All language subtitles for Black.Dawn.2005.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

[♪♪♪]

This is where I intercept
with the target?

Exactly.

[♪♪♪]

Spare no one, Julia.

Or we die slaves.

MAN [ECHOES]:
Spare no one, Julia.

Spare no one.

JULIA [ECHOES]:
Or we die slaves.

Or we die slaves.

Spare no one, Julia.

Spare no one.

Or we die slaves.

Or we die slaves.

Spare no one.

Or we die slaves.

Or we die slaves.

Or we die slaves.

Spare no one.

Or we die slaves.

Or we die slaves.

Are we ready to go?

She's a little nervous.

She's a little nervous.

She's a little nervous.

You'll make a good martyr.

You'll make a good martyr.

You'll make
a good martyr.

Spare no one.

Meanwhile,

all of our comrades will be
getting killed one by one.

It will be worth it.

It will be worth it.

It will be worth it.

Nicholi,
you have to be patient.

Your moment will come.

Now go.

You have work to do.

[PIGEONS COOING]

[GUNSHOT]

[♪♪♪]

NICHOLI:
Spare no one, Julia.

JULIA:
Or we die slaves.

MAN:
Are we ready to go?

NICHOLI:
She's a little nervous.

MAN:
You'll make a good martyr.

...come. Now go.

You have work to do.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Yes?

Turning the corner.

Okay.

[HANGS UP PHONE]

[♪♪♪]

[THUD]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

[♪♪♪]

[GUNFIRE CONTINUES]

Stop!

Stop!

Get the fuck out.

[SIREN WAILING]

[GUNFIRE CONTINUES]

[TIRES SQUEALING]

[♪♪♪]

Boss, you said this was

the high-level
security facility.

Well, it is.
Why, you already in?

Mm-hm.
You're good.

Let's go. Send me the scan.

There you go.

Thomas, make sure those
encryptions are right.

I don't want to get stuck
at that gate.

Nah, she's good.

Numbers are virtually the same.

MAN:
Perfect.

That's what I'm talking about.

Let's do it.

[♪♪♪]

[GATE BUZZES]

[GATE BUZZES]

[MEDICAL EQUIPMENT BEEPING]

Who the hell are you?

Who the hell are you?

Prep that arm.

There's a thing called
the Geneva Convention.

I've got rights.

You know about that, do ya?

You are fucking dead!

You are dead!

You are fucking d--

[GROANS]

Jesus, doc. Are you sure
you hit the right vein?

No vein there.
It's IM.

Get that bag ready.

Scary shit.

Okay, you guys can leave,
please. Nurse?

[MONITOR BEEPING RAPIDLY]

NURSE:
Doctor?

Okay, he's going into
anaphylactic shock.

Get me 2 c's of epi,
right now.

We'll work on the airway later.

Guys, we're gonna
have to transfer him.

He's a red wristband.
We can't transport.

We have to. I don't have
the facilities here.

GUARD:
Under whose authority?

Under mine.

I'll call an ambulance.

GUARD:
Open the gate.

We've got a flatliner.
Transporting now.

[♪♪♪]

[GATE BUZZES]

Get him up.

All right,
move it, move it.

[SIREN WAILING]

Stop the vehicle!

Wait a minute.
What's going on?

You're not a doctor!

[BOAT HORN BLOWS]

[SEAGULLS CAWING]

Been away so long,
it even feels good

to be stuck in L.A. traffic.

I hope my brother
cut you a good deal.

It was worth the trouble.

How many years
were you in the system?

For long enough
to know my way around.

So do you have any other skills,

or do you just
break people out of prisons?

What kind of skills
are you looking for?

Do you know what
a little fat boy is?

Why would you ask
a question like that?

Jonathan Cold, ex-CIA.

Current freelance operative,
specialized in covert operations

and nuclear weapons
intelligence.

I don't recall leaving my resume
with you people,

but I'm impressed with the way
you've done your homework.

Who do you think employed you,
Mr. Cold?

You don't think I'd entrust
my freedom to my baby brother?

You're here because
I wanted you here.

Simple as that.

So, what's your day rate?

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

Whoo-hoo.
Ah!

