All language subtitles for Assassin.Club.2023(19)(S10)(3.7g)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Papochka?

Papa!

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(CHUCKLES)

(IN ENGLISH) My kiss.

(CHUCKLES)

Mmm. (KISSES)

(BOTH LAUGH)

I told you to go
straight from school,

not all the way home.

(SIGHS)

The roads
are dangerous.

But I, uh...

Forget your dress, yes.

Come.

(GASPS)

YOUNG JONNA:
Mom's wedding ring.

The only other woman
who's ever accompanied me
was your mother.

You're old enough.

I thought
you should wear
something of hers.

(SIGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(HORN HONKING)

(IN ENGLISH)
Your uncle is downstairs.

Wear your dress.

(SOFTLY) Oh, my God.

(GROANING)

(SCREAMS) No!

Run!

(GASPS, GROANS)

(GROANS)

(SCREAMS)

(GROANING)

(DEVICE POWERING UP)

(SCREAMING IN RUSSIAN)

Jonna!

Jonna!

(BOTH SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(EXHALES)

Jonna.

(IN ENGLISH) Go! Go!
Find my brother!

Jonna!

(MARIUSZ SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)

(SIRENS BLARING IN DISTANCE)

(BEEPS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

CALDWELL: (ON PHONE)
This is Luka Lesek.

He runs the largest human
trafficking operation
in all of Eastern Europe.

(GRUNTS)

It's women
and children mostly.

Used for forced labor,
prostitution, and so on.

And he runs the local police,
of course, with kickbacks.

Oh! And did I tell you?

Just around the corner
from where you are now,

the most marvelous bar.

I don't know
what it's like now,
but in the '90s,

the most beautiful women
in all of Eastern Europe.

You love the sound
of your own voice,
don't you, old man?

Oh, Morgan, dear boy,
I'm just trying to help.

You know,
there's more to life
than just...

You know, I'd love to take
the travel tips from an aging
Lothario like yourself,

but now really
is not the time.

All right, well,
I'll leave you to it.

And do me a favor.

Try not to reduce
the splendid city
of Ljubljana to rubble. Hmm?

I can't make any promises.

Travel safe.

(BEEPS)

"Nor dread nor hope
attend a dying animal

"A man awaits his end

"Dreading and hoping all."

(SUPPRESSED GUNSHOT)

(GROANS)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(MEN SHOUTING IN SLOVENIAN)

(IN ENGLISH) Fuck!

(SUPPRESSED GUNSHOT)

(MEN SHOUTING IN SLOVENIAN)

(PANTING)

(WHISPERS)
Where are you, bastard?

(SUPPRESSED GUNSHOT)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(GROANS)

(GUNFIRE)

(MEN SHOUTING IN SLOVENIAN)

Fuck.

(MEN COUGHING)

(NECK CRACKS)

(GROANS)

(SHOUTING)

(THUDS)

(GROANING)

(MEN SHOUTING IN SLOVENIAN)

(GROANS)

(GUNFIRE)

(MORGAN GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

(MEN SHOUTING IN SLOVENIAN)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

Come on.

(GUNFIRE)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

(METAL SCRAPING)

(MEN SHOUTING IN SLOVENIAN)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(MEN SPEAKING SLOVENIAN)

(SUPPRESSED GUNSHOT)

(GASPS)

(MEN SHOUTING IN SLOVENIAN)

(SIRENS APPROACHING)

(PANTING, GROANS)

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

(GROANS) God!

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

(GRUNTS)

(BEEPS)

CALDWELL:
I'm glad I got you, Morgan.
Tell me all about it.

Well, (GROANS) to say
it didn't go well would be
a slight understatement.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
Care to explain?

Digging a bullet
out of my body, but...

(GROANS)

(CLINKS)

Somebody shot me
as I targeted Lesek.

Oh, you know,
a little flesh wound
here and there,

that's pretty much
part of the job description.

It felt calculated.
Professional.

I think there was
a third party involved.

Another shooter, eh?

Well, thank God you're alive.
What about Lesek?

The guy who shot me shot him.

Clearly not too selective.

Right. Well, I'll dig around,
and see what I can find out.

Oh! Another thing.

There's a new job,
came in after you left.

I think it's about time
that we let some young guns
take over, buddy.

(WINCING)

People who don't mind
getting shot.

No, no, no, no.

Morgan, this isn't something
we just pass up.

This is big.

So travel safe.

We'll talk about it
when you get back,
all right?

(SIGHS)

(PANTING)

(GROANING)

(SIGHING)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

(BEEPS)

(GRUNTS)

Oh, my day
just got better.

Are you hurt?

Oh, no.

Just tired.
Really long day.

I can hear it.
Video, please.

(PANTING)

The signal's
not that great, babe.

I don't think
I'm gonna get picture up.

Come on.
I miss seeing you.

I don't sleep well
when you're not here,
and you know that.

I think you tie
that robe too tight.

Do I?

So maybe
I should loosen it?

That does feel better.

Oh, sorry.
Connection's bad.

(LAUGHS)

That's just cruel.

Look, I got to, uh...
I gotta go.

You got a plane to catch?

Good. Love you.

I miss you. (KISSES)

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

(SIGHING)

Oh, God. (GROANS)

(TAPPING)

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

(DOOR OPENS)

(AGENT SPEAKS
OTHER LANGUAGE)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Merci.

The attack culminated
in the demise of Luka Lesek,

leader of
the Ljubljana crime ring.

A rival syndicate? Perhaps.
A personal feud?
It's possible.

But if you look at
the autopsy reports,
it will indicate otherwise.

Clearly this was done
by a trained hand.

If we look at the wounds here,
they're way too precise

for what we expect
from a typical gang war.

