All language subtitles for xXx 2002 BluRay 23.976fps 124.05mn Eng

He stole the chip, he's inside.

I see him.

Kirill!

Time to work.

" OPSEC 3, yellow. "

" OPSEC 4, orange. "

" OPSEC 5, red. "

And at 0030 hours, the mission
deviated from the set parameters.

It wasn't part of the plan for our agent
to get shot in the back?
That's reassuring.

" Identity confirmed. "

" McGrath was uploading some data
to us when he was killed. "

" Take a look at this.
I'm not sure yet exactly what it is. "

- A fragment of a complex molecule.
- Gibbons.

Some of our analysts think it may be
a link to a Soviet bio-weapon...

...called Silent Night.

- James, what the hell is he doing here?
- I called him in.

We've lost three agents already.
You could use the help.

I found out your agents were killed
by this group, Anarchy 99.

They're ex-military. They can smell
the training on our agents a mile away.

Sir, I think it's time we tried
something new.

These guys aren't ours.
Who are they? CIA?

No, civilians.
Convicts, mercs, contract killers.

The best and brightest
of the bottom of the barrel.

- They're the scum of the earth.
- Programmable, expendable, they work.

I think it's our best shot.

Do we wanna drop another mouse
in the snake pit?

Or do we wanna send our own snake
and let him crawl in?

Come on, Pepe. This is unbelievable.

Hello!

Well, hello, it's about time.
Now, listen....

Were you coming from Tijuana?
I don't mean to be rude.

Keep it out of the sun.
I don't want the paint to fade.

Do you understand English?
I pay enough for you people.

" Come on, Janelle.
You're gonna love this place. It's tops. "

- Dick, how are you?
- This is Janelle.

- Call 911.
- Who's driving my car?

Hotchkiss! Senator Hotchkiss!
California state Senate!

Listen, somebody just stole my car!

FarangSiam thanks you.
Have Fun!

You, in the red Corvette!
Pull over immediately!

Yeah, yeah. These monkeys are following me
because I just took this car.

Obviously the car doesn't belong to me,
it's not my style.

It belongs to Dick, Dick Hotchkiss,
a California state senator.

You remember Dick.
He tried to ban rap music...

...because he feels the lyrics
promote violence.

It's music, Dick!

He also wants to pull every video game
off every shelf in the country...

...because he feels that the video games
diminish the intelligence of our youth.

Come on, Dick.

It's the only education we got.

Dick, you're a bad man.
You know what we do to bad men.

We punish them.

Dick, you've just entered the Xander zone.

Okay, I'm coming in hot
with a side of bacon!

Go, go, go!

Pull it! Pull it!

Yes!

Go get the cameras! Go! Go! Go!

Moral is, don't be a dick, Dick!

You guys got the cameras?
All right, let's go, let's go!

Peace out!

Outstanding.

Thank you.

- What's up?
- You invited these people?

Of course not.

That's my dog! What's up?

Today was off the hook!
You're psycho, bro!

Psycho? That was off the chain, man.

Yo, yo, yo. What is up with that
crazy trick that we've been hearing about?

- My Superman seat-grab barrel roll?
- Word.

I'm still working on it.

You're a hard guy to get ahold of, Xander.

You know, an athlete like you should
really have his own video game.

Jordan King. I can make it happen.

- I'm gonna hold on to this for later.
- You do that.

You know he'll never sell out.
That's why he is who he is.

So you need to relax.
Who invited you, anyway?

- Ex...
- Shut up.

Listen, this is for real. I can get us
an advance on Internet presales.

So you need to just go to Pago Pago
or something.

Get some girls, do them all.
I don't care. Go on vacation.

It's Bora Bora, J.
And I got enough girls here.

Since when did you care so much
about money?

I just need you to lay low
till the heat's off, okay?

I got an underground website to run.
I got tapes to make.

And I can't do that with you in jail.

- Did you see that?
- I don't care. Listen to me.

- I'm untouchable.
- Whatever.

Move! Get out!

Get out!

You right there, move it! Come on!

Come on, let's go! Move, move!

Okay, okay, I'll turn down the music.

It was only a Corvette.

" Let's go, baby.
Your order is getting cold. "

" - More coffee?
- Can you give me some hash browns? "

" - Sure.
- Make them all sloppy. I like them runny. "

" - Okay.
- Yeah, yeah. "

How did I get here?

Two big guys dropped you off about 10
minutes ago. Told me to look after you.

Want some coffee?
You look like you could use some.

You all right?

Fine.

I said, you got a problem, boy?

No. No problem.