I can't believe
you're safe.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

Ah.

Good to see you, brother.

[SHUTTER CLICKING]

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

Wait a minute.

Jesus Christ,
that's Jonathan Cold.

God, I thought he was dead.

Who is Jonathan Cold?

He taught me everything I know.

I had excellent help
getting here.

Expensive help.

Come on inside, Mr. Cold.
Get you the rest of your money.

No hurry.

Mr. Cold's gonna be staying
around for awhile.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

NEWSCASTER:
A robbery in the Amsterdam
Diamond District.

Interpol believes
a Chechen resistance group

is responsible for this

and a string of other
robberies across Europe,

presumably to finance
their political goals.

Joining us
is Dr. Richard Turpin,

an expert
on European terrorism.

Thank you.

Besides funding
their operations

with daring robberies,

what else do we know
about this organization?

A year ago,
their leader, Aslan Masklov,

was assassinated in what
is believed to be a CIA hit.

The group has intensified its terrorist activities since,

and vows vengeance
on the United States.

[CLICKS REMOTE]

Good job getting my brother
out of that place.

Yeah, my pleasure.

What exactly does he want you

to do for him?

Well, why don't you ask him?

You forget who's paying you.

I made the deal
with your brother.

So if you have any issues,

why don't you
take 'em up with him.

Don't get too comfortable.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Any movement?

Nothing yet.

Just waitin'.

So tell me about your friend.

Well, he was my first handler.

One of the best
operatives in the field.

So why is he working
for the bad guys?

I'm not sure.

Rumor has it he turned tables,
killed six agents

and then disappeared.

[♪♪♪]

Now he's classified
as a foreigner.

Well, there's
a shoot-on-sight sanction

on all foreigner operatives.
If he's seen,

he's dead.

Exactly.
So why is he here?

This isn't his style.

I'm gonna call Greer
and fill him in.

[DIALING CELL PHONE]

[PHONE RINGS]

Greer.

Stuart here.

Looks like we got
a little party goin' on.

Donovan just showed up.

Interesting.

Have you heard
of any prison breaks?

Nope.

But he had an escort.

Jonathan Cold.

Cold?
Mm-hm.

Are you sure?
Intel says he died

last year in Prague.

Well, he's here and I'm pretty
sure he's not dead.

You know him?

Yeah.

A long time ago.

Be careful.
Dead or alive,

Cold is a dangerous man.

Should we alert
the Marshals Service?

Let 'em know
that we found a man?

No.
Stay dark.

Donovan is only one piece
of the puzzle.

I want to know exactly
what they're up to

before we make our move.

Yes, sir.

NICHOLI:
Finally, we have reached
our target:

The great city of Los Angeles.

One more time, that's all.

One more.

Then we have enough.

And then everything changes.

MAN:
It's big.

See how much bigger it is

than the one
your boyfriend bought you?

But size isn't everything.

Believe me, I know.

Girlfriend, they'll hear
wedding bells looking at that.

Hands in the air.

Come here.
Come here.

Open it.

I don't have the combination.

I can't.

How about now?
Hm?

Come on.

Come on!

Do it!

Take a breath.

[INHALES]

Now,

one at a time.

[LOCK CLICKING]

[VAULT OPENS]

That wasn't so hard, was it?

Hm?

[♪♪♪]

DONOVAN:
Only two types of sales
make the kind of money I like:

drugs and weapons.

I hate drugs.

You still interested?

Well, that would depend
on what's in it for me.

Two hundred K up-front.

Another 800
when the job is done.

I'm listening.

If you were me,
would you buy this?

No.
Why not?

Because there's only half
the schematic there.

It's a teaser from the seller.

That's right.
You see,

in this business,
the keys to the kingdom

is weapons-grade plutonium.

If you ain't got that,
you ain't got shit.

You'd be surprised how generous

the local nuclear
test program is.

You just have to know
who to ask.

I heard that.

[DOOR OPENS]

DONOVAN:
Jonathan's in.

Isn't that right?

Yeah, that's right.

Need to talk to you.

Give us a minute.

Relax, James.

You're getting yourself
all worked up.

I don't trust him.
I want him out.

I trust money.

