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[ZERA narrating]: I remember the
first time I set foot in Africa.

Thought I'd hate it
just like Iraq, you know?

Figured, it's just more fucking
sand to kill each other over.

But I was wrong.

It was the most beautiful
place I ever seen.

Took my fucking
breath away.

Then I signed with Red
Mountain after my second tour.

You know they offered four
times what the Army paid?

Better equipment,
choose your deployments.

My family's piss-poor,

so I thought
I hit the lottery.

You know? Get rich to
make the world safe?

Fuck, yeah.

Yeah, so much for that.

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, hey.

[barking]

[shouting indistinctly]

[chicken peeping]

Get us out of here!

[men shouting]

[all shouting]

Oh, shit!

MAN: Go, back it up! Get us out of here!

[yells]

[tires screech]

[gunshots ricochet]

MAN: Fuck. [men shouting angrily]

[gunshots]
Aah!

[men shouting indistinctly]

Are you alive?

Yeah, I'm alive.

[gunfire]

Fuck.

[jazzy music
playing over radio]

There you go.

I hope that's
not the bait knife.

[laughs]

The fish hate you,
you know.

You think?

Yeah. Fish
like older men.

If you read more, you'd
know about these things.

And because they hate you,
we haven't caught anything.

Now, why is it they hate me, exactly?

Animals in the natural world
are drawn to the souls of men.

OLDER MAN: They can see the light

that emits
from inside us.

Well, is this
a theory,

or something
you read, or...?

Yeah, in a book
in the library.

[laughs]:
Library.

You've never been
to the fucking library.

It's called
Shamanistic Spirit Animals.

Uh-huh.
Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

My point is,
you've got no soul.

And there's no light
inside, and they know that.

They see it.
They smell it.

But fish can't smell.

[both laugh]

You are drunker
than me, Frank.

Are you ready
to do this?

No.

I can't believe
it's been a year.

At least
they're together.

Yeah.
Yeah.

FRANK: - You know...
TRAVIS: - What?

FRANK: The shortest distance

between two points
is a straight line.

TRAVIS: Yeah.

That's brilliant.

Why are we
not doing it?

[laughs]

[sighs]

We made it.
Oh, shit.

We left the couch
on the beach.

[groans]

Where are you
going to sleep?

[groans]

I'll sleep
on the floor.

That's because you're such a hard ass.

No, it's because...
because I love your rug.

Want some water?

[sighs]

All rivers run
into the sea

if the sea is not full.

Good night, Frank.

Where are you going?

I'm going to...
go for a walk.

Travis?

They loved you.

Don't forget that.

[rock music plays]
[women laughing]

Thanks, man.

Do me a favor, don't do it out here.

Wouldn't dream of it.

STRIPPER: Hey, daddy.

You liking
the girls tonight?

I don't go
to strip clubs.

I got a wife
and kid.

[pounding on door]

MAN: Hey! The door is jammed.

Somebody open
the door!

Hold on a second. Hold
on, I got it, I got it.

Here, take this.

MAN: What the fuck?

[man shouting and pounding on door]

[man coughs]

Open this door!

Come on,
open it!

Hold on, I got it.

All right,
just give me a sec.

Come on,
open it!

Open it!

[pounding on door
continuous]

I got it.
Hold on, hold on.

Here you are. Here you go. Open up...

[men, retching
and coughing]

Can I help
you guys?

MAN: We're Red Mountain!

We're supposed
to find you.

Jim Morrow sent us.

I told Jim
I'm on hiatus.

What the fuck?

It's some kind
of emergency.

It's always an emergency with you guys.

[men coughing]
Jesus Christ.

[hip-hop music plays]

MAN 2: Shake them titties.

You know, they were my best guys.

I'm not impressed.

So, you don't call,

blow off
my checks.

Uh-huh.

You know, I feel like a
prom date the day after.

Well, I told you, I'm
on hiatus, you know?

I know. I know.

So, what do you want?

I want you
to have a drink.

Hmm?

Try a peanut.
They're great.

I want you to put a pin in
your vacation for a couple days.

I need you to kill
somebody for us.

Mm-hmm.

You do that
for me,

zip back here and
resume your reflection.

Just call me on Monday
when I'm back, huh?

It can't wait
till Monday.

Then get
somebody else.

You really need me
to say it, huh?

You want to hear it?
Okay.

Red don't want nobody
else. They want you.

They want the best.

How about that?

Still tough shit. I
don't work for anybody.

I'm an independent
contractor.

Yeah.
Like you used to be.

Yeah, they're well aware
of your free agency.