- All right, nobody make a move!
- Nobody move!

Just couldn't let him leave, could you?
Keep your goddamned mouth shut!

Keep still or I'll make sure
you stop breathing.

- Empty the goddamn register now!
- Empty that register!

Get back!

Get back! Get back.

- Well done, Mr. Cage.
- Who the hell are you?

The name's Gibbons. Augustus Gibbons.

You seem upset. Is there a problem?

- What is this place?
- Looks like a diner.

That's clever.

You know, you almost had me going
there for a while.

I was a bit groggy before,
and then I started noticing things.

Like you got a stockbroker over here,
all dressed up...

...reading the Financial Times
on a Sunday when the market's closed.

Unlikely, but okay, I can go with that.

I could even go with the stick-up man
packing a cop-issue Beretta.

But you wanna know where you blew it?
With her.

My aunt was in the restaurant business
all her life.

There's no way in hell a career waitress
comes to work in high heels.

She'd have blisters
the size of pancakes before lunch.

And if she ain't real,
then this whole thing ain't real.

That's how I knew that this bozo
over here wouldn't get a shot off...

...even if we waited
till St. Patrick's Day.

Because there's nothing but blanks
in these guns.

And no offense...

...but their performances were terrible.

- That's good. That's very good.
- Okay.

It's your turn, pretty boy.

- What the hell is going on here?
- It was a test, Mr. Cage, that you aced.

- He seems to have a poor attitude.
- Excuse me?

- Should we throw him back?
- Hell, no. I love his attitude.

Let's take this to the next level.
Get on the Satcom.

Take what to the next level?

- Yo! Take what?
- I want everybody out in 10 minutes.

I don't know who you think you're
playing with. I don't play this game.

- Get Mike a doctor or he'll look like me.
- I got a party to go to.

- Shut him up.
- And don't forget to pay for my wind...

Why is it always the assholes
who pass the tests?

You guys haven't been
to any diners lately, huh?

Diner finalists.

- What, no coffee?
- Oh, yeah.

- Here comes the ROTC.
- Here we go.

Oh, yeah.

- Where's my peanuts?
- All right.

Can you ask for the stewardess?

" - Standing by to deploy drogue.
- Roger. "

Opening door, deploying drogue parachute.

- This is gonna hurt.
- What the hell is this?

- " Release drogue now. "
- Roger.

- This ain't right! None of this is right!
- Bye.

I live for this shit!

Not bad!

Let's do that again.

Holy shit. This is Colombia.

" Cocaine, man. They're coke plants. "

No keys.

- What the hell are you doing?
- You know what this shit's worth?

What now? Is this another test?

- Let's go across the river. Let's go!
- Yeah, good idea. Good idea!

Guess you monkeys are just too good
for me. I guess I failed this test.

You guys got something to drink?

Nice to see you again, fellas.

Yeah, you too.

Boy, they went all out on this one, huh?

You gotta be kidding.

Okay, funny guys.

I'll show you what we do with funny guys
who get in our business.

What? Hog-tie us and force us
to listen to your bad accent?

No.

We cut off their Achilles tendon and
watch them flop around like a marionette.

Unless you have something to tell me,
something I need to know, huh?

Okay. You're short.

My friend says you could use a haircut
to update your style. Get off of me.

Shut up!

Hey, just two seconds ago you told us
to talk. Now it's "shut up"?

I don't mean to nitpick, but you're
the worst at this torture thing.

You slap me again,
I'm gonna throw you a beating.

Boy, I hope they're paying you
extra for this.

You know what, funny guy?
Maybe I'll cut off your nose first, huh?

Funny guy.

What's funny is,
this actually smells like real blood.

I hope you like it because it's
the last thing you're gonna smell.

I'm hit! I'm hit! I'm hit!

Virg, give me a hand.

" This is the Colombian army!
Give up, you're surrounded! "

Try to walk, T.J. T. J., try to walk.

Virg! Get out here!

To hell with this.
Every man for himself.

I'm gonna get us some wheels.

Hang in there.

Good luck.

" The guy on the bike, that's the drug lord! "

" Let's get him! "

T.J.!

X! I'm over here! X!

" There he is! "

" We toasted his ass! "

I got us a bike.

Pussies!

Look who it is. Frankenstein. Uncuff me
so I can beat the shit out of you.

Relax, X, you just graduated
at the head of your class.

What the hell are you talking about?
You almost got us killed out there.

- We knew the army was moving in.
- Excuse me?

It was my idea to send you in as a decoy.
How do you like...

- You're pretty fast for an old man.
- Get up.

Walk with me.

