Original subtitles

[Saban Films introductory theme music]

[MSR Media introductory theme music]

[Highfield Grange Studios introductory theme music]

[opening theme music]

[thunder roaring]

[truck engine revving]

[tense music playing]

[truck engine revving]

-So, what did he do?

-It's what he's gonna do.

[truck clatters]

Fuck's sake. Davids! Eyes on the road.

[car engine revving]

Davids!

[truck door opens and closes]

[slits throat]

["Clarinet Concerto in A Major K.622" by W.A. Mozart]

[silenced gun fired]

Go and check on them.

Get with the fucking program.

[truck door opens]

[truck door closes]

[distant clattering]

-[silenced gun fired] -[Officer 1 grunts]

["Clarinet Concerto in A Major K.622" by W.A. Mozart]

[silenced gun fired]

[truck clanks]

[truck door opens]

-[silenced gun fired] -[body thuds]

Stay with the informant.

[truck door closes]

[heavy footsteps on truck roof]

[rapid gunfire]

[electricity crackles]

-[rapid gunfire] -[electricity crackling]

-[grunting]

["Clarinet Concerto in A Major K.622" by W.A. Mozart]

[truck door opens]

-[punch thrown] -[Bradley grunts]

[silenced gun fired]

[electricity crackling]

-[gasping]

Oh, thanks, man.

Did Mike send you?

Oh, fuck, man.

Did you kill them all?

["Clarinet Concerto in A Major K.622" by W.A. Mozart]

[breathes heavily] Wait, wait.

Who sent you?

Please, man.

I'll give you whatever you want.

-You have nothing I want.

-I have kids.

Please. There's money.

Loads of it.

You can get out of the game like me, man.

-Why would I want that?

-Who are you?

-I'm nobody.

-[gun fired] -[blood splatters]

["Clarinet Concerto in A Major K.622" by W.A. Mozart continues]

[panting]

Fuck.

[thunder rumbles]

-[music ends] -HANDLER: Speak.

-I've lost a witness.

He saw my face.

I've been made.

HANDLER: Share your location.

We'll send a car. Time for you to disappear again.

[phone line ends]

-[exhales]

[thunder roaring]

[unsettling music playing]

[car approaching]

[car door opens]

[car door closes]

[door rattles]

[door security lock buzzes]

[door closes, buzzes]

-Ah, you like to keep the night shift busy, don't you?

-Because you're always here.

FORGE: I heard you were back.

-Always a pleasure, Forge. -[door closes]

-You've been here so many times,

it's easy to fast-track a new identity for you.

I'll get your new documents turned over.

-Tonight.

-[laughs]

-Please.

-You're not the only resident tonight.

Some particularly nefarious types

who won't take kindly to queue jumpers.

I'll see what I can do.

-Thank you.

-Good night, Walker.

Smithee.

-Good night.

-Get him processed before lockdown.

SMITHEE: Right. Personals are next.

Follow me.

-Hey. -Oh. [nervous chuckle]

-Just the man I need.

-Me? You--you--you need me?

Uh, I mean yes. I--I can help.

What--what-- what do you need?

-Uh, just the keys to the upstairs office.

-Oh, uh... o--o--of course.

Um... when--

when the renovation is done and it's all electronic, you--

you won't need me as much. [chuckles]

-Not the keys at least.

[keys jingle, thud]

-I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Um, what is it? It's not this one.

Ah.

Sorry, it's a bit stiff.

Here. This one.

Yes.

-Perfect. Thanks.

-Thanks.

Perfect...

what?

-Come on.

-All right.

SARAH: [on intercom] Locking down

will commence in 15 minutes.

-A word of advice.

-For me? What--what for?

-When a girl opens a door for you,

do everyone a favor and walk through it.

-SMITHEE 2: Smithee. -Smithee.

-Doesn't that get confusing?

-Coming from someone who has a new name

nearly every week. [scoffs]

-Fair.

-Just watch your step, huh, Mr. Walker.

Ah, right.

No attempting to contact anyone outside the facility.

You know about the signal jammer?

Yes.

Dietary require--

[gun thuds]

So, I guess that's not relevant to you, is it?

Hm. No?

Okay. [scribbles]

That it?

[keys jingle]

As always, you'll be locked in overnight.