Well...

thank you
for the drinks.

I'm leaving.

You want
to hear me out?

No, I don't.
Say hi to Jasmin.

Wetzler's offering
a million a day.

One million.

That is a suspiciously
high number, even for him.

Yeah, well,

the job comes
with a mop.

Somebody else
fucked it up.

How high are you
authorized to go?

One point five.

Wow. And you take
your usual cut.

You know what?

I don't do this for
laughs no more, buddy.

Oh, shit.

You get that offer
doubled and I'm in.

There you go.

MORROW: There he is.

There's your target.

His name's Keith Zera.
He's 26 years old.

He's one
of their own?

Mm, he was.

He's now scheduled to testify on
camera for a U.N. investigation.

Against Red Mountain?
Mm-hmm.

For what?

See, I just got you two
million reasons a day

why the answer to that
question doesn't matter.

Now here's
what matters.

Yesterday while in transit
across the Namibian border,

an attempt was made on his life.

And now Interpol, they've
hidden him off grid.

They're sending somebody to
take his deposition in the field,

but the location's
unknown.

When's that
going to happen?

Sometime Friday afternoon.

So I got 72 hours to find
this whistle blowing do-gooder

somewhere in Africa,
and terminate him.

There you go. What went
wrong the first time?

Red Mountain
used local militia,

tried to make it look like
a kidnapping gone wrong.

Numb nuts.
Fucking stupid.

[sighs]
You see,

they underestimated one
element of his protection team.

Her name's Lin Bisset.

Now, she's the last
person seen with him...

and the reason
he's still breathing.

Interpol, huh?

Huh.

Mother of one?

Yeah.
Yeah.

I don't worry
about that part.

It's starting to feel
kind of ugly, Jim.

Yeah, well,
they're all ugly.

$25 billion corporation
involved.

Half the U.S. Senate is
beholden to Red Mountain.

I know. I know. I know.

It's bullshit.

But they want him
taken out.

Keep reading, pal.

We're wheels up
in 10.

How did you do it?

LIN: I fell at work.

You know how clumsy I can be.

Are you minding
your grandmother?

Not really.

Christopher.

When are you
coming home, Mom?

Tomorrow night.
I promise.

Okay. I can't wait
to see you.

[speaking foreign language]

Yes?
Hi.

I'm sorry to bother you
so early in the morning.

I'm not even sure if I
have the right address.

I'm looking for an
old friend, Lin Bisset.

We spent a semester
abroad together at Oxford.

VICKY: Uh, yes.

VICKY:- That's my daughter.
- What's your name, sir?

My name is Dennis Merrick.
I'm from the States.

Is she here? Could I-
could I speak to her?

Unfortunately, no.
But if you like,

I can tell her
you came by.

All right,
I appreciate that.

Dennis Merrick, okay?
From Oxford?

Okay.
Okay.

Um...

actually, if it's not
too much of a bother,

I was really excited about
the chance to surprise her.

And do you know
where she might be?

How I could find her?

CHRISTOPHER:
She's flying home tonight.

TRAVIS: Is that Lin's son?

CHRISTOPHER:
We Skyped last night.

She hurt her hand,

so she's coming
home early.

Who are you, anyway?

I'm Dennis Merrick.

From Virginia.

Old friend
of your mom's.

Never heard
of you before.

[laughs]
Christopher!

It's all right.

He's just watching
his mother's back.

I respect that. I got a son
about the same age as you.

What are you,
10 and a half?

Yeah.

What is that?

Is that
a Wolverine bag?

Can I-
can I see that?

See, I went
to the store today

to get one
of these for my son,

but all they had
was the Hulk.

So I didn't get one.
I don't know why...

Because the Hulk
sucks.

[laughs]:
Yeah.

That's right.
Because the Hulk sucks.

All right, listen, you
two, thank you so much.

And, you know, I hope we
get to meet again sometime.

Bye-bye.

[horn honking]

[indistinct chatter]

FEMALE VOICE: Identification.

Yeah, Yankees suck.

What can I do for you,
Mr. Conrad?

Yeah, I need
the passenger manifests

for every flight departing
from Cape Town, South Africa,

inbound for Hong Kong
in the next 30 hours.

[monitor beeps]

[indistinct chatter]

[speaking foreign language]

Hey, you guys know
an 11-letter word

for "traveling saint"?

I don't know.

TRAVIS: No idea? You didn't
go to Sunday school, huh?

[chuckles]:
All right.

Thanks, guys.

MAN 3: Safe travels.

Hey, you know an 11-letter
word for "traveling saint"?