You know, I believe under the right
circumstances, a man can change.

For instance, last night you exhibited
courage, leadership...

...and the willingness to protect
a man you hardly knew.

- So give me a medal.
- I'd rather give you a job.

Look at me. Do I look like
a fan of law enforcement?

This is your lucky day, Xander.

This is your chance
to pay back your Uncle Sam...

...for all the wonderful freedoms
you enjoy.

The job's not that difficult.

I just want you to meet some people
and find out what you can about them.

What type of people?

Dangerous, dirty, tattooed, uncivilized.
Your kind of people.

Hold up.

My kind of people would say,
"Kiss my ass, scarface."

This is usually where I'd take out my gun,
press it to your temple...

...and ask you very politely
to do what I want.

But you're not the type that's afraid
of death so that puts us in a quandary.

- We better call this a day, then.
- Not just yet.

You ever watch lions at the zoo?

You can tell which ones were captured
in the wild by the look in their eyes.

The wild cat.

She remembers running across the plain,
the thrill of the hunt.

Four hundred pounds of killing fury
locked in a box.

But after a while,
their eyes start to glaze over...

...and you can tell their soul has died.

The same thing happens to a man.

Leavenworth Federal Penitentiary
is no joke.

They'll take a wild man like you
and throw him in solitary just for fun.

No more mountains to board,
no more oceans to surf.

Just a 6-by-8 cell with no window
and only a bucket to shit in.

But you can avoid all that
by doing me this small favor.

You don't have shit on me.

I noticed you have three X's
tattooed on the back of your neck.

I think that's rather appropriate
since you're looking at three strikes.

Grand theft auto, reckless endangerment,
and that little bridge stunt of yours...

...makes you a three-time loser.

Maybe you ought to call yourself
"Triple X."

But if you do what I want, I'll make all
your criminal transgressions go away...

...and let you get back
to that pathetic excuse of a life.

You think maybe I should be like you.

Get all shot up
for the old Stars and Stripes.

I bet that flag is a real comfort
every time you look in the mirror.

A small price I paid for putting
foot to ass for my country.

So, what's it gonna be, Triple X?

You wanna get on a plane...

...or is "Kiss my ass, scarface"
your final answer?

Yo. What's your name, slick?

My name is lvan.

- Ivan? What's your name, buddy?
- My name is lvan.

You're both Ivan?

Take a seat.

Idiots! Where is the American agent?

This is him, sir.

We better order another body bag.

Guys, what's up?

I told you to sit down.

I've just been on a plane for 12 hours.
I think I'll stand.

My name is Milan Sova,
Czech secret police.

When you are here,
you are under my jurisdiction.

You take my orders,
you do what I say.

And if you become any kind of
an inconvenience, I'll shoot you.

That's great.
Is this where I'm staying?

You are here because your government
is putting pressure on mine.

This is an internal Czech affair
that you are interfering with.

I will warn you once:
Don't shit in my lawn.

Get whatever information
your government seeks and get out.

Let's get this straight.

You may not want me here,
but I definitely don't wanna be here.

Two, I've never been
under anyone's jurisdiction.

And three, if you're gonna
shoot anybody...

...shoot that monkey
that sold you the suit.

Now, I'm tired. I'm going to sleep.

Be ready in three hours.

" Everybody in this club
has two things in common: "

They're filthy rich and they're criminals.

I'll fit in perfect...

...except for the filthy rich part.

- Remember, we don't know each other.
- I wish we didn't.

Yeah, can I get a cranberry club soda?

Take... Throw this back there?
I'll tip you something.

Put it in the back.

How much? Do I get a ticket?

That's them. Anarchy 99.

See the guy on the couch
in the center?

That's Yorgi. He's the leader.

He owns this club and five others like it.
All, how do you say, cash cows.

American?!

Hey, guys, I'm American.
Have you seen Yorgi? Yorgi!

Hey, Yorgi! I hear you're the guy...

I heard you were the guy
to talk to about cars.

Take yourself outside.

Take myself outside? I'm just h...

Okay. I'm not welcome.

Guess you'd rather have cops
in your club.

You wanna talk?

Hey, you silly boy. Come with me
and show me the cop...

...and don't be mistake.

See that guy there, with the suit
made out of motel drapes?

That's a cop.

Is there a problem?
I just had a drink, you know?

" I already paid.
I'm gonna give a big tip, you know? "

So, what is this all about?
I've done nothing.

You've done nothing?
Who do you work for?

I work in a bank. So what?

You've gotta be....

What are you doing? Stop it! Stop it!

What's that, your bus pass?

Czech 5-0. Czech 5-0.