He needs us more
than we need him.

Three years you've been gone.

Three years I've been putting
this whole deal together.

The people, the product.

All me, all me, all me.

I've risked my ass
to get you home,

and it's still not enough?

When do I get a say?

You did good.

I'm proud of you.

But you didn't get me out.

He did.

Cold stays.

They called.

They wanna meet
tomorrow morning.

We're not ready.

They are.

Well, then...

I guess we're gonna have
a busy night.

STUART:
What is a common criminal
like James doing hanging out

with a Russian
nuclear physicist like Myshkin?

Okay, let's just say,
for argument's sake,

that they're
trying to build a nuke.

Where would
they get the plutonium?

There are two
power stations in Oakland

and a test facility in Pasadena.

Okay, the test lab in Pasadena
is a civilian facility.

Start there. The security
should be lighter there.

Then find a shortlist
of their newest employees

and run backgrounds
through the grid.

I'm gonna take a walk,

so you keep
your cell phone on.

All right.

Time to give it up, baby.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[DOOR BUZZES]

MAN: Morning.Good morning.

[BEEPING]
Ah, ah.

Sorry, I was--

Much better.

Can't beat this California
weather, can you, Mr. Macabe?

Better than Los Alamos.

Bet you're happy
you got transferred here.

Every day.

Have a nice day, sir.You too.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

STUART [WHISPERS]:
Keep moving.

[♪♪♪]

Find anything?

Gun.

Please.

I thought we were all
on the same team.

I trust my men.

No one else.

You know what?

You can't kill everybody
you don't trust.

I owe you once
for bringing him back.

[WHISPERS]
Won't ask twice.

Is that right?

[GRUNTING]

[BONE CRACKS]

Ah!

Get his phone.

Follow me.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

[STUART DIALS CELL PHONE]

[WHISPERING]
Yeah.

Hey, Myshkin's here.

DONOVAN:
Doctor, a pleasure as always.

You said no guns.

No need to worry.

Want me to get you
something to drink?

Where is my money?

Very well.

Business first.

DONOVAN:
I believe you have
something for me.

I tell you,

she is very delicate.

Based on the Mk-54 design,

but with 23 microprocessors
and eight charges.

Each precisely calibrated

to fire within
two microseconds of the next.

Implosion causes the core
to reach critical mass

and then...

Well, then...

you know the rest.

Yeah, she should yield
a 5-kiloton charge.

Just like you asked.

Small but powerful.
Like the heart,

if you will.

A child can carry this.

Uh, uh...

Here is the rest
of my test results,

along with the rest
of the plans.

They are all there.

You can look.
Go ahead.

[TYPING ON KEYBOARD]

Then I guess
we have a deal.

Gentlemen,

thank you very much.

Uh, brother,
where's the password?

The ignition sequences
are missing.

Without the numbers,
there's no boom.

Is this
how friends behave?

It-- It is only
an insurance policy.

Please, I am not a stupid man.

The numbers.

When I get to my car,

you will have everything
that you need.

I cannot spend my money
if I'm a dead man.

Go with James.

[♪♪♪]

Thank you very much.

[♪♪♪]

What?

You're a piece of shit,
that's what.

Oh...

that hurt.

I did it for you.

You wanted to...

get paid, right?

Oh yeah, it's all about
the money, huh?

If these are the wrong numbers,

it'll be interesting
to see what your next trick is.

Thank you.

STUART:
Greer,

it's Stuart.

This is goin' down right now.

It's good?

It is.

Give me the book.

Who you selling this to?

Since when do you ask questions,
Mr. Cold?

It's not your style.

No, you're right.
I don't know what got into me.

What if they try to screw us?

They won't.

What if they do?

It will make no difference.

They will all be glowing
in the dark in the end.

We are days away
from realizing Aslan's dream.

Just days.

No more petty crimes.
No more blowing up buses.

We are ready to die,
and they are not.

[♪♪♪]

They're here.

Copy.

[SEAGULLS CAWING IN DISTANCE]

We have an appointment.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[♪♪♪]

No guns.

You first.

No guns.

No deal.

Those two stay here.

[GATE CLOSES]

Do you have the diamonds?