BARTENDER: Sorry.

Nothing, huh?
I knew it.

Excuse me, do...

forgive me, but do you
know an 11-letter word

for "traveling saint"?

[in foreign language]

[in English]: I do a lot of
traveling for work internationally.

I'm trying to learn
a little bit as I go.

Obviously I need
to learn more.

[in English]: You have
a nice flight, too.

I'm going to need
another beer.

BARTENDER:
Here you go.

Thank you.

No, no, no. Fuck off,
man. What'd you say?

I said that's
my girlfriend's seat.

Christopher.

I'm sorry.

St. Christopher.

Eleven letters.

Nicely done.
Thank you.

My son's name.

Really? Huh.

What happened?
You miss your flight?

Canceled.

1:00 p.m. tomorrow.

Oh, damn.

I thought
I had it bad.

Got about 61/2 hours
to kill.

I know a much better
restaurant than this.

Can I take you
out to dinner?

[in foreign language]

All right.

Let's settle up here.

What happened
to your hand?

A work accident.

A work accident?

That sounds suspicious.

What do you do?

I think I'm starting to like you,

so I don't want
to answer that.

So you're
a stripper.

[laughs]:
No.

No, no.

Let's just say
that, um...

my company tries to
convince people to buy things

by persuading them they
can't live without them.

And is that what you're doing right now?

Trying to convince
me to buy?

I don't think of myself
as a product,

and I certainly don't
think of you as a customer.

Don't you have
someone back home?

I did.

I lost my wife and son
a year ago this week.

[heavy breathing and moaning]

[boat bell clangs]

[shower running]

[Lin gasps]

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, Jim.

Yeah, I got
the target location.

Hey, salesman!

[people scream]

Uh...

let me call
you back.

I was just leaving
you a message.

Shut up!
On your knees.

All right, Lin,
put the gun down.

Everything's all right-
Knees! Now!

All right-yes, yes, yes! Now!

[inhales and exhales]

[groans]

ADAM: I miss you, Daddy.

When are you coming home?

[indistinct radio chatter]

[gunshot]

[machine-gun fire]

You're welcome,
asshole.

TRAVIS: Love you, pal.

I'm sorry.

TECHNICIAN:
We have a heartbeat.

[screams]
Help me!

[yelling]

[beeping rapidly]
What's his name?

Do you want him
back or not?

What's his fucking
name?

Travis.

Travis. Travis.
[Travis yelling]

[gasping]

My name is Helen.
I'm a doctor.

[gasps]

Just follow the sound of my voice.

Just stay here
with me.

It's all going
to be okay.

His pulse
is stabilizing.

Just stay here
with me, Travis.

There we go.

You're doing well.

Hey, man.

What the hell's
going on, huh?

The Interpol agent...

she shot you.

Do you remember?

She killed you.

And we just brought you back
from the abyss, my friend.

That's impossible.

Well, it's not,
actually.

Red Mountain, they've been
developing this procedure

for years now.

And you
wouldn't believe

what they've done
to make this work.

Truth is, some of it's pretty fucked up,

and...
[door opens]

...it's classified.

What do you mean
it's classified?

How come you didn't
tell me?

WETZLER:
Top clearance, Travis.

Or, quite simply,

because you hadn't
been killed yet.

Moments prior to your
death, you made a call

stating that you knew the
location of the safe house

where Keith Zera is
making his deposition.

Do you remember
the location?

We've less
than two hours

before he makes
his deposition.

This information
is vital.

1220 Longmarket,
Room 102.

WETZLER: You're certain of that?

Yeah.

Good.

This fucking procedure
is finally paying off.

This is on you.
Kill Zera.

Personally.
Personally?

I'm sorry, is
that a problem?

MORROW: I'm a handler now, sir.

No more wet work.

I gave my word.

To whom?
Your wife?

Jim, this is the moment, you realize,

that the unseen line between
friendship and profession

is not where you
thought it was.

And because
Conrad went soft

and let
the Interpol agent live,

you'll take care
of her as well.

Yes, sir.

Now, this is it, Travis.

You're one hell
of a weapon.

Godspeed.

Hey, Jim, get me off this thing.

[sighs]

I can't do that.

What do you mean?

This was always
going to be a patch job.

You're never going
to leave this box.

I'm going to get
the doc in here.

Give you something
to make it go quick.

We've done some
fucked-up things.

This is how it ends,
buddy.

I'm sorry.

Jim? Jim?

[door opens]

Jim!

[door closes
and latches]

Hydromorphone.

It's a very powerful
narcotic.

I know what it is.

It's such a waste.