It's still the best way to keep everyone minding their business

during the night shift's minimal security.

At least until we upgrade.

SMART SMITHEE: The case, sir.

-This stays with me.

-I don't think you understand, sir.

Nothing stays with you.

-I don't think you understand,

ya fucking tea leaf little prick.

This case stays with me.

-Right, fingerprints.

SMART SMITHEE: Am I going to have to call security, sir?

[case thuds]

-Why the fuck you calling me sir?

SMITHEE: Chop-chop, Mr. Walker.

-[growls]

-I assure you, it's for the system to work.

[heated drill burning]

-[grunts]

[lotion container thuds]

[medical tape unwound]

[intense music playing]

[door closes]

[intense music playing]

[sniffles]

[intense music playing]

[door closes]

[car engines revving]

[suspenseful music playing]

[guns cocking]

-You get your ass...

Sir, I--

[phone ringing]

-On schedule, I see. Keep this up

and I'll start believing I can rely on you.

-Yes, sir.

The place is about to lock down.

Security is as easy as we thought.

BIG DEAL: Now, that's the problem

when goodwill is your main security protocol.

It tends to expire. Especially mine.

I've sent you the target. Make this neat.

Make this tidy. No witnesses.

I want her breathing. Otherwise, you won't be.

[phone thuds]

[sighs]

-Get Keates.

Wait.

And the details of every single fucker inside these walls.

No one survives.

[distant bird squawking]

[whispers] This is gonna be fun.

-What's she look like?

REYNARD: Not your type.

-Yours?

Either way, she's dead.

-Alive, Keates.

-All right, guys, let's draw some blood.

[suspenseful music builds up]

[muscles stretch]

-[breathes deeply]

["Clarinet Concerto in A Major K.622" by W.A. Mozart]

[removing tape]

[door closes]

[door opens]

[door closes]

SECURITY GUARD: Locking doors for lockdown.

[distant doors locking]

-[gasps] -Ah! Oh, ah.

Sorry. I'm so sorry. -SARAH: Don't do that.

-I--I--I just, um... -Oh, gosh.

You almost gave me a heart...attack....

In fact... -Oh, God.

Oh, God. Um...

-[giggling] Oh, your face is priceless.

-Just--just-- just wanted to say bye.

S--s--sorry. Bye-bye then.

-I got the new Freedom Alliance box set,

all six seasons.

Maybe you could come and watch them with me next week--

if you want to watch them, I mean.

-Is that the door? -Huh?

-Hm? I mean, uh, y--y--yes.

That...that would be lovely.

-Great.

Um, so I got these with the Freedom Alliance box set.

I--I don't know if you want them.

-Freedom Alliance pens.

These...these were limited edition.

-I...I saw you, you know,

looking on the internet and stuff for them

and I just figured they'd end up in my drawers.

So, I will see you next week.

-Not if I see you first. But that--

but I do--I--

I do want to see you first--last--sorry.

-Six seasons, remember? -To the future.

[nervous chuckle]

[car door closes]

[car engine revving]

[sighs]

[gate closing, stops]

[gate security beeps]

[gun fired]

-Showtime, boys.

[police radio chatter]

[door closes]

[locket clanks]

[drawer opens, clatters]

-[sighs]

[locket closes]

[sighs]

[intense music playing]

[police radio chatter]

-[slits throat, blood splatters] -[Security guard grunts]

[keyboard clacking]

[security system unlocking]

["Liking Your Style" by Megan Lockhurst]

-♪ Oh, boy ♪

♪ What you doing ♪

♪ You got those moves ♪

♪ Make me crazy over you and ♪

♪ About time I'm watching you ♪

♪ I'm liking your style ♪

♪ Your eyes ♪

♪ So friggin' enticing ♪

♪ One look from you ♪

♪ And this rhythm is arisin' ♪

♪ About time ♪

♪ Struck into [indistinct] ♪

♪ I'm liking your style ♪

["Liking Your Style" by Megan Lockhurst playing on earbuds]

-Whooh!

-[gun fired, blood splatters] -[Smithee gasps]

-[body thuds]

-[breathing heavily]

[alarm beeps]

INTERCOM: Security breach. Shutting down.

[security alarm sounding]

Please [indistinct] immediately.

Security breach.