Where are the rest?

When we have the device
and the plutonium,

you get a key.

Key to what?

A large safe-deposit box
full of diamonds.

A lot of diamonds.

Our friend, Mr. Cold,
ran a complete diagnostic.

It passed
with flying colors.

Here's the rest of your plans.

Password.

[KEYPAD BEEPS]

MAX:
Well, Mr. Macabe...

Looks like you're not exactly
who you say you are.

[DOOR OPENS]

[GUN FIRES]

[GRUNTS]

Who the fuck are you?

Where is she?

Who?

Where is she?

[SCREAMS]

[GRUNTS]

[SCREAMS]

[INHALES, SIGHS]

[PHONE AUTODIALS]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]What's he got?

[TYPING ON KEYBOARD]

[LINE RINGING]

[GUN CLICKS]

Be quiet, you bitch.

[WHIMPERS]

So where's my plutonium?

As I told you, we have to wait.

NICHOLI:
How long?

A day, at most.

[DOOR OPENS]

[GRUNTING]

Aaah!

MAN:
Hey, look
what I found here.

NICHOLI:
Who the hell is this?

Maybe we should be asking you.
Were you followed?

SERGEY:
We're being set up.

Hold it!

Who are you?

I'm a reporter for the Times.

Since when
do reporters carry guns?

Ah.

Directional mike.

Telescopic zoom.

You spooks
are all the same.

CIA?[COCKS SHOTGUN]

Please don't shoo--Shut up!

How many of your friends
are out there?

Just shoot her.

You want to live?

You better find something
to say.

[CHUCKLES]

What a silly girl.

Well, have it your way.

I'm disappointed,
Jonathan.

I thought we had
an agreement.

Shit happens, you know?

I don't give a shit.

[STUART GRUNTS]

Aah!

[GUNFIRE CONTINUES]

Get them!

No! Nobody move.

They have seen us.
They know who we are.

They know what you're doing.

Nicholi!

Then you'd better get them.

Go! Now!

Stupid, stupid idiot.

I knew it.

Jonathan Cold.

[CAR HORNS HONKING]

[CAR HORN HONKING]

Good to know you still have
the magic touch.

It's a shame you don't.

I mean, what was that,

How to Surrender
to the Bad Guy 101?

You are my teacher,
O master of spook.

Apparently not.

You haven't learned
a goddamn thing.

[GUNSHOT]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

[CAR HORNS HONKING]

[TIRES SCREECH]

[STUART YELPS]

[GRUNTS]

I'm in.

STUART:
Get out of the way!

[TRUCK HORN HONKING]

[GUNSHOT]

Find the lever.What?!

[GUNSHOT]

[TRUCK HORN HONKS]

Shit!

Hold on.

Shit!

[GUNSHOTS]

There are no brakes.
We're gonna have to jump.

What?

Jump!

JONATHAN:
Enjoy the ride?

Well, it's nice to be
appreciated, anyway.

You wanna tell me...

what you and your new best
buddies are planning to do?

Oh, let me see...

Shoot you in the head

and make Vegas
beachfront property.

Yeah. With your help.

Look, these guys have access
to the plutonium now.

You know what that means?

They could make a bomb
right quick.

We don't have time for this.

I can't believe
that you are a part of this.

We work for the same people.

Just on a little
different level.

You disappeared for six years.

You expect me to believe
this bullshit?

Believe what you want.

I'll brief you later.

You can't just walk away,
Jonathan.

So, what do you
want me to do?

Whatever it takes.

Right now, that just means
getting out of here.

Try these.

[ENGINE STARTS]Where are we going?

The warehouse.

You know, back in the day,

one of the first things
I taught you is:

When you're on the run,

never go back
to where you came from.

You're on the run, not me.

And I gotta find my partner.

MAN:
Looks like he's been doing
his homework.

It's Macabe.

[PHONE AUTODIALS]

It's me.
He found him.

Yes, sir.

It's a bad day for you.

[GUNSHOT]

Any idea
who those Russians are?

Well, that's a good question,
isn't it?

You know, for someone
who's on the inside,

you don't know very much.

You think?

Look,

why would they classify you
as a foreigner

if you're still working
with the agency?