I'm sorry.

[all grunt]

[breathing heavily]

What is happening
to me?

You're going to die.
Again.

How do I stop it? You can't.

Who knows more than you? No one!

I designed
the procedure.

Your body will reject the drug cocktail.

Your mental faculties
will break down.

Even if you survive that,
which no one ever has,

there's a built-in
fail safe.

The Lazarus unit. How long do I have?

How long
do I have?!

[both breathing heavily]

You have less than 24 hours to live.

[screams]

[gunfire]

Secure the perimeter!

[panting]

[Travis grunts]

All right, come on,
move, move, move.

[yelps]

What are you doing here?

You're not supposed
to be here.

Adam...

[gasps]

What's happening
to me?

You're hallucinating.

It's a side effect
of the drugs.

I'd run
if I were you.

I made the mistake

of not killing a woman
once already today.

Don't make me
regret this.

I'm sorry.

FRANK: Travis, you disappeared on me.

TRAVIS: Believe me, you have no idea

how much I wish I was there.

FRANK:
Well, where are you?

I'm in South Africa.

Jesus.

I'm not coming
back, okay?

Not, uh...

not ever.

What?
What's wrong?

I'm in a bad way,
Frank.

Bad like what?

[laughs]:
Well...

oh, um...

let's say
bad as it gets.

It all caught up
with me, pal.

You were right.

I don't think
I do have a soul.

Probably never did.

You were such
a great father-in-law.

You really were.

TRAVIS: I wasn't there for them.

No excuses.

Travis, you meant
everything to Kate and Adam.

Don't give up.

TRAVIS: Hey, taxi.

Taxi!

Give me
that cell phone.

All right, now give me the keys.

Give me the keys.

We'd been working security
on a crude pipeline

stretching from interior Congo
to the coast.

[door opens]

And one day we got a
call for reassignment.

INVESTIGATOR: By "we,"
you mean who specifically?

ZERA: Rapid-deploy unit.

Red Mountain's
top crew.

We'd been...

we'd been all over.

So our orders were to be
in Namibia by next morning.

So tell me about the
events of that morning,

June the 7th last year.

We traveled
through the night.

Fifty kilometers
northwest of the border.

It was real remote bush,
you know?

Typically, we'd take in two
SUVs or maybe even a Blackhawk,

so I was surprised
when I was told

to bring up
heavy equipment.

What kind
of equipment?

Two loaders, a dozer,
and a dump truck.

ZERA: They took us out to
a remote container yard.

INVESTIGATOR: And what
was inside, Mr. Zera?

Bodies.

Everywhere. The place
was packed with them.

Militia bodies?

Civilian.

Men, women, and kids.

Was there indication
of how they died?

No. Not at first.

At least not to us.

And then, yeah,
we started noticing

that each one had scars on their chests

and on their wrists.

Turns out they'd been medically
fucking experimented on.

And how many bodies
would you say?

I'd say at least 70.

By that night,
we'd dug a pit

half the size
of a football field,

and we burned
and buried them.

Each one.
All 70.

All into a single
mass grave?

Yeah.

ZERA: Which was when they reminded us

about our confidentiality
agreements,

and told us that
we'd each be getting

a $50,000
danger pay bonus.

You know, I took two tours of Iraq,

so, yeah, I've seen some shit.

But I...

I never signed up to burn a dump
truck full of dead civilians.

And that is something
I will never,

ever get out of my
head as long as I live.

[clock chiming]

INVESTIGATOR: How long have
you worked for Red Mountain?

Get down!

[gunfire]
[men shouting]

MAN: Move! Move! Move!

Shit!

Stay down!

MAN: - Go! Now!
LIN: - Move!

All right, move in.
Take them out.

GUNMAN [over radio]:
Roger that.

MAN 1: - This way. Hug the walls.
MAN 2: - Move, move move!

BLANCHET: Get to that door!

[gunfire]

Get down!

Let's go.

Come on.

[gunfire]

[crowd screaming]

Get up.

Get in the car.

I should have killed you
when I had the chance.

Drive!

ZERA: Well, look who it
is. The $2 million man.

Do not ever point
a gun at me again.

Drive.

All right, all right. Hold
your horses. Here we go.

[tires squeal]

[car horns honk]

You seem to be
a pretty popular man.

What do you have
on Red Mountain?

That's classified. I don't give a shit.

What do you have
on them?

I got enough to bring the
whole fucking thing down.

Who the fuck
are you?

I'm your assassin. If you don't
stop pointing that gun at me-

I'll point the fucking gun
- Hey, calm down!