-[exhales]

-We don't have much time.

We need your help.

-Do I know you?

-No, but I know you.

-Get out of my room.

-I'm-- -No personal details.

-We need your help.

-Lock the door on the way out.

-The compound's been sieged.

They want us dead.

-That sounds like a "you" problem.

-Or you could just wait to get shot.

-[slams table]

-You're obviously not who I thought you were.

-[sighs] Sorry to disappoint.

-Juliet.

[distant rapid gunfire]

[footsteps]

[security alarm blasting]

-The key!

[door slams]

[breathes heavily]

[loud thud]

[rapid gunfire]

[panting]

-[punches thrown] -[man grunting]

[gun cocks, fired]

INTERCOM: Security breach.

[security alarm blasting]

-[groans]

[distant rapid gunfire]

[suspenseful music playing]

[security alarm blasting]

[door slowly opens]

-[distant rapid gunfire] -[distant grunting]

[door opens, thuds]

Do you know how to use that?

-Says the guy who has a bullet in his arm.

-Touché. -[mob man choking]

-Do you want me to come back later?

-Wanna help now, do you? -No.

But you left my door open and got me shot.

-Serves you right.

[gun cocks]

These guys have [indistinct] firepower.

We need more weapons.

-There's no we.

And who the fuck are these guys?

And she's definitely not supposed to be--

-"She" is stood right here.

-[gun fired, clanks] -MOB MAN 2: Come on.

-Juliet.

-This one is on you.

-Get down there.

[rapid gunfire]

[mob man 2 grunting]

[knife clanks]

[Elda grunts]

[mob man 2 grunts]

[rapid gunfire]

[body thuds]

-I must stop finding you like this.

-[mob man 2 chokes on blood]

-I had it under control.

-Yeah. Clearly.

[gun cocks]

-What you looking at?

We need to move.

We've got to get to the weapons lockup

if we're going to weather this storm.

-[Juliet groaning]

You're bleeding.

-I'm fine. Take this.

Let's go.

-[groaning]

Are you coming? -ELDA: We can't trust him.

-You came to me.

-When someone shows me who they are, I believe them.

-We need him. -He doesn't need you,

I'm afraid. -Prick.

[footsteps receding]

[security alarm blasting]

[thunderclaps]

[security alarm blasting continues]

[door closes]

[footsteps]

[chair scraping]

[footsteps approaching]

[security alarm blasting continues]

MOB MAN 4: Hey, any eyes on the little one?

MOB MAN 5: Nope.

MOB MAN 4: You got a light?

MOB MAN 5: Sure.

MOB MAN 4: So, you seen her picture?

MOB MAN 5: No, have you?

MOB MAN 4: Let's put it this way.

If it's me against [indistinct], she won't be walking for a week.

MOB MAN 5: You're sick.

[mob man 4 laughs]

MOB MAN 5: Oy, we only had a couple of puffs.

Don't waste it.

[chopper hovering]

LITTLE GIRL: [voice-over][echoes] Dad.

[distant glass shattering]

-Oy.

That was easy.

Come on, princess.

[mob man 4 chokes]

[flying kick thrown]

[gun fired]

-[panting]

[gun thuds]

-I was trying to keep this quiet but--

-You're welcome.

-[Juliet groans] -You okay?

-Yeah.

-Let's go.

[door opens]

-[muttering quietly to himself] To the weapons.

I need guns, phasers. Set phasers.

I have three phasers, limited edition,

original boxes. Just pull yourself together.

I need to get to the weapons.

Don't die. Live long--

[bird squawking]

[gasping] Okay. No guns.

No guns. No guns.

[loud clattering]

-[groaning]

[keys clanking]

[thuds]

How did you know it was there?

-It's where I would put it.

-[drawer opens] -Argh.

[paper rustling]

-What are you looking for?

-Keys to the gun closet.

[door opens]

[gun cocks]

-[gun cocks] -[surprised breath]

-Just the man we need.

-Gosh, I'd hate to be the man you didn't need.

[spoon clanks]

What's that doing on the floor?

What's that doing on the floor?

-We need the keys to the gun closet.

The guns, Smithee.

-What guns?

Oh, those guns.

Oh, no, not on me. Not that one.

I know we look ramshackle at the moment,

but some things have to remain pretty secure,

firearms being priority, but...