Darlin', you just need
to kinda hang around me

for a little while.

Let me get you up to speed.

Right now, you're just
a little bit out of your league.

Then help me understand.

The agency has four
top-secret columns.

Those columns are dedicated
to doing work that's...

probably considered by many
people to be immoral or illegal.

Nonetheless, it's stuff
that we have to do

in the interest
of the United States' security

all over the world.

I belong to one
of those columns.

There's two people above me,
two people below me.

Nobody else knows about me.
Nobody but you, right now.

So that means folks might try
to come and kill you.

I'm a senior agent.
Why wouldn't I know about this?

Well, what do you think
the agency's, uh, main m.o. is?

Disinformation.That's right.

What do you think the greatest
business in the world is?

Drugs.

And above that,
there's war.

Okay, so it's the same old
song and dance, but...

busting an international
arms dealer out of jail?

Placing nukes in the hands
of baby-faced fanatics?

I mean, come on.
This doesn't make any sense.

This is not exactly
what you think.

I think you know me well enough
to know that I couldn't

have opened up a coffee shop
or something.

So how long you been
watching these folks?

Two months.

We've been following him
since Philadelphia.

I think this is
a bad idea.

It'll be worth it if Max
has a lead in the plutonium.

If it don't work out,

we're gonna have to shoot
our way out of this.

Fuck!

[CELL PHONE DIALS]

They're in.

Yes, sir.

Oh, my God.

Oh, Christ, Max.

Who did this?

Stuart, this place
has been compromised.

We gotta get out of here.

No, I...

I gotta find some information.
He left me something.

Listen to me. There's no time.
We gotta go.

I gotta find it.

Stuart.
Gotta go. Now.

Let's go.

Just wait.

[BREATHES]

[GUN COCKS]

Agent Stuart.

Greer?

What are you doing here?

Pierson called me in.
What happened here?

Why don't you tell us.

No, don't do it!

What's he doing here?

He's helping me.

Please, sir, just...

put the gun down. I can explain.

You're lucky
to be alive.

So, what exactly did Pierson
dig up that got him killed?

We're not sure.

Myshkin showed up last night

and Max and I got
separated and...

we came back here and...

this is how we found him.

That's it?

Who's this guy down here?
Is he one of yours?

There's a leak
within the agency.

A small faction
that's working off the grid.

We don't know why
,or what they're after,

but you may not be safe.

Me?

Look around.
This was no accident.

Come on,
I'll bring you in,

debrief you on the way.

You're gonna trust him?

[INAUDIBLE]

What the fuck
are you doing?

[DOOR CLOSES]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS CONTINUE]

Go, go, go!

Move it, move it,
move it.

Go!

You all right,
man?

I'm good, but there are
some people up there

that are no good.

Not doing too good up there.

[CAR ALARM BEEPS]

[STARTS ENGINE]

Did you get them yet?Not yet.

But my people are on it.

That does not sound
very reassuring.

With the CIA after us,
we have to move up our timeline.

I need my plutonium now.

Yeah?

You really gonna do it?

I need a place
to put this thing together.

What kind of place?

Metal workshop
with a lathe and C4.

Something clean and discreet.

And we need protection.

I'm gonna need more.
A lot more.

Don't you worry.

We have vacuumed half the globe
for diamonds.

You will be well rewarded

when you complete
your end of the deal.

Those diamonds will be about
the only currency worth anything

for the next 10 years.

You will be a very rich man
in the new global economy.

[LAUGHS]

Just be bloody sure I'm not here
when it goes off.

You get me my plutonium,

I'll give you 12 hours
to get out of town.

If Cold comes back,
he's mine.

You just get me what I need.

I almost forgot...again.

[DETECTOR BEEPS]Mr. Macabe.

[DOOR UNLOCKING]

I'm sorry that it's so late.

MAN [ON PHONE]:
No problem, Mr. Brown.

Everything has gone through.

The helicopter
will be available

from tomorrow onward, sir.

Okay. Thanks.

Have a good evening.

And you.

[PHONE RINGING]

Yes.

MAN [VOICE FILTERED]:
Are you alone?

Damn it, what is wrong
with using the Internet?