[all shouting]

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit!

[explosion]

Goddamn, what the hell
do you have on these guys?

Get down!
Oh, shit.

Wake the fuck up!
[car horn blares]

Oh, shit!
[tires screech]

Oh, shit.

LIN: You're going to kill us all.

You'd be dead already
if it wasn't for me.

You just said you were here
to kill the man I'm protecting.

So forgive me
if I don't trust you.

[laughs]:
Trust you?

You just shot me.

Would you two just get
your fucking shit together?

[gunfire]

[sirens blare]

Are you okay?

ZERA: Am I okay?

Yeah, a shot of morphine,
a couple stitches,

I'm fucking golden.

Well, don't go to the same doctor I did.

[gunshot]
[grunts]

Oh, shit.

Roll out.

[whimpers]

Let me see,
all right?

ZERA: I don't want to go like this.

LIN: I'm sorry.

See you
in 16 hours.

MORROW: I'm good. I'm good.

Where's the card?

The card?
Sure.

Fucking memory
card, where is it?

I have no idea.

"I have no idea,"
huh?

You didn't look,
you didn't check.

No.

Our orders were very clear, sir.

Neutralize the target,
recover the cam-

Get the fuck
out of here.

Go.

[phone beeps]

Sir?

WETZLER: Status?

Incomplete.

This is your third
major fuck-up.

I don't care what you have
to do or who you have to kill,

finish it.

I've spent over
a billion dollars

on this procedure to
change the face of warfare.

I get it.
Do you?

Do you realize
what's on the line here...

for me, for you,

for your family?

Sir.

[phone beeps off]

Give me
a secure line.

WOMAN [over phone]:
Identification?

Red Sox suck.

What can I do for you,
Mr. Morrow?

Green-light
Hong Kong.

Now.

When they find out you
have that deposition,

they're going to come at you
with everything they've got.

LIN: He tried to do the right thing.

TRAVIS: Yeah, well they should
chisel that on his grave.

LIN: - Now what?
TRAVIS: - Take this car.

Go home. Go back to your life.

Send somebody back
for the bodies.

What do you mean,
bodies?

I've only got 16 hours
and 4 minutes left to live.

That's my personal
"on and off" switch,

compliments
of Red Mountain.

This is as far
as I go.

It's a fucked-up
outfit, Lin.

Somebody's got to do
something about it.

Just not me.

[cell phone rings]

Hello?

[MORROW over phone]:
Can I speak to Travis, please?

It's someone for you.

Hello?
There he is.

My friend,
the dead guy.

You have
no idea.

And Zera?

TRAVIS: He's even deader.

Congratulations, pal.
You're wet again.

We've got her kid,
Travis.

If she wants
to see him again...

you'll bring me
the card.

That's all I want.

Come on, you know how this works.

You know what's on
that deposition, hmm?

Just tell her
to bring it in.

You're a real charmer, pal.

You got any more secrets
for me, old friend?

Red Mountain...

they've taken Christopher...

in exchange
for the deposition.

[gasps]

Lin.

Christopher.

TRAVIS: Listen to me.

I'm going to help you
get your son back.

I promise.

TRAVIS: You know, he's already
on their jet flying here.

They're going to bring him
to their corporate headquarters.

Okay, I know the route
their escort vehicle takes,

so we'll hit them before
they ever get downtown.

How do you know
so much?

I know all their
abduction protocols.

How?

Because I've used them.

[both gasp]
[tires screech]

[car door closes]

TRAVIS: Adam?

ADAM: Come with me, Dad.

Come with me, Dad.

I miss you, Daddy.

TRAVIS: I miss you too, buddy.

Are you going to stay
this time?

MORROW: Roscoe, Mike, let's go.

- Jones! Conrad!
TRAVIS: - I promise.

TRAVIS: I'll be back to
stay this time, I promise.

All right? Listen, I got to go.

Do you think you can
put Mommy on the phone?

KATE: You can't keep doing that, Travis.

Making promises
you don't keep.

I'm making more money this week...

KATE: We don't need
the money. We need you.

Now you're not home
because of this company.

Kate, please, I can't keep
having this conversation.

- All right? Please?
MORROW: - Travis, let's go!

LIN: Travis!

[gasps]

Fuck.

Let's go.

What's happening?

I'm fine. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Where are
you going?

You don't want
to open that door.

[keypad beeps]

You know, I know the team
that's bringing in your son.

They're very good.

We're going to have
to get creative.

Your wife and son?

Yes.

[in foreign language]

[sighs]

All right, I've got
somebody we need to go see.