The bullet's entry
and its pinpoint accuracy

would suggest
an assassination.

Personal belief,
a contract killer
with a military background.

Our best option
at the moment is to work
with the local authorities.

So, ladies and gentlemen,
let's get to work.

We got a lot to do.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Thank you.

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING
ON SPEAKERS)

(CLICKING)

(BEEPING)

What's been happening
in the world today?
(SIGHS)

(SYSTEM BEEPS)

Mmm.

What are you up to?
Some no good?

Graffiti. Okay.

Well, you gotta
practice more, buddy.

(WHIRRING)

How about you?

Come on. I know
you're a good person.

(SYSTEM TRILLING)

Buy him some water
or something.

Oh.

There we go.

There are still
some good people
in this world.

(GRUNTS)

(CHILDREN SHOUTING PLAYFULLY)

(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

SOPHIE: Ciao.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

There she is.

I missed you.

(SIGHS)

It's so good
to see you.

Got you something though.

Mmm.

Mmm-hmm.

(GASPS)

Huh?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

This one looks like
it's had a rough life.

Like you wouldn't believe.

One of these days
you're gonna let me
get you something nice.

I prefer this.

Let's go home.

I'll get you more of them.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Oh, you're a sight
for sore eyes.

It's so good
to have you back.

Hi.

Hi.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

What's this?

Oh, it's nothing.

It's just a scratch.
You know how clumsy I am.

(GROANS)

What the fuck, Morgan?

What's this?

I didn't want to tell you,
but I know how much
you hate motorcycles.

One of the guys had one.

Next thing I know,
I'm upside down in a ditch.

I'm sorry.
But it's nothing.

It's fine.

It's not fine.

Every time you go away,
bruises, cuts, scratches...

Now this?

I'm here now, aren't I?

And what about tomorrow?

Tomorrow I'm gonna
be here, too.

And the next day
and the next day
and the day after that.

You can't get rid of me
that easy.

Promise.

(LAUGHS)

If you can keep me down,
sure, I'll promise.

I will.

Yeah?

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

Shit!

(LAUGHS)

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Just double broken ribs,
but okay.

(LIVELY CHATTER)

(SOFT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

CALDWELL:
The instructions
were very clear.

Yeah, and I told you
I'm out.

Morgan,
it was a close thing.
I understand.

And you faced
your own mortality.

Yes.

But look,
it was an off day.
We all have off days.

Ah.

Gyoza.
They're very good.

I don't think
you're listening to me.
I'm out.

I'm out, too.

Of soy sauce.

Waiter!

You're insufferable.

Oh, Morgan,
sit down. Come on.

Don't be...
Don't be so dramatic.
Come on.

It's not that simple.

The client specifically
requested you.

Why?

Because of
your boyish good looks,

your devilish charm.
Who knows?

Or maybe they're
just fans of your work.
It doesn't matter.

The thing is,
it's not one job.

It's six.
Six separate contracts.

And each one
pays a million dollars.

Now, that money
would set you up for life.

What kind of life
would that be?

Whatever you want it to be.

It's $6 million.

I don't know
if you're familiar
with that sort of concept,

but that can buy you
an awful lot of bottles
of Pinot Noir.

We're doing good work.

Good?

Necessary work.

These are evil men.

Now, I know they're supposed
to pay for their sins

in the next life.

(LAUGHS)

But why wait for that, hmm?

I don't know.
This last job...

I know, but you survived.

And you know why?

'Cause that's what
you trained me to do.

This is what
you're meant to do.

Now, these six contracts...

Remember when
we first started
working together?

I was just a kid.

I had no plan,
no connections, no clue.

Now I've...
I've had my time. Okay.

There comes a point
when you need to understand
when to quit.

When you're still able
to wake up in the morning
and enjoy a sunrise.

I fucking love my sunrises,
Caldwell. I really do.

So if you want that money
bad enough,

you're gonna have to squeeze
those triggers yourself.

What's this about,
Morgan? Hmm?

There's three reasons
why people like us stop.

The first one is
we find God.

Now, in your case, I think
that's extremely unlikely.

The second one is,
and I do hope
it's not this, a woman.

Now, that's never
a good enough reason.

Trust me, I know.

And the third one...

We're dead.

Yes, we die.

But not you, Morgan.

No, not you.

Now...

Gyoza?

Come on.
They're really very good.

I fucking
hate you sometimes.
You know that?

(LAUGHS)

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING
ON SPEAKERS)

Oh, my God.
The amount of things
they put in mayonnaise.

Yeah, grab that pasta.
It's my favorite.

This is my corner
right here.

(GRUNTING)

My favorite cereal.

It's got a secret
decoder ring inside.

There is no prize.
Come on.

Well, they wouldn't put it
on the front of the box.

I mean,
that defeats the object
of it being a secret.

Besides, I'm gonna use it
to figure things out.

Like why
you deserve me?

Well, I know the answer
to that already.
That's easy.

I don't.

Oh!

For the kids.

Too much sugar.

Maybe something else.

Keep them for myself then.

Oh!

It's fate.
(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

Our first pet.

It's a plant.

Well, yeah, but you still
gotta feed it
and things, right?

Water it.

Take it out.

Like for walks
and things?

Sure. Why not?

Your responsibility.

Think it will
be us one day?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I bet they're out here
every single night.

Watch.

He's gonna take
his jacket off and put it
around her shoulders.

And then
she's gonna grab
his hand again.

Wow!

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Four years,
and I still don't
know how you do that.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

You just have to predict.
All the threads are there.

You just piece them together
and figure it out, I guess.

What do you think
about that couple?

I think he looks
more interested in the girl
with the white boots than her.

MORGAN: Yeah.
And she knows it.

But she won't say
she's upset.