-But what?

-Have you checked the in-tray of unprocessed items?

-The in-tray?

[locker opens]

SMITHEE: The in-tray.

-No guns, but...

[weapon clanks]

-Yes. It's very nice.

-What are these?

-Smoke grenades.

Save your pocket for something more useful.

-I don't know. I think it might come in handy.

-Be careful with that.

-[gasp] I'm not quite sure why it was checked in.

-[gasps]

-[gasps]

Oh, that's what it does.

WALKER: Give it to me.

SMITHEE: Very MI6.

MOB MAN 6: The weapons lockout, it's down here.

ELDA: Juliet, get ready with that smoke.

-[terrified breathing]

[suspenseful music playing]

[door opens]

[mob man 6 chokes and grunting]

-Juliet, smoke!

[smoke grenade hissing]

[all coughing]

[mob man 7 grunting]

[gun fired]

[head bangs]

[knife clanks]

[mob man 7 grunting]

-[coughs]

[dart pins clank]

[mob man 7 grunting]

[mob man 7 screaming in pain]

-[terrified breathing]

[door opens]

[rapid gunfire]

-[mob man 9 grunts] -[Juliet screaming]

[small box activates, blood splatters]

[scissors clank]

-[panting]

-[mutters words]

Gosh.

-Ha! Ugh! -[Smithee groans]

[thuds]

[breathing rapidly]

I'm--I'm not gonna die?

-No. You're gonna be fine.

-Thank you.

JULIET: Ugh.

-S--so sorry.

-It's okay.

-[agonal breathing]

[emotional music playing]

-[cries silently]

Fuck.

-We gotta get that bullet out of you.

-I'll be fine.

[grunts]

-There has to be some medical shit in the lab.

[distant siren wailing]

-[grunts through gritted teeth]

-Are you okay?

-[exhales] Yeah. Just hot.

-I'm fine, thanks.

-[groaning]

-You've been knocked up.

The cause of all this?

-You don't need to know the details.

-I'm here with a piece of crap in my leg

because you two is too incompetent

to lock a fucking door.

Don't tell me what I need to know.

-Mention that one more time.

WALKER: Argh!

-I dare you.

-[cries out]

I'm fine. -The baby?

-Hopefully not.

WALKER: Argh!

-[exhales]

-I'm waiting.

-Our work requires we don't ask questions.

Don't get attached.

-Something you are totally incapable of.

-This time... I couldn't walk away.

-Why?

-[sighs] Let's just say at some point,

your past refuses to stay... past.

I got involved in a kidnapping...

four women.

-Sex trafficking?

Who was she sold to?

-There was a buyer,

but the boss took a liking to her.

Even more so when he found out about the baby.

These rings are impenetrable.

But when he decided he wanted to keep her,

it caused problems, delays.

Delays which gave me opportunity.

-To steal her.

-Stealing implies ownership.

-That's how they all see it.

[distant banging, clanking]

[door opens]

This past of yours...?

Hit a little close, did it?

-My life in this world...

all started when I was stolen as a child,

in broad daylight, from the streets of Naples.

I won't let those things happen anymore to others.

Not on my watch.

No more innocence destroyed.

You used to do the same. Protect innocence.

-Getting emotionally attached...

only leads to one thing...

just ask Smithee.

The baby, is it his?

I need to call my handler.

-What? No.

-He's the only man on this planet I trust.

-We can't trust anyone.

-You have a better solution?

-Fine.

WALKER: We need to deactivate the signal jammer

to get a call out.

[grunts] You stay here.

I need to... to turn off the signal jammer.

-Where's that?

-Security cabin.

-Let me go.

-I can walk this off.

-I can walk now.

Just keep her alive.

-I can do that.

-You make sure he does.

-[distant indistinct chattering]

[suspenseful music playing]

WALKER: [voice-over] This man, what is he like?

JULIET: [voice-over] Pure evil.

-[sighs]

-What's that around your neck?

-Nothing.

-You got family?

-Not anymore.

-I'm sorry.

-My job is easier alone anyway.

-If it's easier alone, why did you help us?

Elda knew you would.

-She's done her homework.

She knows my past identities.

After long enough, your past lives become a rumor,

legend even.

And she's been around long enough to hear them.

