yeah?
I'm going to give you
a field promotion.
Take over, finish the mop-up.
You're in charge.
Yes, sir.
I'm the man for the job.
I won't let you down.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
Almost forgot the manual.
You're going to need this.
Hey, X. Go kick some ass.
That thing must be going 80 mph.
How do we stop it?
We can't. The controls
are on the bubble panel on top.
You see it?
- Yeah.
- The hard drive's in there.
You got the manual.
See if Shavers put anything
in this car we could use.
He's got very bad handwriting.
Come on.
Flame throwers, mini-bombs,
exploding hubcaps,
rocket launchers.
This is a tank. You can't use
any of it on Ahab.
Silent Night only breaks down
in deep water.
I'm going to have to get on it.
What?
I'm going to have to get on it.
Our surveillance puts Ahab
22 minutes outside of Prague.
We should evacuate the city.
Twenty-two minutes
to evacuate 1.5 million people?
Call air support. We may need
to blow it out of the water.
[SPEAKING CZECH]
If we hit that thing...
Then this city will die.
And the crisis will be
contained.
One city's better than 10.
[SPEAKING CZECH]
There's another thing: There's a blue
GTO traveling parallel to Ahab.
Shit! Does this road
go back to the river?
Come on. Check the GPS.
Yes, it does. Fifteen miles
at the town of Davle.
There's got to be something here
we could use.
Harpoon gun,
parachutes built into seats,
ejectable roof.
It's all useless.
How far are we?
The river is just beyond
the next village.
I'm going straight through.
Use the rocket launcher.
- Twenty-two.
- Hit it.
That was the flamethrower.
Use the rockets.
It's 32. I told you
he had bad handwriting.
Hit it!
Shavers loaded this thing.
You got to go back to the manual.
I know we're missing something.
There are more weapons
here on the back. Look.
- Take the wheel.
- What?
You're crazy.
The brake. The brake.
The gas. The gas.
X, what are you doing?
Five minutes to target.
X, talk to me.
What are you doing?
You said there was
an ejectable roof.
Right here.
Hit it.
Shit. It's out of range.
There's a bridge.
Cross the bridge.
Okay.
Come on.
Got you!
Yes.
I wish I had a video camera.
What you talking about?
This is going to be
one hell of a trick.
Woo!
Three minutes to target.
[BEEPING]
One minute to target.
Move. Move. Move.
Out of the way.
Eyes.
[BEEPING BECOMES RAPID]
Ten seconds to target.
Target in sight.
- Call the jets off.
- What?
Tell the jets to stand down.
Welcome to the Xander zone.
CZECH GENERAL:
Zero contamination level.
I understand, sir. Yes, I understand.
Zero contamination level.
You Yelena?
Mr. Gibbons.
I promised Xander
you could go to America.
I'm a man of my word.
It doesn't make much
difference now, does it?
Xander.
He's alive!
He's alive. Come here.
X!
[SHIVERING]
Get him out of there,
double-time.
- Yes, sir.
- Go! Move!
Bora Bora.
What? I can't hear you.
Bora Bora.
Hey. You're getting burnt.
Xander, you there?
I know you're there, Xander.
I've got you here
on satellite magnification.
Xander.
Call me. We got a whole
new thing to talk about.
Something very important
has come up.
Oh, by the way...
you passed the test.
The Gibbons test.
You got to be kidding me.
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