Well, her body language
will give it away.

She's either
gonna look away
or fold her arms.

So you always know
what I'm gonna do next?

No.

You should come home
with me.

(CHUCKLES)

My parents are tired
of only hearing stories
about you.

(CHUCKLES)

Handsome, smart, kind,
photojournalist.

They think
I made you up.

It does sound like
you did make me up.

(CHUCKLES)

What do you think
about this guy on our left?

He's wondering
why you're avoiding
the subject.

Okay, I'll come home
with you.

Hmm!

Hmm?

Aren't you
full of surprises
these days?

(CHUCKLES)

And you know what?
You're not
the only one.

Oh, so you have
some surprises, too.

Maybe.

And before you ask,
it's not about
my art program.

(GUN CLICKS)

(SOPHIE SHOUTING
IN ITALIAN)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(IN ENGLISH)
Somebody help me!

(SHOUTING IN ITALIAN)

(GROANS)

(CHOKING)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(SCREAMS)

(SHOUTING IN ITALIAN)

(SCREAMS)

(GROANS)

(GASPS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(IN ENGLISH)
What are you doing?

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

You're photographing him?

It's all right. It's over.
You're safe. Okay?

We need to call
the police.

We can't just...

We gotta go, Sophie.

You just killed a man.

Left his body in the park.

We need to call
the police.

It was self-defense.
I'll tell them you...

Don't touch me.

The things
you did to him.

How were you able to?
You searched his body
for what?

For an ID.

For foreign currency.
Some sort of lead.

You know, I need to
find out who he was.

Was he after you?

So this wasn't any kind
of robbery or...

Morgan, answer me.

I don't have the answers.

All I know is that
you are not safe with me.

I just need time.

Give me time.

Show me the contracts.

I want to see
the goddamn contracts,
Caldwell.

Show me the fucking files
or you're going to be the job!

This is the second time
this week that there's been
a targeted hit on me.

I want to know why.

The timing of those contracts
isn't a fucking coincidence!

Well, I'll do
some digging around.
See what I can find out.

(GRUNTS)

(MOONLIGHT SONATA
PLAYING ON HARPSICHORD)

Who are they?

(STOPS PLAYING)

Oh, Christ.
Don't you ever knock?

Who are they?

You know, there are certain
civilities when you enter
a chap's place, you know?

The man who tried
to kill me.

Well, composition's nice.

Subject matter's
a touch macabre.

Find out who he is
and who sent him.

Oh, I can tell you
who he is.

His name's Alec Drakos.

Greek national, special ops,
couple of tours
of Afghanistan,

became a mercenary,
ultimately a gun for hire.

And I bet he's the chap
that shot you
in Slovenia.

Look at this.
Better days.

Now, on the plus side,

a million dollars
will be wired
to your account.

Plus my usual fee.

And, um, I will take care
of the finger business.

Mr. Rossi,
who has a liberal view
when it comes to bribery.

Caldwell, what the fuck
are you talking about?

Right. I forgot
to tell you.

Each kill must be confirmed
by the receipt of a finger

to a postal box in Paris.

So, listen to me.

You are in now.

I have accepted the job.

I didn't accept anything.

Drakos was one of
your contracts.

Good result.
Only five to go.

Humor me.
Who are the others?

Who are the others?

Oh, you know,
the worst of the worst.

Backgrounds in espionage
in the military,
and crime, of course.

What's the thread?

What do they have
in common? Hmm.

Which is?

Their occupation.

They are assassins,
Morgan, like you.

(CHUCKLES)

Just let me
get this right.

I've been hired
to assassinate assassins.

And they've been hired
to kill me.

And each other.

Fact is, Morgan,
they were coming for you,

whether you accepted
or not.

But, on the plus side,
same odds,
even playing field.

This isn't
a fucking game!

Oh, yes, it is.

To the person
who set this up,
this is a game.

And if you want to live,
you have to play.

Here.

Morgan,
you've got this.

(BEEPING)

CALDWELL: Anselm Ryder.

No! No!

CALDWELL:
A ruthless psychopath.

Signature move,
collect a finger
from the victim.

A souvenir of sorts.

Pablo Martinez.

Mr. Martinez is a poisoner.

(GRUNTING)

Yuko.

Yuko is deadly with blades,

and in close combat.

(CHAINS CLINKING)

The charming Demir
is an opportunistic sociopath.

He's locked up
in a maximum security prison
in Bosnia.

Finding him is simple,
but access will be tricky.

(GRUNTING)

Falk.

Now, Falk is a legend
and problematic.

No positive ID, no photos,
no patterns.

(SUPPRESSED GUNSHOT)

Just a trail of bodies
and cover ups

that are only possible
if Falk's working

from within
the intelligence community.

Now, each kill
must be confirmed
by the receipt of a finger

to a postal box in Paris.

(BEEPING)

(PRISONERS CHATTERING)

(SHOUTS IN SERBIAN)

(IN ENGLISH) Demir.

Who are you?

What do you want?

Good news.

You're being
released today.

(CHOKING)

(SLASHES)

(BEEPS)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

JONNA: (IN ENGLISH)
Welcome, Inspector Leon.

Taking precautions,
I see.

Aren't you?

Hmm.

Maat.
The Egyptian goddess...

Of justice.

My reminder
to stay focused.

Hmm.

A penthouse
in an empty building
in Paris.

How did you manage...

I bought the building.

Drink?

And when we say drink,
we mean vodka.

Uh, I'm on duty.

(CHUCKLES)

Don't trust a man
who won't drink with you.

That's what
my uncle Mariusz says.

But consider the source.

One assassin's been killed.

Alec Drakos.

The responding officer's
bodycam.

(SYSTEM BEEPING)

How did you get this?