-So, you used to help people

and then you stopped, and now you're helping me?

-I'm just trying to survive the night.

-Whatever you say.

-[sighs deeply]

[indistinct chattering]

[rapid gunfire]

[empty guns clicking]

-[kicks thrown] -[Elda grunting]

[knife clanks]

-[stabs knife] -[Elda grunts]

[bones cracking]

[body thuds]

[breathing unsteadily]

[signal jammer beeps]

-You need me, little one.

You know you do.

-Drink this.

-Thanks.

-Don't fall asleep.

-You seem to be moving better.

[door opens]

-Got more guns.

-God, sit down. Let me look at that.

-It's okay. It's just a scratch.

[groans]

-Jesus, Alexa.

-Alexa? Is that your real name?

-For now. You?

-Scott, for now.

-Mission successful. Except for a few mishaps.

-[sarcastic tone] It's only a small stab wound to the chest.

-The only thing we need now is phones.

-The cloakroom.

You able to function on that leg now?

-I have to.

[Elda grunts in pain]

-Okay. Okay. I'm done.

I'm done. That's cute.

-Yeah.

Even when in the dirtiest of waters,

a lotus still produces the most amazing flower.

-I love that.

-It's a symbol of rebirth.

-Okay, okay, I've got a sensitive side.

We get it.

[Juliet groans]

-Breathe.

-[worried] Is she okay?

-I'm fine.

-This time, we stick together.

Someone needs to make sure you don't get stabbed.

-She's killed three of our men

to get to a signal jammer, and there's no sign of the girl.

-So, what exactly are you still doing out here?

KEATES: Useless morons. I'm going in.

-The girl alive, Keates.

Are you gonna make yourself useful or what?

[thunder roaring]

-[sighs heavily]

I don't know about you but...

[gun cocks]

...I think the time for subtlety's over.

[thunder roaring]

-[mutters] He always needs something big to hide behind.

[door hinges creak]

[distant thud]

MOB MAN: This place is a bloody maze.

[door closes]

[straining]

[punches thrown]

[groans]

ELDA: Ugh.

[doors slamming]

-Who wants a job?

-[whispers] Sorry.

[rumbling thunder]

[rapid gunfire]

-Go, go, go, go.

[rapid gunfire]

-Well, well, well.

Come on!

You see? Fuck off subtlety

and the universe will open itself up to you.

[rapid gunfire]

-Fuck's sake.

-[whispers] Thank you.

[Elda groans]

WALKER: Aaaahhh!

-Shit! Fucking bullets.

Fucking thing.

[two gunshots]

-[sighs]

[gun fired]

-[sniffles]

[thunder roaring]

[clattering and clanking]

Grenade?

-Way too loud. It'll blow the phones.

-I have smoke.

-Of course, you have.

One bullet left.

You stay here.

You, with me.

[clattering]

[smoke grenade hissing]

[suspenseful music playing]

[door hinges creak, door closes]

[heavy breathing]

-[gun fired] -[Dannigan grunts]

[Walker grunting]

-[soft groan]

-[kick thrown] -[Dannigan grunting]

-[whispering] Elda. Elda.

[Walker grunts]

[Juliet groans]

[Walker grunts]

-DANNIGAN: Fuck. -WALKER: Hah!

-DANNIGAN: I told you! -[kicks thrown]

DANNIGAN: I told you!

What'd I tell you? Don't fuck with me.

Just doing anything. -JULIET: Egh!

-Aah!

What the fuck!

-[Dannigan grunts] -[Juliet choking]

-Yeah, scream.

Pretty little thing, ain't you?

Show me your teeth.

Hold still.

-[groans] Scott!

-They said they wanted you alive,

but they didn't say nothing about your teeth.

-[gagging]

-[teasing] Eeeny... meeny... miny... moe.

ELDA: Aaaaghh!

-[case smashes] -[Dannigan grunts]

-Fucker. -DANNIGAN: Aaah.

-[solid punch thrown] -[Dannigan gagging]

-[thuds]

-[thuds] -Walker.

He's not breathing.

-Scott? No.

Scott? -Come on, you big lug.

Fight.

You can't let this beat you!

Fight!

Fight!

[echoes] Fight!

LITTLE GIRL: [voice-over] Daddy...