Leave my club.

- How did you know?
- How'd I know?

When he was paying for his drinks, he
was flashing his badge to half the bar.

Cops like plague.

No matter how many you pay, there's
always another with his hand out.

I'm from the streets.
I know cops, believe me.

I appreciate you bringing this to our
attention. My question to you is why?

I figure, no one likes cops
crashing their party.

I figure, I do you a solid,
we could talk.

I just wanna buy cars, man.

Is this guy gonna hump my leg?

What's your name?

Xander Cage.

I knew it.

You are amazing on snowboard,
motorbike, everything.

- You're awesome.
- Thank you, man.

My brother is crazy too,
and a great admirer of yours.

He has seen your tapes many times.
Now we can talk business.

This way, please.

Yelena.

Welcome to the Xander zone.

Now, that's funny. That's funny.

- Sit down, Mr. Cage.
- You know what?

My friends call me X.

So, X, what exactly are you wanting?

Ferraris, high-end pasta rockets,
10 to start.

This car, number 10,
will be very difficult to find in Europe.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, that one's for me.

I put it in there
to get something out of the deal.

Well, you certainly know your cars.

Yeah. Cars, bikes, boards. You name it.

I like anything fast enough
to do something stupid in.

Yes.

Ten cars is hardly worth the effort.
We're talking a lousy million-five, U.S.

Now, hold on a second.

The American buyers I represent,
to them, 10 cars is an appetizer.

- And it's a mil max, sister.
- How about a million-four?

I was thinking more like a mil-two.

Do you know what a wire transfer is?

Is she for real?

Sweetheart, is there anything else
you need to do?

Let us big boys have a conversation.

"Conversation,"
a word with four syllables.

Do you want some ice
before your brain overheats?

Ice. Yeah, you could chisel some off
your heart, if you could find it.

Okay.

This would work a lot faster, princess,
if I had an account number.

You have 48 hours
to complete the transfer.

- Don't waste my time.
- Oh, I wouldn't dream of it.

In fact, I might throw in a couple extra
bucks and send you to charm school.

Now that business is finished,
we party.

Bitches, come!

Yeah?

Holy shit, I thought this was
a cell phone.

Have a nice rest, Xander?

Dial it down.
I just got to sleep an hour ago.

You were given a specific list of cars to
go after. Who told you to alter that list?

The cars on that list sucked.
They would've seen through it.

You know, you guys should
think about switching travel agents.

I got that info you wanted.

Hang on a second.

Okay, you guys ready for this?

Names, birthdays,
ranks in the Red Army.

Favorite foods?
How the hell did you get all this?

Kolya, Yorgi's younger brother,
happens to be an action sports fanatic.

So naturally, he's a fan.

But when you kill a bottle of vodka
in three swigs, you'll talk too much.

- Oh, I got something else for you.
- What?

Their personal bank account number.

Where the hell did I put that thing?

Okay.

Stolen cars, nightclubs,
prostitution, extortion.

What's the big deal with these guys?
We got criminals like this in the U.S.

Your job is to gather intel,
not ask questions.

Well, I did my job, thank you.
I'm coming home.

Not just yet.

You're a victim of your own success,
Triple X.

I want you to get closer to these guys.

- These guys are cool, but not that cool.
- Go deeper.

I'll send a guy over with a care package
to help you out.

- I thought we had a deal.
- You change the cars, I change the deal.

Do this for me, you can come home.

You know, if you're gonna
send someone to save the world...

...make sure they like it the way it is.

I have a really firm chest.
I bench like 225.

Like, bench. Weight room. Bye.

- That's him.
- Wait. Wait, wait. You're Triple X?

- You're the care package?
- That's right. Agent Toby Lee Shavers.

Come on.

You know, you gotta rate pretty high
to get Gibbons to send all this stuff.

I kind of wish I was going with you.

Field agent,
mixed up in the fury of the situation.

That's just crazy, man. License to kill,
death, destruction, mayhem.

Got a gun under your pillow. Never know
when some freak villain will pop out and:

All right.

- How long you been with the agency?
- Two days.

You're shitting me. No way.

That sucks.

Yeah, it sucks, but it beats jail.

No, it sucks because I spent six years...

...in the basement of some windowless
NSA gadget freak room, man.

And I got a degree.
I got a degree from MIT.

Phi Beta Kappa, magna cum laude.

(Since 1776, the oldest honor society for
the liberal arts and sciences in the U.S.)

And they probably picked you up,
what, pumping iron in San Quentin?

You ever get punched in the face
for talking too much?

Show me the stuff.