[dog barking]

Travis Conrad. At 4:00 in the morning.

What can I say?
I missed you, pal.

[chuckles]

Yeah, I wish I could say the same.

Who's your friend?

Amahle, Lin.
Lin, Amahle.

TRAVIS: We met in '94,
back in happier times.

Yes, when we were
both real soldiers.

You know, we call him Travis the Cat,

because he has nine lives,
he always lands on his feet,

and licks his balls.

[all laugh]

And now this stray has
wandered into my home

at this time.

For what?

What do you know
about Red Mountain?

They provide a lot
of assistance here.

Money for sanitation,
training, youth programming.

LIN: Over the past two years,

hundreds of refugees
have gone missing.

[chuckles]

My sister, please.

Tell me something
I don't know.

They were abducted and
murdered by Red Mountain.

Used for experimental
medical procedures.

Real Mengele-type shit,
you know?

Human beings
used as lab rats.

You know there are a lot
of people in this township,

people that work for me,

whose families
have gone missing.

Come, let's go
for a drive.

MAN: You're late. Call it in.

All right, the rest
of you, let's hustle.

Base, this is Retrieval
team leader.

We're en route on November
two, approaching Mews Way.

We've got what looks like
a car fire on the main road.

Requesting permission
to reroute.

BASE COMMAND [over radio]:
Permission granted.

Just get your passenger to base ASAP.

Units 2 and 3, we're taking
a detour around this mess.

[children shouting indistinctly]

[dog whimpering]

Is that
Travis Conrad?

Fuck, man.

Units 2 and 3, dismount,
but let me handle this.

Hey, man,
what's your name again?

You can call me Z.

That's right, Z.
How are you?

Can't complain, Travis.

How are you?
I've been better.

I got $318,000 in this bag
here I'd like to give you

in exchange
for your passenger.

Well, that's a very
generous offer,

but you know I can't
do that, right?

Yeah? It's worth
your life to you?

What you going to do?

I got you outgunned
12 to 1.

[whistles]

[men murmuring]

TRAVIS: You see all these people?

These are the families
and the friends

of those villagers who you
guys somehow made disappear.

Hey, I had nothing
to do with that shit.

Yeah, well, I don't
think they give a fuck.

Well, maybe you do
give a fuck, all right?

You don't remember me,
but I served under you.

Musizi Bridge, Congo.

I know how
you roll, man.

It doesn't have to go down like that.

What's your name again?

Z.
No, your real name.

What's your name?
Zack.

All right, Zachary,
listen to me.

I wasted my whole life
learning how to hurt people.

I kill people for money,
just like you.

And you know
what it got me?

Nothing.

It took my wife,
it took my son.

It took everything,
you understand?

So I got a lot
of work to do...

before I forgive myself,
all right?

So I'm leaving here
with that boy.

And you can either walk
away with a bag of money,

or I'm going to walk away
over your dead body.

[Amahle shouts]

[men shouting]

Christopher!

Stop!

No!

[screams]

[all shouting]

[gunshot]

TRAVIS: Come on, let's go! Let's go!

Shit.
Let's go!

He's in the other
vehicle. How do you know?

Because the passenger never
rides in the rear vehicle.

Never.
It's protocol.

Out of the way!
Out of the way!

[horn blares]

Faster!
We can't lose them.

Shit.

There they are.

[car horns honking]

[in foreign language]

Just trust me,
all right?

- Christopher!
CHRISTOPHER: - Mom, is that you?

[speaking foreign language]

I can't see.
Take this thing off.

[speaks foreign language]

How have you been?

Oh, I love you so much.

Get out of here.
Go, go, go, go, go.

KATE: I can't do this alone, Travis.

TRAVIS: Kate, listen to me.

I talked to them.
This is the last time.

The next time I come
home, it's for good.

I promise.

TRAVIS: I promise.

We need to get you
to a hospital.

It's a little late
for that.

You saved my son.

Well... well, no,
you did that.

Come with us.

I still have
some work to do.

TRAVIS: And you need
to get that testimony

to the authorities.

Goodbye.

[groaning]

Travis.

Zàijiàn, Wolverine.

Zàijiàn, Hulk.

AMAHLE: Travis.

Is he still alive? Whoa, hey!
That's my ticket downtown.

Okay, guys.

TRAVIS: I hope you know
I know every protocol

for bringing in
a passenger.

So if you deviate,

try to expose
my position,

I will not hesitate
to eliminate you.

Okay.
You got it?

Yes, sir.

So call it in,
all right?

Calm.
Just be calm.

Just call it in.
Okay.