I hacked the video server
of the Rome police.

Who killed him?

We don't know.

What about the others?

Still searching.

These are
very skilled people.

Aliases, no digital traces.
They avoid all patterns.

I handed you detailed files
on all of them, didn't I?

So stop telling me
things I know,

and start telling me
things I don't.

Six million dollars.

Your boss said that would
lure them out.

Now where are they?

Her plan takes time.

And you're not the only one
who needs to protect
his back.

One mistake...

Then don't make any.

Na zdarovya.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

Wake up.

(LEON GROANS)

LEON: Where am I?

You received a package.

Box number 115.
What do you know
about it?

Who the fuck are you?

(GUN COCKS)

We're gonna play
a very short game.

You don't answer my questions,
or you tell me some lies,

I'll blow
your damn brains out.

Who are you
and who do you work for?

Answer me!

My name is Leon.

Inspector,
French police.

A finger arrives along with
the name of the person
it was attached to.

We publish a fake obituary
in Le Monde

just to confirm receipt.

Within a few days,

we receive a file detailing
every single assassination
this person committed,

and then
we open investigations
into them.

How were you
first contacted?

Email, anonymous,
untraceable.

We simply followed
the directions

and posted
the first fake obituary

just to say yes.

Under what name?

Maat.

Maat?
What is that?

(GROANS)

Maat. We found it was
an Egyptian goddess
of truth and justice.

She set the order of
the universe right after
the chaos of its creation.

And?

And she weighs
the hearts of the dead

just to see if they're
too heavy with evil
to reach paradise.

What significance
is that to you?

I believe
the message in the name
is perhaps for you,

no?

(KEYS CLINKING)

(DOOR UNLOCKS)

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING
ON SPEAKERS)

(BEEPING)

(DEVICE TRILLING)

(WHIRRING)

(SIGHS)

(BEEPING)

(DEVICE TRILLING)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

(BEEPING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(DISTORTED VOICE)
Morgan Gaines.

We're alive,
but not quite living.

Dead,

but not yet in the grave.

Stuck in this half-life,
until it ends.

When is that?

(SYSTEM TRILLING)

Do you really think
the last surviving assassin
will just be

free to enjoy
his newfound riches?

No, he'll be hunted down, too.

Unless...

Unless we help each other
find the person
who's holding our strings.

The puppet master
we're all dancing
to now, and,

and,

kill him.

Performance wasn't bad.
How long did you practice
that for?

Hmm. He speaks.

Mr. Gaines.

It's in our mutual interest
to communicate.

Collaborate.

We should share
what we know.

Why don't you share first?

Oh, I'm happy to.

Just give me an address
and a time you'll be there,
and I'll...

I'll tell you in person.

Hmm. We can
share electronically.

Okey-dokey, sweetie.

But you're taking
all the fun out of it.

(SYSTEM BEEPING)

He bled out like a pig.

Sure smelled like one, too.

So how about you send me
a photo of yourself now?

Mmm.

No.

But I'm sure
you smell better
than poor Demir.

Not gonna let you
bleed out.

I wanna see you try.

We'll see
out of the both of us
who bleeds out first.

"Great man and his pride
confronting murderous men."

A great man.

As military snipers,

we were taught
when we lock onto a target,

to whisper to ourselves,

steady our breathing,

release all consequence,

and then squeeze the trigger.

I used to recite
this poem Death
by William Butler Yeats.

(CHUCKLES)

Catchy title.

I think we're being told
something here.

The money was most likely
put up by a client

who had hired
all of us in the past.

We're from
different countries.

Our hits spread
all over the world.

Exactly.

We took out our marks
using different methods.

I mean, nothing
would point to one person
doing all of these hits.

Now he wants
to silence us.

Maybe. But why not
just hire one of us
to kill us all?

Why now?

Why go after assassins
that aren't active?

Demir.

He'd been in prison
for the last four years.

I think they're trying
to make a point.

We're meant to feel
the consequences
of what we've done.

What it's like
to be targeted.

Here's my number.

It's a secure line.

We make a great team.

(GASPS) Oh, in fact,
um, here's a little
parting gift for you.

It's Pablo Martinez's
location.

Bye, Morgan.

(CALL DISCONNECTS)

(SYSTEM BEEPING)

Oh, I can tell you
who he is.

His name's Alec Drakos.

Special ops,
couple tours of Afghanistan,
Greek national.

They are assassins,
Morgan, like you.

(SYSTEM TRILLING)

Oh, Christ! Not again.

What would be
so terribly wrong
with ringing the buzzer?

When I was targeting
Lesek in Slovenia,

you knew those six contracts
were already running,
didn't you?

My computer was hacked.
Was that you?

Your phone records
show that you called

Alec Drakos in Slovenia
after you spoke to me.

Again in Turino.

You lied about
his profile.

He was ex-Royal Marines,
like me.

Sniper recon division,
just like me.

No friends, no family,
grew up in foster care.

Like me.

You lied about everything.

I think you've got this
terribly wrong.

You were
his handler, too.

You fed him his intel.

You told him he could
pick up the Lesek contract

if he got rid of me first,
didn't you?

Morgan, this only works
if we completely...

You told him
my location.

You sent him
to fucking kill me!

(GROANS)

Bullet came this close
to my head!

(GROANING)

This close
to Sophie's head.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Bring back memories?

"Better days,"
as you put it?

(GASPING)

Morgan, calm down.

Okay, Drakos worked
for me as well.

But it was the game
that set you up
against each other.

There was no other way.

And choosing between you,
it's like choosing
between your children.

But you did choose.

And you chose him.

No, listen to me.
Listen to me.

Of course I set this up
between you. I had to.
There was no choice.

But I did so in the full
and certain knowledge

that you would win.