This one made my career,
the definition of perfection:

My multi-purpose, multi-function
field revolver.

- I like this.
- Well, then you'll love these.

These are all attachment darts. Darts
for everything. See the green ones?

Datura knockout darts.

Guy goes down for 12 hours,
wakes up, doesn't know who he is...

...where he is, and his head's splitting
like a cord of firewood, man.

I was shot twice by those.

And the red ones, these are tranquilizer
and blood-splatter darts.

All the appearance of a kill shot without
the aftereffects. You know, like death.

You've got exploding darts,
radio surveillance darts...

...and of course your standard .44-caliber
bullets, if you wanna get nasty.

A little wet work. You know
what I'm talking about, right, huh?

Knocked over a few 7-Elevens,
have we?

No, I had my leg in a cast
for about three months.

All I did was play first-person
shooter video games.

That's a really sad story.

Okay. Check this out, on to my baby.

Eagle Eyes.
Nine different enhanced-vision modes.

Every little boy's dream,
the penetrator mode.

Check it out.

Oh, my God.

- She's checking you out, man.
- I think I'll hang on to these.

And now, on to my latest achievement.

I just put the finishing touches
on them last week.

What do you think?

- Bandages?
- No, Mr. X, watch and learn.

There's enough primer on this bandage
to blow a hole in a vault...

...vaporize a human being, or whatever
an agent like you might find a use for it.

And check this out.

This is the detonator.
How cool is that, man?

- You might wanna back up for this. Go on.
- It's a bandage.

Just go on and get behind the wall.

You ready?
I've always wanted to say this.

Fire in the hole.

It's loaded.

So, what do you think? Beautiful.

You like the cars?

I love the cars, they're dope.

- You like the money?
- I love money, but I do not have it.

Really? You look like
you're doing extremely well.

All these employees, beautiful cars.

This is no time for being funny.

- You didn't think I wasn't good for it?
- It never crossed my mind.

There's a cargo ship waiting for you
in Rijeka. Here's the address.

This place is dope.

This one's mine?

Car number 10.

Kolya found it hiding in Berlin.
It was very difficult to find.

No, please.

Allow me. You were kind enough
to give me the money.

Now, please...

...drive.

No, allow me.

You're all right, Yorgi.

Everything's all right with enough vodka.

You must come to party tonight.
Big party at one of my clubs.

- Yeah?
- Yes.

What's going on, my friend?

I don't know, you tell me.
You got a sniper up there or what?

He's not with us, Xander,
he must be with you.

Bullshit! Tell your men to get down...

...or I'm gonna give you another hole
to breathe out of. Are we clear?

All right. It's not yours.
Let's go and get him together.

Son of a bitch.
That same cop from the club.

Filthy cop.

Most people talk a lot.
Few are up for the moment.

Welcome to Anarchy 99.

Why do you do that to yourself?
That cigarette's gonna kill you one day.

I like smoke better than air.
If I could, I'd smoke in my sleep.

I will still do it after it kills me.

You were talking about Anarchy 99.

What is that, some motorcycle gang
of yours?

It's what we've been living since 1999
when we left the army of Mother Russia.

Many of our comrades died in combat,
and we said, "To hell with this shit."

They die for what? Politics?

Whose politics? Not ours!

So we decide from then on
to do what we want, when we want.

It is in their honor
we call ourselves Anarchy 99.

You know, there's an old punk song.
It says:

" "America stands for freedom." "

" - "But if you think you're free"...
- "But if you think you're free".... "

" ..."try walking into a deli"... "

" - ..."and urinating on the cheese!"
- ..."and urinating on the cheese!" "

- You got it!
- "Anarchy Burger" by the Vandals.

Look, I'm with you,
but what are you gonna do?

You got rules,
you got government everywhere.

Always was, always will be.

Maybe not always.

Yelena.

Make sure he doesn't get lonely.

Don't be shy.

You wanna dance?

Hey. Hey.

Hey! I'm really a good dancer.

Make that two.

All right, it's gonna be like that, huh?

Look, if you're mad at him,
don't take it out on me.

I've been trying to figure out the deal
between you two all night.

You his woman or what?

Yeah, I'm his woman.

If you pay me as much,
I'll be your woman too.

- Did you enjoy that?
- Yeah.

Good, because it will
never happen again.

The original owners just one day
decide to move out.

- This is amazing, man.
- Make yourself at home.

Let me get your coat.

Viktor.

Yo, what's up with your boy?
What's he got, a coat fetish?

Oh, no.

He's in love with her. Dirty fool.

Yeah!

Time for bed, X. It's getting early.
Yelena!