-[sudden gasp]

[Elda panting]

-[soft chuckle]

-[coughs] Are you two okay?

-Never better. [laughs]

[Walker coughs]

-Slow down, cowboy. You need to take it easy.

-No time. [groans]

[heavy footsteps]

Thank you.

[breathing heavily]

[phone dial beeps]

[phone ringing]

HANDLER: Speak.

-The compound's been sieged.

I need two cars now.

HANDLER: One hour.

[phone line ends]

[phone dial beeps, thuds]

-We need to lay low for one hour.

-An hour?

We can lay low for an hour.

-I wonder if this place has got some whisky.

-We need to find somewhere to hide.

-We need our documents.

-What?

-[breathing heavily]

It's back in the other building.

Why didn't we think about this before?

They may not even be made.

-We have to try. She has to disappear today.

-Let's go.

[thunder roaring]

FISHER: Can't hide forever.

-[groans] -You okay?

-I hope so.

FISHER: Come on!

-You hide behind there.

-What you gonna do?

-FISHER: Come on. -I'll grab his attention.

When he come, you go.

-You're injured. Have you seen that guy?

-I'll be fine.

I'll see you.

[breathing heavily]

[grunts]

[door opens]

-Gotcha.

[door opens]

[Juliet groans]

[thunder roaring]

-I know you're in here...

And I know you're protecting that pretty little thing.

Have no doubt, I'm gonna break your fucking neck.

And not because of the money they've offered me.

No. It's more than that.

I remember you.

I've been waiting for this.

WALKER: Aaaahh!

[Juliet gasps]

-[gun cocks] -[thunderclap]

-As long as you live,

there'll always be something waiting.

-[punches thrown] -[both grunting]

-Painful.

-[roars]

-[punches thrown] -[both grunting]

FISHER: Fuck.

[lightning strikes]

-Go find the documents.

And hide.

-[punches thrown] -[both grunting]

[wall wrecked]

-[breathing heavily]

-Painful.

-Hell yeah.

-[punches thrown] -[both grunting]

[wall wrecked]

-Run!

[gun fired]

[Lovette grunts]

-Hah!

[grunts]

[thunder roaring]

[gasps and coughs in pain]

-[punches thrown] -[Walker grunting]

[choking]

-You're gonna love this.

[screams in pain]

[grunting]

[hammers smashing]

[blood splattering]

[hammer clanks]

-[exhales] Fuck.

-[coughs]

-Much better.

Now, my dear,

I know it sounds cliché

but there really is

a hard way or an easy way.

-[grunts]

[breath mints rustling]

-Right.

Suit yourself.

[inhales deeply]

Now before I dispatch you,

make yourself useful.

The girl, where is she?

[distant clank]

[laughs]

The old double back, ey?

-[panting]

[groans]

[thunder roaring]

[gun cocks]

-Come out, come out wherever you are.

Oh, sweet Juliet.

I won't hurt you. Promise.

-[grunts]

-It seems you're wounded, little one.

Wouldn't want to hurt the baby now, would you?

[footsteps]

-Wherefore art thou?

All right, princess. Playtime's over.

[car window shatters]

[rapid gunfire]

-[grenade explodes] -Aaahh!

[keys jingle]

-You know, he might even let you go

once he's ripped that creature out of you.

[suspenseful music playing]

[box thuds]

[clattering]

-[straining] She's my baby.

[shelves crash]

-Now, you choose.

The easy way or the hard way?

-I...I choose--

-[slams machete down] -[grunts]

[agonal breathing]

-I chose for you.

[wind whistling]

-[muffled screams]

-I'm sure they won't mind a few scratches.

-[screaming]

-[panting]

[indistinct] the innocent suffers.

[dramatic music playing]

You were doing this for me.

Smithee. I guess I've been here enough.

[groans]

You didn't deserve this.

None of you.

[door closes]

[breathes heavily]

-[exhales] You found them.

-Only mine. I guess she only found yours.

-We have to find her.

What you doing?

Ah, I see.

There I was thinking...

-There will be a car for you outside.

-After everything...

-No attachment.

Number one rule.

-I know about your past.

-You know nothing!

-I know what happened.

Your little girl's mother, killed in a revenge shooting

because you got those hostages out of Yemen.

You were trying to do the right thing

and you were punished.