You were never going
to lose to Drakos.

You're the best, Morgan.
You're the gold standard.

Bullshit.

Was it always
about the money
for you?

Did any of my kills
actually deserve it?

All of them.
Each one.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Once you see the lies,
you see the liar, too.

The number
to my burner phone
that only you knew

was compromised
by Falk.

I gave her nothing.

Her?

So you're saying
you actually know
this woman.

Your arrogance
made you careless,
you traitor.

She knows who you are.

She broke into your records
just as I did.

Up until now,

it's just been the means
to get close to me.

But once she runs out of
her patience, she's gonna
come looking for you,

and have much more
of a hands-on approach.

Huh?

You're gonna wish
I put a fucking bullet
in your head.

Morgan, I'm sorry.
(SNIFFLING)

Listen,
you can do this.

We can do this.
We've been through
so much together.

(SNIFFLING)

You were like
a father to me.

I taught you
everything I know.

There's nothing
fucking left.

(GROANS)

Welcome to the game.

(SNIFFLING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(DEVICE VIBRATING)

(BEEPS)

FALK: Mr. Gaines.

Tell me about your end,
$6 million for the contracts.

Their money is in
an offshore account
that traces to Kyiv, Ukraine.

Now, if look at all
our hits tied to Kyiv,
you will find a common theme.

They are all linked
to gas pipelines.

Which is
a billion-dollar industry.

(SYSTEM TRILLING)

Mariusz Ilych.

His company has been awarded
every major construction
project for the past decade,

because we got rid
of anyone standing
in his way.

Including his
own brother, Yakov.

Now he considers us
loose ends.

Maybe his niece Jonna
discovered what
her uncle did.

Now, if she traced
her uncle's payments
to all of us...

But didn't know
which assassin
killed her daddy.

She could have set us up
against each other.

(ENGINE REVVING)

(BEEPING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

CALDWELL: Pablo Martinez,
a bit of an anomaly.

Never uses a gun,
prefers poison.

"Nor dread nor hope
attend a dying animal..."

CALDWELL:
No kills for 10 years.
Disappeared after that.

Been off the grid
ever since.

"A man awaits his end

"Dreading and hoping all..."

CALDWELL:
He's a lone wolf. No wife.

"Many times he died..."

CALDWELL: No kids.

"Many times he rose again..."

Oh, my God! Yes!

Give me a kiss.

(KISSES)

Okay. Now you can
come with me. But, I...

Fuck.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(SIGHS)

(GUN CLICKS)

Drop the ax.

Drop the fucking ax!
Turn around.

Slowly.

Easy.

That girl in there.
Is that your daughter?

Where's the mother?

Breast cancer.
Two years ago.

Just the two of you
here, alone?

Take anything.

Do whatever
you want to me.

But my daughter,
she's only four.
Please.

Were you offered
contracts recently?

Answer the fucking question.

I don't know what it is.
I don't know.

Tell me what date
it is today.

Today? May, the 5th.

You kill people
for a living.

I know exactly who you are.
So you don't fucking lie
to me.

Otherwise, May the 5th
is gonna go down
in your daughter's memory

as the last day she saw
her daddy alive.

I killed one person.

Eight years ago.

And the nightmares
only left me after
my daughter was born.

What about that job?
Tell me about it.

Daddy,
you said 10 minutes
for ice cream.

Yes, honey.
Daddy's coming.

Please.

Wanna color?

I'm fine.

Maybe next picture.
I do a lot.

MORGAN: You do.

Whichever cup
you want.

Tell me about
the last job of yours.
Where was it?

In Prague.

I botched it.

Slipped thallium sulfate
in his coffee.

But the dosage
was too weak.

Hospital for 18 days.

His hair fell out.

He lost almost
100 pounds.

They cut a hole
in his throat
to help him breathe.

I went to the hospital.

Sat in the chapel.

I'm not sure
if I was praying
for him or myself.

After that,
I disappeared.

I was done.

(SNIFFLES)

Daddy, why are you sad?

No, honey.

Dad is just telling
a sad story.

Okay?

You just give me
as many details
as you remember.

Somebody's pit us
against each other. I want
to find out why and who.

He must know
you'll come for him
in the end.

Oh, yeah,
you can bet on that.

Do you mind?

Blue's my favorite color,
but it's okay if you use it.

Thank you.

It's my favorite
color, too.

Honey, do you want
more milk?

Can I have
more milk, please?

Yes.

You need to stay away
from the windows.

You might not
have received
those contracts,

but there's still
a million-dollar bounty
on your head.

Do you have a gun?

I've got a home phone.

Less than 10 people
have the number.

And they all live
within 20 miles.

I don't use my real name.

I've gone as far
from my past as I can.

Well, your past
has caught up with you.

They're coming.

CALDWELL: Yuko.

Yuko is
a martial arts master

most feared
for her blade work,

and she has perhaps
some lingering
daddy issues.

Now, if her mark
is a woman, she makes
a clean strike to her heart.

But, if it's a man,
she prefers
to cut him open.

Evisceration.

Her only weakness,
she dresses very light,
no armor.

So, if you can manage it,

a single bullet to the chest
ought to put her to rest.

(SWITCH CLICKS)

(SCREAMS)

(GROANS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(YUKO SCREAMING)

(BOTH GROAN)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(YELLS)

(SUPPRESSED GUNSHOT)

Are you okay?

(PANTING)

What took you so long?

(PANTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Thank you.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

It's for your own good.

(GROANING)

Daddy, Daddy,
what's happening?

Oh...

Come here. Come here.
Come here.

One bullet, my ass.

Don't worry.

(TRILLING)

(INSECTS CHITTERING)

(CELL PHONE BEEPING)

(GROANS)

(BEEPING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(GASPING)

Oh, shit.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Death has come to call.