Would you be kind enough
to show him his room?

- After you.
- No, after you.

- No, after you.
- No, I insist.

That's it.

Last chance to tuck me in.

Good morning.

The things I'm gonna do
for my country.

It's none of my business,
but a drill and some titanium bits...

...will get you further than that camera.

You're not supposed to be in here.

I was on my way to the bathroom.

What's your excuse?

I don't need an excuse.

Oh, you're good.

But not that good.

Look, I came in here to photograph
Yorgi's safe...

...because I thought it might be worth
a lot to somebody.

Come on. You're cold,
intelligent and vicious.

It's your eyes that give you away.

They gave you away
when I shot that cop.

So, what are you gonna do now?

Now I'm gonna take you to lunch.

Oh, and that cop I shot isn't dead.

I have some information for you.

I can always use information.

Who is this?
How did you get this number?

Yes. Important information
that you need about Xander Cage.

" - So you don't like foreigners, do you?
- No, you're a pig. "

What about your boyfriend,
is he a pig too?

You tell me,
you should recognize one of your kind.

Now, tell me about the cop.

What would you say if I told you
I'm not who you think I am?

That I could get you out of
the mess you're in.

Really? And what mess am I in?

The mess that makes you sneak around
the castle when everyone's asleep.

That mess. The cop?

See this?
It's called a blood-splatter dart.

The impact's real, but it's harmless.
Red paint, mostly.

Why?

I'm a secret agent.

Are you sure you don't wanna embarrass me?

- Come on.
- What's so funny about that?

I mean, look at you.

I work for the NSA.

You're funny, you know that?

Yelena, it's Kirill.

Yorgi found out that Cage
is an American agent.

Do you understand what I'm telling you?
You are in danger, my love.

The building across the street.
The statue.

Bring him outside. I will do the rest.

What was that, your boyfriend?

Let's say you are who you say you are.

- What can you do for me?
- What do you want?

I want immunity from prosecution,
asylum in the U.S. and citizenship.

How about a condo in South Beach
and a rich boyfriend?

Those I can get for myself.

- What do you want from me?
- I need to know more about Anarchy 99.

- You want to know about Anarchy 99?
- Yeah.

Well, you've seen the girls,
the clubs, the parties.

What you don't see
is what goes on during the day.

There's been a lot of activity
in the last year.

People coming in and out.

- Russian scientists.
- Well, what are they up to?

I don't know. They go in the basement
and I'm not allowed in.

Now's a good time for you
to get yourself invited.

Yorgi knows you're an agent.
Kirill is waiting out front with his rifle.

- Where...?
- Don't look!

There's a back door.

If I go out the back,
they'll know you warned me.

If you go out the front,
he’ll put a bullet in your eye.

- You still packing?
- Always.

Get ready to use it.

What's your plan?

- He's still in love with you, right?
- Yeah.

He won't fire till he's got a clear shot.

That's your plan? Thank you. Great.

Draw!

He's on the way.

Gibbons! My favorite kidnapper.
Next time send a limo.

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

You already broke me.
You don't need to get cruel and unusual.

A ticket? Now, that's funny.

- Okay, where am I gonna go now?
- Home.

Home?

Your cover's been blown.
You're no longer useful.

That's it? I'm done?

No tricks. We have enough intel
to move forward.

- With what?
- Sweeper team. Quick, clean, effective.

Don't worry yourself about it, X.
It'll all be over soon.

You mean a sweeper team
to come in and kill everybody?

You know, not all of them
are as bad as you think.

You had to shoot a cop
to get in with them.

How "not as bad as I think"
could they be?

Okay, look.

We've got a complication.
There's a girl. Yelena.

There's always a girl.

She wants out and I sent her back in
to get more intel for you.

There's no time to play favorites, Xander.
The cards have been dealt.

What do you mean,
the cards have been dealt?

You don't even know her, man.

Oh, by the way,
that bank number you gave us?

Your friends and Yelena
have made some large cash transfers...

...to a group of Russian scientists
known to specialize and traffic...

...in biological weapons.

- Dude, she had nothing to do with it.
- Go home, Triple X.

- She ain't...
- That's an order.

- How's it going?
- Life is shit!

Yeah, well, what can you do?

Through this door,
you are with us to the end.

- Are you sure that's what you want?
- I'm sure.

We are almost finished.

This is Ahab.
Think of it as solar-powered submarine.

It can circumnavigate the globe
to reach its target.

It need only surface to gather sunshine
and to do its business.

What is it? What's its business?

Dropping off presents
to all the good little boys and girls.

My team will be finished tomorrow.