But there comes a time--

-Time for what?

My little girl will never be safe

if I'm not dead to her.

That's how we survive.

No attachment.

You will find out one day.

-Go fuck yourself.

-Urgh!

[distant birds squawking]

[thunder roaring]

-[groaning]

[machete pulled out]

[suspenseful music playing]

-[groaning]

[dramatic music playing]

[panting]

No, no, no.

[coughs, groans]

Ugh!

One bullet left.

Story of my life.

-About bloody time.

And why is she bleeding?

She better not be hurt, Keates,

or it's both our heads.

-Oh, thank you, Keates, for saving the day

when all the pathetic boys went and got themselves killed.

They couldn't pick up a girl in a bar.

-Come on.

Open up.

-Argh!

-Fucking morons.

-[groans]

-Careful.

-[cries]

[suspenseful music playing]

-[straining]

-Not bad.

-You're gonna watch this.

-[gun fired] -[machete clanks]

-Fucking hell.

-[punches thrown] -[both grunting]

-[punches thrown] -[gun fired]

[both grunting]

-[punches thrown] -[both grunting]]

-[punches thrown] -[both grunting]

-[groans]

-Aagh!

-[punches thrown] -[both grunting]

[Elda grunting]

[both grunting]

-[punches thrown] -[both grunting]

-[punches thrown] -[both grunting]

[Walker grunting]

-[punches thrown] -[both grunting]

[Elda groans]

[machete clanks, stabs]

-[punches thrown] -[Walker grunting]

[panting]

-You need to stay down.

-[punches thrown] -[Walker grunting]

ELDA: Eeeeegghhh!

-Not today, sweetheart.

-[grunts]

-[screaming in pain]

Fuck!

I'll take you both on one-handed [indistinct]--

[car engine revving]

-[groans]

[Walker chuckles]

-[groans] Mm.

-Are you both okay?

-I hope so.

[Walker panting]

-He won't stop looking for us, will he?

-You need to get out of here.

-I couldn't find your paperwork.

I'm really sorry.

-Our friend had them.

I'll be back in two minutes.

[breathing heavily]

[breathing heavily]

You need this more than I do.

-Thank you.

[sighs]

-[sighs]

-[grunts]

[breathing heavily]

[phone beeps]

HANDLER : Get yourself cleaned up.

I have a job for you.

-[panting]

There's something else I have to do first.

[phone call ends]

[phone beeps]

[groans]

[drum beating]

[birds chirping]

["Liking Your Style" by Megan Lockhurst on speaker]

-Oops.

-What?

-[chuckles] Quick. She's kicking.

Even she doesn't want you to go.

-It's not over for me.

-But it can be.

-There are girls out there like you and that's on me.

If they're still alive, I have to try.

[intense music playing]

-Will you visit?

-Maybe.

BIG DEAL: [over phone] [VO] I'll break down every door,

I'll smash in every skull until she's recovered.

For that, you have my fucking word!

[phone ringing]

[phone beeps]

WOMAN: The guests are all here.

Stop hiding.

-I'm not hiding. I'll be down in a minute...

I have a business to run.

[clanking then smoke grenade explosion]

[distant screaming]

[distant rapid gunfire]

[door closes]

You'll be sorry you tried this,

you chicken shit!

Who you working for?

I hired, fired, and murdered ten of your kind

before breakfast!

["Clarinet Concerto in A Major K.622" by W.A. Mozart]

-[man grunting]

-[body thuds] -[gun fired]

-[groans]

[rapid gunfire]

[grunts]

["Clarinet Concerto in A Major K.622" by W.A. Mozart]

-Do you mind?

Cuban, very nice.

-Who sent you?

Who you working for?

["Clarinet Concerto in A Major K.622" by W.A. Mozart continues]

-Big mistake.

Getting attached.

I thought you knew better.

-[coughs blood] And what are you doing here then?

She can't be paying you.

You think you're special.

You think you're righteous. You're no different from me.

You're no different from the rest of us.

[groans] What you doing here

if not for some disillusioned attachment?

We're the same.

-No. We're not.

You're scumbag.

I'm making sure she doesn't have to

look over her shoulder again.

-Who are you?

-I'm nobody.

-[agonal grunt]

[distant siren wailing]

[ending music theme]