I'm afraid so.

It's been a long time
since I heard
your voice, Falk.

Or should I call
you Vicky?

Don't call me that.

Will my death be painful?

It's a warm feeling,
like a soft blanket.

Just let it pass over
and you'll sleep.

How very kind.

How long do I have?

Hmm.

About an hour.

The fact that
I'm not already dead

leads me to believe
that you need
something else from me.

What is it?

Morgan Gaines.
I want his file and mine.

You already have his file.
You hacked my computer.

Well, I have
the official file.

I want the personal.
The one that you keep.

Vicky...

Don't call me that.

You seem to forget
I'm dying. Why should
I give you anything?

Because of this.

The antidote.

I don't believe that
for a second.

Believe it or not,
I don't care.

But if you want to live...

All right, well,
let me think about this.

Meantime, I think
I'll fix myself
a drink and...

Perhaps you'd like
to join me. We could
have a good chat.

(GENTLE PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)

(GRUNTS)

Please sit.

Sit down.

Ah.

You'll take that seat.
Sit right here.

As you wish.

Hmm.

You can't blame me
for trying.

I don't blame you.
I don't blame you
for anything.

The past is the past.

Now, give me what I need.

(BEEPING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(DEVICE BEEPS)

(TRILLS)

(TRILLING)

So, here it is.
Your file, encrypted.

(TRILLING)

Who else
has seen this?

No one.

Not even Morgan?

No.

As far as he's concerned,
you're an enigma
and a mystery.

Gone.

Now...

Morgan, please.

(BEEPING)

(CALDWELL GROANING)

(TRILLING)

This girl, this woman...

She is bright.
She is kind.

And she knows nothing,
and she's nothing to you.

Oh.

So, um, I should
let her live?

(GROANS)

(LAUGHS)

Mmm.

A little bit
sentimental for you.

I'm dying, Falk.

Dying can bring out
the sentimental in a man.

Morgan was my protege
just as you were.

And whatever you think,
I'm not gonna betray him.

You betrayed him before.

Not this time.

So, if you don't mind,

you might just let an old man
rest his tired eyes,

and enjoy what's left
of the evening.

Hmm.

Have it your way,
old man.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Look what you did.

You...

just lost the privilege
of a peaceful death.

(GROANS)

(CHOKING)

(GRUNTS)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(CELL PHONE BEEPING)

Pick up, Caldwell.

(LINE RINGING)

(CAMERA CLICKING)

(SPEAKS ITALIAN)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(IN ENGLISH)
Can I speak to, uh,
Signor Chivasso, please?

Who's this?

(CALL DISCONNECTS)

(GRUNTS)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

(BEEPS)

FALK: Morgan Gaines.

Mom killed at age four.
Dad gave you up.

Foster care.
Kind of unpleasant.

I don't need
my fucking history.
I've lived through it.

Royal Marine sniper
taken under the wing
of Ian Caldwell,

who offered you
the chance to kill evil men
for your government.

Except it wasn't always
for your government,

and the men
weren't always evil.

(CELL PHONE TRILLING)

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

MORGAN:
You're a monster, Falk.

Or should I call you
Agent Vos?

Well, Caldwell,
that snake.

Did you know
that he lied to you?

That he changed
marks' background,
exaggerated their crimes,

omitted that
they had children,
people that loved them.

Just like I assumed
you loved your mom.

Time's running out.

After I kill Ryder,
you're next.

Do you think that, um,
Caldwell was trying
to ease your conscience?

You think you're a good man,
don't you, Morgan?

You're just a slave
to your emotions.

That's where
we're different.

'Cause I'm... I'm free.

You want to get
to who's behind this or not?

My condolences,
by the way, for Caldwell.

We all hope for a death
without suffering.

In his case,

oh, it simply was impossible.

Such a shame though.

I want to believe
that there's at least
one person honest.

Mmm-hmm.

(TRILLING)

Well, at least
you still have Sophie.

She's real cute.

Ryder will take care
of her.

(BEEPING)

You got good taste.

(LAUGHS)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)

Grazie.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Ciao.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

Hey, you,
I can't talk right now.

Sophie, you need to do
exactly what I say.

Can I call you back?
I was just...

There's someone coming
for you. You need
to get to a safe house.

Get rid of your phone.
That can be tracked.

The address
is 105 Via Roma,
apartment 42D.

What do you mean
someone's coming for...

(SUPPRESSED GUNSHOTS)

(SHOUTING IN ITALIAN)

Sophie!

(SHOUTING IN ITALIAN)

Fuck!

(LINE RINGING)

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(IN ENGLISH)
There's an active shooter
at Arcabaleno School.

You need to hurry.

Okay, we're on our way.

(BEEPING)

(PANTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SIRENS BLARING)

(GASPING)

Sophie? Sophie!

Are you hurt?

Tell me what the fuck
is going on.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Okay. You deserve
the truth.

When I was younger,
I joined the military.

I thought it was a just cause,
I thought I was doing
my part for society.

Well, it turns out
there's a lot of red tape
behind saving lives.

I need to show you
something.

(WHIRRING)

(DOOR CLANKS)

After I left
the Royal Marines,

I met a man
named Caldwell.

He became like
a mentor to me.

Introduced me
to this world.

He acted like a mediator
between clients.

These clients
wanted people dead.

Bad people.

Murderers, rapists,
corrupt officials.

Over the years,
I became numb.

It all became
meaningless.

Until you came
into my life.

You changed everything.

You showed me a life

that I thought
I didn't deserve.

Now I need to fight
to protect you.

Because I love you,
Sophie.

I'm pregnant.

I leave tomorrow.

Go to my mother
for a few weeks
in Lisbon.