How about you?

We're finished now.

Nikolai!

Bring the rockets.

The detonator is for you.

Yorgi! The binary agents are mixing.

It will kill us all!

Looks like little white mouse.

Bye-bye, little mouse.

Oh, my God.

They did their job
and now they were liability.

We don't need anyone
talking about our business.

The gas gets sucked through
the extractor fans, passed into water...

...and broken down to become,
once again, completely harmless.

So quiet.

I know now why they call it Silent Night.

Let's get some food.

Find out what's going on!

What the hell was that?

That works.

Fire in the hole.

Sova. What are you doing here, man?

First you set me up in the bar.
Then you shoot me in the back.

My boss does it to me.
I did it to you. It's a vicious circle.

- You think it's funny?
- No, I don't.

You didn't take it personally,
did you?

I did what I had to do to get in.
We're on the same side, remember?

I'm sorry. I switched sides.

You pushed me too far, Triple X.

And my government doesn't pay
quite as well as Yorgi.

Well, my government pays twice as much...

Did you think you could just walk
into the spy business one day...

- ...and have all the angles figured out?
- What are you gonna do, shoot me?

Where do you want it?
In the head, to be quick?

Or in the chest for an open casket,
so I can see your heart?

Can I think about it?

What the hell are you doing?

I heard you talking.
I could tell where you were in the room.

You wanna tell me
what you're doing with the Ivans?

What's going on?

There's something I didn't
have the time to tell you before.

I'm an agent as well.

I'm an agent for FSB,
Russian Intelligence.

You know, like your CIA.

- I've been undercover here for two years.
- Two years?

What was your plan,
to let them die of old age?

There was no plan.

A year and a half ago, Intelligence gets
reorganized, and I stop getting orders.

They forget about me. And I did what
I must to survive. You understand?

What do I understand?
I've been an agent for a week.

But my boss needs to know
what we know now.

- Okay?
- Okay.

The purpose of this submarine...

...is to deploy a binary nerve agent
called Silent Night.

The formula's been missing since
the Soviet Union's collapse in '91.

And it can kill millions.

We knew they were up to something.
You found out what it is.

That's excellent work, Triple X.

There was never a sweeper team,
was there?

If I told you not to jump off
the Empire State Building....

Yeah, you're right. I'd definitely do it.

See? I inspired you.

I'm an authority figure,
that's what I'm supposed to do.

Look, my men are on this now.

- It's time for you to come home.
- What about Yelena?

I'm not authorized to give her asylum.

But I promise it'll be done
by the time you get here.

Come home, Xander. That's an order.

How soon can Yorgi launch this thing?

You were told to go home.

- And your people are handling...
- How soon, Yelena?

Soon.
But it's not our problem anymore.

If they get ahead of schedule,
it's everyone's problem.

Look, it's impossible.

He's got an army, a fortress.
You don't stand a chance.

I've risked my life
for a lot of stupid reasons.

This is the first one
that makes sense to me.

This is not one of your stunts.
You'll die in this, you know that.

I know that
if you don't go back in there...

...he's gonna know something's wrong.

You can't ask me to go back there.
You can't.

You want to know something ironic?
I volunteered for this assignment.

I wanted to make a difference.

I fought for it.

Then finish it.

Xander.

Remember what I told you
after you kissed me?

- Never again?
- I lied.

But when you break it down,
I'm a simple man, you know?

I'd be happy with a beautiful
Czech girl, house...

Hey, geek!
Got new orders from Gibbons. Get in.

- I want all that in here.
- Done.

The castle's covered
with surveillance cameras.

That's why we cannot get close enough.

Hang on. Hang on.

That's why I need to knock out
the communications tower...

...at the base of the mountain.

Now, is there anyone here
who knows how to fly a plane?

I can.

Too much turbulence
around these mountains!

Just get me in line with that tower!

I'll do the rest.

Go! Go now!

Viktor! We got company!

Catch him fast. Kill him slow!

Viktor. Viktor!

Nothing like fresh powder.

Yelena, my sweet dove,
did you get confused?

Your assignment was to kill the cop
after he killed X.

Not good for undercover agent
from Russian Intelligence.

I knew about you all along...

...and it was my pleasure to twist you
and use you how I saw fit.

And you.

Of all people,
I thought you'd understand...

...what I'm trying to accomplish.

Can you imagine?

Imagine a city like Prague vanishing...

...in cloud of poison gas.

Then Hamburg, London, Washington.

Imagine not knowing who did it or why.
And so they turn on each other.

These guys attack those guys.
Those guys invade these guys.