Relax. Just checking in.
Do you have it?

I got one more run.

After that, I'll have enough.

Good. Where is it?

Well, it's not here.

But it's safe.

Get it ready.
It's almost time.

[PHONE BEEPS]

[♪♪♪]

Still broken, Mr. Brown.

[♪♪♪]

Contact your seller.
We'll be ready in four hours.

Yeah.

Hey.

Go over my escape plan
if I were you.

Round up some men.

Get moving. We have no time.

[FEDOR SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN]

[NICHOLI SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN]

[FEDOR SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN]

[NICHOLI SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN]

Can I talk
to you?

Talk.

I have a bad feeling
about this.

I don't trust
these men, Nicholi.

As long as we stay focused,
we'll be fine.

The timing is not right anymore.

The CIA knows what we're up to.

Why don't we wait it out?

There is no more waiting.

Who else wants to quit?

Huh?

Nobody wants to quit, Nicholi.

But we don't want to get
ourselves killed

before we push the button.

We don't want to die
like Julia.

Julia, she sacrificed
herself.

STAZI:
We vowed to be martyrs.

not corpses without a cause.

There is no more time
to waste.

I am finishing this.

With or without you.

[FEDOR SPEAKS
IN RUSSIAN]

Room 467, 6:00.

Right.

[PHONE BEEPS]

Got four guys
heading that way.

Plane's on the runway.

Whenever we get there,
it's ours.

Good. Cool.

Are you ready
to give up your home

to a bunch of lunatics?

Yeah.

Well...

fuck them.

Once we get the key,

we waste them. Yeah?

May I help you?

Hi, I'm with the EPA.

I have a meeting
with Dr. Macabe.

Well, Mr. Macabe's
right down there.

If you hurry, you might
be able to catch him.

Thank you.

[MUTTERING SOFTLY]

Fuck.

Hi, Billy.Cold.

Uh...I'd heard you were dead.

Devil didn't want me,
Billy.

Just didn't want me
at all.

Yeah, okay.

You know, I was thinking...

if you didn't want to get found,

you should leave the suburbs.

Yeah, well,
the rent's cheap, you know.

Listen.Uh-huh?

I was wonderin'
if you could do me a big favor?

Can you use
all of your tricky-dicky

spooky talent
that you got there?

Can you take a look
into my old company,

check out some supervisors,

one named Greer, G-R-E-E-R,
and see what you come up with?

That's it?

Well, no, that's not it.
I got a few more things.

And if I--?
If I do this,

you--?
You won't kill me, right?

No, I don't kill people.
But you know what?

I got something better for you.
Do this for me right,

I'm gonna hook you
into some TS Intel

that even you can't reach.

A real lifesaver,
you hear me?

Okay. That's--

I'm gonna do that now.
Just give me a minute.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

It just takes a minute.

Hey, man,
I got all day.

Load up.

[♪♪♪]

Follow me.

Wow.

Someone's been busy.

Eastern Europe, Balkans,
Estonia, Chechnya.

On what's he been working?

Uh...oil, gas, uranium.

He's guarding assets.

Uh-huh. Well, he's been dark
for about two years

and then last year, he took over
as the district chief.

All right, look, I need you
to see if you can check

into any e-mails
in the last 72 hours.

Oh, yeah, sure.

You mean his personal,
highly-encrypted e-mails?

Is that what
you want me to do?

Look, look. Just do it, okay?

And find out if the nearest
nuclear test facility is,

and if there's been any
cross-contamination

with any of his guys,
stuff like that.

Oh, yeah, sure.
It's really-- It's very simple.

Yeah. Okay.

I'll-- I'll do that.
It might take me a minute.

[♪♪♪]

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

Yeah.

All right, I'll be there.

[MUFFLED VOICES SPEAKING]

Don't do it.

Throw the gun
over there.

Now.

Look, I'm--
I'm CIA.

Who isn't, nowadays?

Toss it.

Now!

[DROPS GUN]

Now, where's the plutonium?

STUART:
Ah! Unh!

[GRUNTING]

Aah!

[GRUNTING]

[CLICKS]

Oh, you bitch!

[SCREAMS]

Ah!