Then I'll be back
to my job, to my life.

So whatever this is,
you make it stop.

You leave tonight.

(BEEPS)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Mmm-mmm.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SNIFFLING)

What did you
get yourself into,
old boy?

Why is that you chose
the hard way out?

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

(ENGINE REVVING IN DISTANCE)

(BEEPING)

(BEEPING)

Jesus Christ.

Certainly wasn't loved
as a kid.

(BEEPING)

Everything clear,
yeah?

We know who
we're dealing with.
Shoot to kill.

Let's go!

We just got confirmation
from the satellite footage.

Ryder and Morgan
are here.

Don't worry, Jonna.
The nightmare
stops today.

We're gonna get him.

Okay.

I will take you
to the airport.

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

Oui.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SIRENS BLARING)

(GROANS)

(GROWLS)

Laced with strychnine.

(GRUNTS)

Very fatal
and extremely
fucking painful.

Why don't you
take a seat?

(HEAVY BREATHING)

It's quite the collection
you have here.

(GROANS)

Somewhat of a signature
for you now, isn't it?

I bet if I dig deep enough,
I'm gonna find
Yakov Ilych's finger.

I don't know
that person.

Don't fucking lie
to me.

Good thing about strychnine
is it doesn't fuck
with your brain.

So you're gonna know

when every single muscle
in your body
contracts simultaneously.

The pain only intensifying
with the slightest
of stimulation.

That's where I come in.

(GROANS)

Now give
my fucking answers

and I'll put you
out of your fucking misery!

Because she got
to you, too? Huh?

Tell you it was
in your common interest...
(GROANS)

...to collaborate?

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(GROANS)

A little souvenir.

(GROANS)

(SIRENS BLARING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(AGENTS SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

(IN ENGLISH)
Go, go, go, go, go!

AGENT 1: Cover me!

AGENT 2: Let's go!

AGENT 1: Cover me!
Cover me! Cover me!

AGENT 2: Quickly!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)

AGENT 1:
Go, go, go, go, go!

AGENT 2: Go!

He's here!

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

AGENT 1: Captain!

AGENT 2: Go, go, go, go!

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

(GUNFIRE)

Cover me!

Captain!

(EXPLOSION)

AGENT 1: Go, go, go, go!

AGENT 2: Go, go, go!

AGENT 1: He's here!

(PANTING)

AGENT 1: Go, go, go, go!

(SIRENS BLARING)

(GRUNTING)

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

(BEEPING)

(GROANS)

(AGENTS SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

Get out of the car!

(GRUNTS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GUNFIRE)

(AGENTS SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

(GRUNTING)

(AGENTS SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SIRENS BLARING)

(GUNFIRE)

Go, go!

(ENGINE REVVING)

(GASPS)

(PANTING, GRUNTS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SIRENS STOP)

AGENT: (ON PA) It's over!
Come out of the car
with your hands up!

(BEEPS)

(GRUNTS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

AGENT: Move! Move! Move! Move!

AGENT: Where is he?

(GUNFIRE)

(TANK HISSES)

Find his body.

Get me divers.

Copy.

(SPITS)

(GASPING)

(GRUNTING)

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(IN ENGLISH)
Find me yet?
Or you need a hint?

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS, SPEAKS FRENCH)

(IN ENGLISH) The rules
of that little lying game
we played,

you remember them,
right?

Is kidnapping me again
absolutely necessary?

Just send me
an email or call me.

The woman you're protecting,
you don't even know
who the fuck she is.

Agent Vos and Falk
are the same person.

She's using you
to kill people.

All right, let's go.

I have a plan to stop her,
but we need to move now.

You're going to help me
whether you like it or not.

Come on, Leon,
I know you're a good man.

Where would she be?

Knowing her,
waiting for your body.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Inspector Leon.

Sorry to call you late.
We found his body.

Show me his face.

Sorry to interrupt,

Falk, Agent Vos,
whatever your name is.

Why don't you
explain to Leon
who you really are?

What a disappointment
you are.

(GUNSHOT)

(GROANING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(SIREN BLARING)

(GROANS, PANTING)

(GASPS, SHOUTS)

Officer down. I need backup.
Request some backup now!

(GROANS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(YELLS)

(CHARGES)

(GROANING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(BOTH GROANING)

(GUN FIRES)

(GROANS)

(SIRENS BLARING)

(OFFICERS SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

(GROANING)

(PANTING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER
ON TV)

(GROANING)

REPORTER: (ON TV)
The brigade was alerted
to the incident

at around
12:30 a.m. local time.

It's not clear whether
the incident was
an accident or deliberate.

Construction mogul
Mariusz Ilych
wins parliament bid.

The mogul's late brother,
Yakov Ilych,

founded
the gas production empire
before his untimely death.

Yakov's daughter,
Jonna Ilych,

supports her uncle, Mariusz,
in his campaign.

There will be
a formal celebration
tomorrow in Prague.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(GUN CLICKS)

MORGAN: (IN ENGLISH)
Don't move.

Nice to meet you, Jonna.
Or should I call you Maat?

(IN ENGLISH)
Maat? I don't know
this person.

Of course you do.

You set up this game
for vengeance.

But in fact,
it was your uncle
who killed your father.

No. He paid someone
like you to do that.

Just like you paid
a group of us
to kill each other.

Six million dollars
buys a lot of bodies.

I don't.

That money was
to stop my uncle,
and to arrest all of you.

Arrest us?

How?

My uncle kept me close
to control me.

Made me part of the machine
helping him.

A mass murderer seized power
over an entire country.

He liked
to parade me out.
(HEAVY BREATHING)

The poor orphan he saved.

But if I questioned him,

he would have taken out
a contract on me, too.