Red Mountain base,
this is Retrieval Unit 2.

inbound with passenger.

Over.

WOMAN [over radio]:
Retrieval Unit 2,

this is Red Mountain Base.

Please identify.

DRIVER:
Whiskey-foxtrot 9-3-4-2.

WOMAN: Confirmed. Your team missed
your last mile marker check-in.

What's the status
of the passenger?

Passenger is secure.
Approaching east gate now.

Copy that. Proceed.

[sighs] All right, you did a great job.

You can relax.

You know, I just probably
should let you know

that I'm going to be
dead in about 18 minutes.

So the only thing
I give a shit about

is fucking with these guys long enough

to let this woman
and her child live.

You got it?
Yes, sir.

If you'd like
to see tomorrow,

you just keep
making shit work.

MORROW: You saved my ass back there.

TRAVIS: Semper fi, buddy.

TRAVIS: Is something going on?

We've been through some
crazy shit, huh, buddy?

TRAVIS [laughs]:
Hell, yeah, we have.

We've always
known the risks.

Right?

The people
that we go after...

can retaliate.

TRAVIS: Something happen?

Something happen
to Jasmin?

No, man.

Kate and Adam.

TRAVIS: What?

They're...

they're gone.

Man, I'm sorry.

What the fuck?

This is not a kid.

DRIVER: Please don't shoot me. I'll
do whatever you want. Sit up. Sit up!

[alarm throbbing]

WOMAN: Excuse me, sir.

There appears
to be a disruption

occurring at the north gate.

Loading closed-circuit
video now.

[shouting over video]

Put us
in full lockdown.

Then tell Mr. Morrow
I'd like to see him.

Yes, sir.

Sir, we have a situation
at the front gate.

Yeah. I know.

Fucking Conrad.

[elevator dings]

[indistinct chatter
over surveillance video]

Sir?

Explain.

[TRAVIS over video]:
Go home. Get out of here!

Go home before
I change my mind.

All right, Travis.
Now let's get to work.

What are you thinking?

Patch me through
to the gate.

WOMAN: Right away, sir.

Let me talk
to him.

[MORROW over speaker]:
Travis, it's me.

It's over, buddy.

MORROW: You hear me?

These guys,

they're not like us.

There is no loyalty.

There is no code.

There's only one code
that I live by, Conrad.

WETZLER: And that's for people
to do whatever the fuck I say.

I just ordered a team
to find and kill

your father-in-law.

Give us
the memory card.

That's all we want.

Nobody gets hurt.

Oh, Jim, we both know
that's not true.

Patch me through
everywhere.

WOMAN: Right away, sir.

Oh, come on, Frank.
Come on, Frank.

[line rings]
Shit.

WETZLER [over speakers]: Move in and
capture the driver of that vehicle.

If he tries to retreat,
resist or advance,

shoot to kill.

[funky music blaring]
[vibrating]

Oh, shit.

[laughs]

Looks like
we're both fucked.

All right, Travis.

The shortest distance between
two points is a straight line.

This one's
for you, Frank.

[engine revving]

[yells]

[screams]

MAN: Hold. Go, go, go, go.

Secure the vehicle first.

[indistinct voice]

Make sure
he's dead.

[blues music plays distantly]

MAN: One, two, three.

Cover me.
Left side.

Sir, the vehicle
is inaccessible.

The stairwell's
totally blocked.

Go around.

MORROW: I want a team up here now.

Yes, sir.

Echo Team on me.
Move.

Send a strike team to
find the Interpol agent

and that
fucking card.

WOMAN: Yes, sir. Right away.

[upbeat music
playing distantly]

[upbeat music
playing louder]

You got
the right place.

And the right time.

♪ Tell me, how do you feel? ♪

♪ Well, now I feel
Pretty good ♪

♪ Tell me, how do you feel? ♪

Motherfuckers.

♪ Well, now I feel
Very good ♪

MAN: Strike team, moving out.

Copy that.

I want a status report.
On the target right now.

MAN: Copy that.

Approaching
the vehicle now.

[alarm blares]

What is that?

[tires squeal]

MAN: The security gate is down. Open it.

WOMAN: Sir, a security system
breach has been detected.

All perimeter gates
are unresponsive.

It's him.

He's still alive.

Sir, there's nobody
in the vehicle.

He's protecting
the girl.

He's trying
to fuck with us.

Shit. Sir, we got C-4
wired to explode here.

MAN 2: We got another
here! [all shouting]

MAN: Watch it, watch it,
watch it, watch the lights.

WETZLER: Secure the room.

No one gets in here.