Aah!

[GUNSHOT]

[GASPING]

[GRUNTS]

Son of a bitch.

[GROANING]

Where the hell is it?

BILLY:
This guy is connected.

All black ops.

Uh...Chechnya, Balkans, Estonia.

Same.

Just like
my old friend.

Who else?

Well,
wait a minute.

I got a hit.

BILLY:
Julius Macabe.

Uh...employed eight months,

top level security clearance.

Plutonium...disposal
technician?

Yeah-- Yeah, okay,
that sounds like fun.

Yeah.

What does the e-mail say?

Look, I--
I told you, I can't open it.

These guys are--
Are whales.

They're triple-encryption
and blinds, all sorts of shit.

It--
It would take weeks.

I can't do it. I'm sorry.

Right. Okay.
Gimme an address.

All right.
Fine.

All right.

That's about
10 blocks from here.

Listen, Cold, I, um...
I actually--

I got some bad news for you.

In putting together
all of these names, I--

Them showing up

in one locale like this,

it's obvious that a cleanup team
is coming to hit you.

A-and these guys are--
They're the best.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait.

What about my bonus?

Get out of L.A.

Right away.

Uh-huh.

What the hell
does that mean?

"Get out of L.A. now"?

Oh, fuck me. This--

[♪♪♪]

[DIALS TELEPHONE NUMBER]

Yeah, this is Harry Brown
from Tishman.

I just wanted to check
on my rental.

Very good.
Thank you very much.

[PHONE BEEPS]

[♪♪♪]

[MAN SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY
IN DISTANCE]

My man.

What's up?

CLERK:
Uh, excuse me.

The elevator
is broken.

Yeah?

May I use your phone?

Thank you.

Stairs.

[WHISPERS]
It's gotta be in here.

[HOLLOW KNOCKING]

Ah-ha-ha!

Gotcha.

[MEN CONVERSING
INDISTINCTLY IN RUSSIAN]

[GASPS]

Oh, shit!

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[BOTH MOANING]

[KEYS CLATTER ON TABLE]

Room 667.

Said
he'd be here.

[MOANING]

Oh.

Who the hell are you?

Shhhhh.

[WHISPERS]
Be quiet.

Shit!

Who the fuck is this?

He's dead.
Package is in the bathroom.

MAN:
It's not here.

That's it.

Where is it?
Tell me right now.

We can end this right now,
if you want.

Not now, Nicholi.

You better not
be fucking with me, man.

I kill you.

Go ahead.

Sweep
the hallway!

Let's go!

[PEOPLE CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY]

All right, listen.

If we retrieve this plutonium,
we can save the op.

You guys make it around back,
meet me in the center.

You're my team.

Let's do this. Make it right.

MAN'S VOICE:
This isn't what it looks like!

I-- I don't know her.
It's not-- I-- I--

It's not--
Shh.

Hey.

Check it.

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

Stupid bitch!

[PEOPLE CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY]

[PEOPLE SCREAMING AND YELLING]

Aagh!

[SCREAMS]

Ah!

MAN:
Dial 911, man.

This is it.

Where's my key?

Where am I going?

Sun Country Bank,
San Diego.

I wouldn't dilly-dally
if I were you.

Let's move.

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTS]

COLD:
Don't move!

[GUNSHOT]

Where's Sergey?
Where's Fedor?

What happened?

Nicholi, tell me!

What's going on?

Shut up and drive.

[GASPS SOFTLY]

[POLICE SIRENS WAILING OUTSIDE]

I thought you were dead.

You all right?

Yeah. Okay.

[GRUNTS SOFTLY]

Yeah, just park it
right there.

[POLICE OFFICERS
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[SNORES QUIETLY]

Can you open
the door, please?

We're closed.

Let me in. Please.

[LAUGHING]
We're closed.

Please, open.

Come on.

Please, open?

[SIGHS]

[DOOR BUZZES]

Thank you.
Thank you so much.

My father's working late
upstairs,

and my cell phone died.

Can you buzz him?

Please?

What's your dad's name?

Bob.

[DOOR BUZZES]

Where is
the damn elevator?

Shit!

We detonate here.