Soon, whole world implodes.

Imagine governments disappearing.

And in the end...

...imagine facing
absolute, beautiful freedom.

But neither of you will be there
to see it.

Like Viktor.

Like Kolya.

Cover me!

Get me out of this thing.

He took the hard drive.
He's going to launch Ahab!

Pick one.

Ivan, take out that nest!

You have to turn the safety off.

Hold them off as long as you can.

See you, my friend.

Come on, baby.

Stop! He's got us pinned down.

Shit.

You got a bazooka.

Dude, stop thinking Prague Police...

...and start thinking PlayStation.
Blow shit up!

This is not bazooka.
This is heat-seeker rocket.

Heat-seeker?

Set it.

The son of a bitch is smoking.

I told him that cigarette
would kill him one day. Come on!

Ivan!

Xander!

Learn how to shoot, you piece of shit!

Quick! Help me pull him out!

That thing will hit the city
in 30 minutes!

Guys, I need a helicopter.

I need transportation.
I need a...

X, there you are. I've been looking for
you. I gave you everything you wanted.

This thing will damn near fly now.

You really screwed me on this.
Gibbons didn't authorize this.

He'll hang us out to dry.
I'll lose my job...

- Agent Shavers.
- Yeah?

I'm gonna give you a field promotion.

Take over, finish the mop-up.
You're in charge.

Yes, sir! I'm the man for the job!
I won't let you down!

Wait, wait, wait!

Almost forgot the manual.
You'll need this.

Hey, X. Go kick some ass.

That thing must be going
80 miles an hour!

How do we stop it?

We can't. The controls
are on the bubble panel on the top.

- You see it?
- Yeah.

The hard drive's in there!

You got the manual. See if Shavers
put anything in this car we could use.

- He's got very bad handwriting.
- Come on.

Flamethrowers, mini-bombs,
exploding hubcaps, rocket launchers....

This is a tank.
You can't use any of it on Ahab.

Silent Night only breaks down
in deep water.

- I'm gonna have to get on it.
- What?

I'm gonna have to get on it.

Our surveillance puts Ahab
22 minutes outside of Prague.

We should evacuate the city.

Twenty-two minutes to evacuate
1.5 million people?

We'd better call air support.

We may need to blow this thing
out of the water.

- Sir, if we hit that thing...
- Then this city will die!

And the crisis will be contained!

One city's better than 10.

There's another thing.

There's a blue GTO
traveling parallel to Ahab.

Shit! Does this road
go back to the river?

Come on! Check the GPS!

Yes, it does!
Fifteen miles at the town of Davle!

There's gotta be something here
we could use.

Harpoon gun,
parachutes built into seats...

- ...ejectable roof.
- No.

It's all useless!

Well, how far are we?

The river is just beyond
the next village.

I'm going straight through.
Use the rocket launcher.

- Twenty-two.
- Hit it!

That was the flamethrower!
Use the rockets!

It's 32! I told you!
I told you he had bad handwriting!

Hit it!

Shavers loaded this thing.

You gotta go back to the manual.
We're missing something.

Weapons. There are more weapons
here on the back. Look.

- Take the wheel.
- What?

- Take the wheel.
- You're crazy!

The brake! The brake!

The gas! The gas!

X, what are you doing?

Five minutes to target.

X, talk to me!
What are you doing?

- You said there was an ejectable roof.
- Yeah, right here.

Hit it!

Shit! It's out of range!

- There's a bridge! Cross the bridge!
- Okay.

Come on.

Come on!

- Got you!
- Yes!

- I wish I had a video camera!
- What you talking about?

Because this is gonna be
one hell of a trick.

Three minutes to target.

One minute to target.

Move! Move! Move!

Out of the way! Out of the way!

Eyes!

Ten seconds to target.

Target in sight.

Call the jets off.
Tell the jets to stand down!

Welcome to the Xander zone!

" Zero contamination level. "

I understand, sir. Yes, I understand.
Zero contamination level.

You Yelena?

Mr. Gibbons.

I promised Xander
you could go to America.

I'm a man of my word.

It doesn't make much difference now,
does it?

Xander!

He's alive! He's alive! Come here!

X!

Get a boat, get him out of there.

- Yes, sir.
- Go! Move!

- Bora Bora!
- What? I can't hear you!

Bora Bora.

Hey.

You're getting burnt.

Xander, you there?

I know you're there, Xander. I've got
you here on satellite magnification.

Xander, call me.
We got a whole new thing to talk about.

Something very important has come up.

Oh, by the way...

...you passed the test.
The Gibbons test.

You gotta be kidding me.