That's how
he solved problems.

I was helping them
to end this.

Helping who?

Agents.

Which agents?

Jonna Ilych?
Agent Vos.

I'm taking over
the investigation.

Inspector Leon,
you report
directly to me.

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

Hmm.

(IN ENGLISH)
So, um, is everything
on here?

Yes. As much as I could gather
on my uncle's circle
of assassins.

Targets,
money transfers.

He kept encrypted records
of everything.

Hmm.

What about, um, him? Falk?

Do you have anything else
on him? His real name or...

No, he covers
his tracks really well.
We have nothing on him.

Have you shown this
to anyone else?

No.

I am really sorry
about your father.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

If we had enough money
as bait,

we could offer a contract
to each of the assassins,

and then create
some imaginary bait
for them to kill.

Lure them
out of the shadows
and capture them.

How much money
would you need?

The lead investigator,
do you know who she was?

Agent Vos.

Not the name
she gave you,
who she was.

You handed those files
over to Falk.

That's the woman
that killed your father.

No.

(SCREAMS) No!

Once you did that,
she couldn't risk
being exposed.

So she had to get rid
of the evidence.

That meant your uncle,
the assassins he hired,
and you.

So she created
a deadly game

that she could manipulate
from behind the agency.

Even used Leon,
fed him the exact lies
to tell us.

But that's not...

My father's finger
was cut off.

Falk mirrors methods
of other assassins.

She was mimicking Ryder
to throw off
the investigators.

Everything she's done
has led to either
trying to kill me,

or for me to stand here
and kill you.

What about the money?
Where is it?

Gone.

The agency has
no record of it,
or any meeting we ever had.

So the money
never went to anyone.

Falk kept the money.

I got word from the agency
only an hour ago.

They told me Agent Vos
is dead now.

She was on a mission
in Italy, and apparently
had a heart attack.

(DOOR CREAKS)

(SYSTEM TRILLING)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

Sophie.
(SHUSHING)

It's just me. It's okay.

Is it over?

I hope so.

I don't like
that answer.

Oh, God, what did
they do to you?

It's okay.
It's okay.

I'll heal. (KISSES)

Listen, I can't stay
for long.

Where are you going?

I have to go back
to the apartment. I have
to get some clothes.

I need you
to do me a favor.
You keep the door closed.

If you're thinking
about disappearing,
I don't want that.

We stay together.

You promised me.

It's a girl?

Our daughter.

(SIGHS)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Stupid kid.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

(BEEPS)

FALK: Morgan, you know
your biggest mistake?

You want to live.

Not just survive,

but live.

Love. Care.

It makes you vulnerable.
It makes you weak.

If you got a shot,
you'd better take it.

No.

You're gonna
suffer first.

Just like me.

Oh. How did you put it?

"Feel the consequences
of what you've done."

We have unfinished business.

One last contract unfulfilled.

You're going
to kill yourself.

This conversation's over.

You and me know
better than anyone
that every life has a price.

Hmm.

And I know yours.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Ooh.

You better run fast.

You don't want
to miss this show.

(WHIMPERING)

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

Leon, Falk is still alive.
She has Sophie.

I need you now.

I'm sending you
an address. Be there.

Sophie?

(PANTING)

Sophie!

(CLICKS)

(BEEPING)

(MUFFLED SOBBING)

FALK: I'd be still
if I were you.

If you move your leg
from that wire,
you're gonna blow up.

I guess we've got
a little bit less than
five minutes left.

(MUFFLED SOBBING)

(PANTING)

Give me your gun.

Come on,
give me your gun.

Fuck!

Good boy.

So, we got, um,
one last game to play.

The game's done.
It's over. You've won.

Let her go.
There's nothing more.

(MUFFLED SOBBING)

So here's the spin.

That's a countdown
to disarm.

So in about four minutes,
you'll be safe,

but, um, Sophie would
have drowned.

So you got
a decision to make.

Either you watch
the mother of
your unborn child die

or you let
the bomb go off,

and you all die together,
which is romantic. (LAUGHS)

Whatever choice you make,
I win, you lose.

The game is mine.

So, um, do you know
if it's a boy or a girl?

(MUFFLED SOBBING)

Have you thought
about a name?

'Cause I think, um,
Falk is pretty cute.
(LAUGHS)

LEON: Hey.

Come on, get up now.

Get up. Turn around.
Show me your face.

(GROANING)

(GROANS)

(GROANING)

Have fun. Ciao.

Sophie!

(MUFFLED SOBBING)

Just stay calm.

Stay calm, baby.

(MUFFLED SOBBING)

Leon.

(GROANING)

Help us. Please!

(GROANING)

(GROANING)

Hurry up, Leon!

(GROANING)

(BEEPING)

(GRUNTING)

(SHOUTING)

Sophie,
stay with me.

Stay there.
Just a couple seconds.

(GASPING)

(CLICKS)

Okay.

Baby, stay with me.

(GRUNTING)

Don't die on me! Breathe!

Wake up.

Don't die on me, baby.
Sophie, wake up!

(COUGHING, GASPING)

Baby. Okay.
Baby. It's okay.

Baby. Oh, my God.

Fucking bastard.

No, no, no.
Sophie, it's me!

You told me we were safe!

Sophie, it's me! Okay.

You told me we were safe.

It's okay.
We're safe now. Okay.

We're safe now. Okay.

(SOBBING)

Just breathe.
Just breathe. Okay.

I thought
I lost you, baby.

Okay. It's okay.

You're okay. Okay.

I have to finish this.

I have to finish this.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Get that bitch.

Help Leon.
Call an ambulance.

(PANTING)

(PANTING)

Falk!

(GROANS)

(CROWD SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(MONITORS BEEPING)

(GASPS)