So where would you
detonate a nuke

if you were
the Chechens?

Wherever I could inflict
maximum damage.

Listen, I found a credit card
receipt in Macabe's house.

It's for a dummy corporation

that he set up
at the Vox and Billing.

He's renting space there.

What for?

If he rents
space there,

he has access
to the corporate helipad.

Ah. And that's
what you're talking about.

Oh, yeah.

Maximum damage.That's what I'm talking about.

Best way to escape
a small nuke

has to be
in a helicopter.

It makes sense,

but how did he know
they would come here?

I think
there's somebody else.

Who are you working?

I was supposed to be on James
and his people.

But we weren't supposed
to make a move.

We were just supposed
to report his whereabouts.

Why?

Who did you
report to?

Only to Greer.

There's gotta be
another way in here.

[SIGHS]
Shit.

[KEYPAD BEEPS]

[DEVICE BLEEPING]

We did it.

In moments,
we will be heroes.

[GROANS]

Wouldn't want you to set that

until I'm safely out of here.

Ingenious,
how you put this together.

You were a good choice,
Nicholi.

Who the fuck are you?

Who do you think could
pull off a job like this?

Not you, not Aslan.

Me!

You are nobody.

I am everything to you.

You are here
because I put you here.

I created Aslan.

I told him to detonate it here.
That's who I am.

You burn in hell, you pig!

[GROANS]

Step away
from the device.

Cold.

You don't know
what you're doing.

I'm after the same ends
as you.

You don't know who I work for,

or who I work with.

Now step away
from the device now.

Don't do anything else.

Don't move. Just do that.

You know I can still
push this button,

even with a bullet in me.

You're not a martyr, Greer.

You don't understand.
This has to be done.

Step away
from the device now.

[BEEPS]

Check the security desk.

There should be an on/off switch
for the elevator.

Shut it off!

I can't. If I touch anything,
it might go off.

[BEEPING]

So, what are
we gonna do?

I just want to get
this away from people.

I'll see if I can get up
on the roof and in the chopper.

[♪♪♪]

Okay, thank you very much
for everything.

Thank you. Now get out.

No.

Listen,
it's too dangerous.

I really appreciate
you coming.

See you later.

No.

Hang on.

[MUTTERS]

We're probably gonna die,
aren't we?

How deep is it?

What?

How deep do you think
the water is here?

I don't know, uh...

A thousand feet, maybe?

Well, that's good.

That's good.
I was hoping you'd say that.

All right, open the door
and throw that bitch out.

What?

Get it out!

Okay.

Do it now.

Okay.

Are we gonna make it?

I wouldn't count on it.

[ALARM BLARES]

Oh, Jesus.

Are we clear?

Well, uh...

it looks like
we might be, but, uh,

we could be glowing
in the dark for a while.

[SIGHS]

COLD:
Now, I just kind of wanted

to compliment you
on a job well done.

Hm.

Now, what do you mean
by that?

Well, I mean
you did good.

Uh...

We're both still alive,

and you've been a good student
and a good friend.

A friend?

Yeah,
a friend.

Heh. A friend.

First of all,
I'm your colleague.

And secondly, friend...

after all that we've
been through together,

you're gonna call me a friend?

Normally, when people
sleep together, they--

What--?
What are you talking about?

Okay, okay. All right.

Uh...

Lover?

Concubine?

Wizard
of the three-night stand?

"Master
of the three-night stand,"

that's really classy.

You know, I don't recall

there just being three nights.

Oh, whatever, you know.

As busy as I am,
it's all a blur.

Oh. Now, see,
I would stop there,

because, being your student,

you taught me how to use
these chopsticks.

All right. To friends.

I'm sorry, sir.
I wasn't reachable.

Yes, sir,
I am well and intact.

Well, thank you, sir,

but I was just doing my job.

The last time that I saw Cold,

he was in a helicopter
with the nuke.

With all due respect, sir,

in all my years of service
with the CIA,

it's the most
courageous act I've ever seen.

Guess he had a change of heart.

Yeah,
I'll have a report on Monday.

Sir?

The president?

Well, I would be honored.

No, sir.

Just a ticket for one.

[♪♪♪]