Tech, you copy?

WOMAN: Yes sir. What can I do for you?

Send the chopper.

And get me an outside strike
team on that Interpol bitch.

Call me the second
you have her.

Stay frosty, boys.

What are you doing?

I'm having a drink.

[men grunting]

You want one?

[men grunting]

A million dollars to
the man who kills Conrad.

But only if he fucking stays dead!

[yells]

[gunfire]

[yells]

[Travis grunts]

[yells]

[grunts]

[blade slices flesh]

[yells]

[breathing heavily]

[croaks]

I am so sorry.

It's okay, Dad.

You're almost home.

[inhales and exhales]

[sobs]

WETZLER: Come on out, Travis.

[yells]

WOMAN: Sir, your transport has arrived.

[grunts]

[panting]

WETZLER: You don't want to shoot him,

because you think
he's your friend.

He had no problem
looking the other way

when I ordered Adam
and Kate to be killed.

[groans]

A man with no family
has nothing to lose.

[grunts]

You knew.

He didn't want
you to quit.

You could have
saved them.

TRAVIS: We could have saved them.

I was protecting
my family.

[sighs]

It was mine
or yours.

Do it.

Shoot me.

[inhales and sighs]

I don't want to kill you.

I want the fish
to like me.

WOMAN: Sir, we've located the
Interpol agent and her son.

The local strike team is
being patched through now.

I got eyes on him.

MAN ON STREET:
Should I take the shot?

Negative.

[sighs]

MORROW: Stand down.

Let him live.

[clock chimes]

Semper fi.

You know
what this is?

This is the moment
where you realize

that the line between
friendship and profession

is not where you
thought it was.

Fuck you.

Drop your weapon!
Drop your fucking weapon!

MAN: Put it down!

Don't do it.

[gunshots]

[whimpers]

Hey.

Come here. Dad, Dad, I caught a fish!

What'd you catch?
Show me what you caught.

I caught a fish.

Well, show me
what it is.

Adam!
[giggles]

Adam, show me
what you caught!

HELEN:
Travis, can you hear me?

Listen to the sound
of my voice.

It's all going
to be okay.

Stop fighting and stay
with the sound of my voice.

Can you hear me?

[monitors flatlining]

You let me live,
remember?

[gasps]

[God's Gonna Cut You Down
plays]

♪ You can run home
For a long time ♪

♪ Run home for a long time ♪

♪ Run home
For a long time ♪

♪ Sooner or later
Gotta cut you down ♪

♪ Sooner or later gotta
Cut you down ♪

♪ Go and tell
That long-tongued liar ♪

♪ Go and tell
That midnight rider ♪

♪ Tell the rambler
The gambler, backbiter ♪

♪ Tell them that God's
Gonna cut them down ♪

♪ Tell them that God's gonna
Cut them down ♪

♪ My goodness gracious
Let me tell you the news ♪

♪ My head's been wet
With the midnight dew ♪

♪ I've been down
On bended knee ♪

♪ Talking to the man
From Galilee ♪

♪ Spoke to me
And his voice so sweet ♪

♪ I thought I heard the shuffle
Of angels' feet ♪

♪ He called my name
And my heart stood still ♪

♪ When he says
"You go do my will" ♪

♪ Go tell that
Long-tongued liar ♪

♪ Go and tell
That midnight rider ♪

♪ Tell the rambler
The gambler, backbiter ♪

♪ Tell them that God's
Gonna cut them down ♪

♪ Tell them that God's gonna
Cut them down ♪

♪ You can run home
For a long time ♪

♪ Run home for a long time ♪

♪ Run home
For a long time ♪

♪ Sooner or later
Gotta cut you down ♪

♪ Sooner or later gotta
Cut you down ♪

♪ You may throw a rock
And hide your hand ♪

♪ Working in the dark
Against your fellow man ♪

♪ But sure as God
Made black and white ♪

♪ What's done in the dark
Will be brought to the light ♪

♪ What's done in the dark ♪

♪ Will be brought
To the light ♪

♪ You can run home
For a long time ♪

♪ Run home for a long time ♪

♪ Run home
For a long time ♪

♪ Sooner or later
Gotta cut you down ♪

♪ Sooner or later gotta
Cut you down ♪

♪ Go and tell
That long-tongued liar ♪

♪ Go and tell
That midnight rider ♪

♪ Tell the rambler
The gambler, backbiter ♪

♪ Tell them that God's
Gonna cut them down ♪

♪ Tell them that God's gonna
Cut them down ♪

♪ Tell them that God's
Gonna cut them down ♪