All language subtitles for Contract.Killers.2008.720p.BluRay.YTS.MX

So how was work?

Boring.

Just boring?

It was boring ...

Are you sure that's Merlot?

Don't make fun of the
cheap stuff, okay?

Better open
another bottle.

Are you okay?

David?

David?

Sarah Bentley,

this is the FBI.

Please approach
the nearest window

with your hands clasped
behind your head.

Do not
attempt to run.

You're completely surrounded.

Please approach
the nearest window

with your hands behind
your head.

Dogwood Pest Control,
how may I direct your call?

Authorized, Alpha,
Tango, Six, Niner, Seven.

...secure line.

Did you say you
were looking for Witkoff?

I'm sorry,
no one works here by that name.

David is dead.
Lisa. They know about Lisa.

I need to
speak to Witkoff.

I'm sorry but you dialed
the wrong number.

She's playing dumb.

Trust is such a
fragile thing.

Keep me
in the loop.

You have 10
seconds, Sarah.

Are you sure
she's even in there?

A neighbor saw them go in,
never saw them come out.

This is your
final warning.

What the hell...
Pull back!

Anybody copy?
Please respond!

No, goddammit, I need
a medivac here right now.

I've got
10 wounded.

We do not
acknowledge culpability.

Fine!I said fine! Just send the coordinates!

We're escalating.
Rick, plug in sat coverage
coordinates coming to you.

This is level 3 now, so
nobody leaves this room.

You gotta go?
You go in your pants. Understood?

Lindsay, buzz
the old man.

This isn't
your fault.

You say that like it
makes a difference.

Sat's on-line,
I'm running it to your terminal.

Got somebody coming
up the other way!

Cut her off!

What kind of a Busch League
idiot managed to screw this up?

Sir, the agent at the scene
attempted to secure the mark...

What was
your response?

Re-routing local police and
FBI units into a perimeter...

Who gave
you that order?

Slr, I'm
following procedure...

Downgrade it.

Block the exits!
Get me a perimeter!

Listen up, folks.

The mark is
one of us.

She's former NOC,

so let's take her
out clean, shall we?

She's family. A family cleans up
its own mess.

Alex...

what operatives do
we have in the area?

The list is up.

Call Mr. Pernell.

Mm? What you want?
A little bit of this.

Yes, you
good girl.

Yes, your mummy was a
good cook, wasn't she?

Momma was a really good
cook, wasn't she? Yes.

Pernell.

Yeah. Send
me the file.

Hands on your head!
Hands on your head!

Get off the bike!

Cuff her.

Five minutes.

Did you happen to
notice a tall man with red hair

back at your house, I mean.

Yeah, I guess he'd be
kind of easy to miss.

Forgettable face, average
features, you know.

You shot him.

He was in
my wedding.

But you're not a big
fan of marriage, are you?

You shoulda heard what
came over the walkie

when our man walked
into your bedroom.

What did he do, anyway?
Leave the toilet seat up?

Who are you really?

Dogwood won't say.

Thanks for the escort, guys,
but I can take it from here.

Say again, are you waving us off?

Hell of a mess
back there.

You guys have better things to do.

Copy that.

Almost there.

This is our stop.

You're telling me.

Okay.

Get out of the car.
Out of the car.

Let's walk
over there.

I'm not
an evil man.

So how was work?

Dull.

Shit!

Hello?

Did you kill my husband?

How did you
get this number?

That's not
a no.

No! Of course not.

He has a tattoo.
Lisa. Explain that.

Did you give
it to him?

What?

Jane, your husband
wasn't the only one.

There were others.

Look, you're
losing touch.

What you're doing doesn't
make a lot of sense.

Jim! It's me!

I'm very concerned.
You've done this before.

I loved him.
Loved.

Do you
understand that?

Yes, I understand.

Almost there.
Guide me in.

Look, Jane,
why don't you come home?

Prove the
evidence wrong.

It's the only play
you've got left.

She's currently MIA,
six guys in the hospital.

one more shot dead,
mlsslng...

Fifty bucks says
she's hormonal.

No!
No, no, no!

Don't turn around!

I hope you're
feeling helpful.

Look, I don't know
even if I can do it.

My password can
only access

whatever information
you find helpful.

Log in.

FBI Intranet.
What am I looking for?

Someone that
shouldn't exist.

I want to know when this name was
added to the criminal database.

Ignore the metadata.

Find the log that
shows the upload.

I should really
get that.

They're gonna
wonder why...

Find the log.
Let it ring.

You're talking IP logs
for the entire Bureau.

That's a hell of
a lot of chatter.

It came
from SAD.

Who-who-who
are you?

Stay focused.

There.

Uploaded on January ninth.
It's buried but it's there.

Sarah Bentley.

Who sent it?

It doesn't
work that way.

We have an
IP address...

Show me
the file!

Skip forward to
the last entry.

The file was
uploaded on the ninth?

Something's wrong.

There shouldn't be an entry
post-dating the creation of the file.

Copy the IP routing logs to this.

Don't make
me wait.

What did
I just do?

Give me your
driver's license.

Chuck Ditmar.
1820 Foreman Avenue.

I'm keeping this,

and you're keeping
your eyes forward.

And then I won't have to use it.

Your mark is Stephen Wynters,

CEO of White
Hat Softwerks.

Current intel indicates
he's furnishing

foreign parties
with tools for sabotage.

You don't have to do this!

Nasty stuff. Destroys bank records,
wipes out electronic assets.

It won't work without the key.

It's encrypted. He doesn't
know that. For my protection.

This is a preemptive strike.
So please be discreet.

We have unofficial
authorization for a domestic hit.

Look, you
can take it.

He can have
the money.

Ministry of Fear.
Second shelf.

Take it!

Plausible deniability.
Eyes only.

Take it!

Sorry. It wasn't in the briefing.

Oh my God.

Jane.

The hit on White Hat
wasn't authorized, was it?

So you admit
that now?

You ready to
turn yourself in?

What am I covering up for you?

Now you're
accusing me?

The kill was uploaded into my FBI file
four days before I pulled the trigger.

Am I supposed to believe
the Fed are fortunetellers?

Reality is just a buzz deep
in your skull, isn't it?

What's Source9?

I don't know.

You paid for it.

Really? And
what did I buy?

I've got an IP trail
connecting you to the purchase.

If you believed that
you wouldn't be running.

It's encrypted.
Did you know that?

Guess not.

Guess who
has the key.

Wanna make
a deal?

Jane, you've known
me half your life.

You've always trusted me.
Trust me now.

Believe me,
you're being played.

You know what my dad used
to tell me about trust?

Follow the money.
Goodbye, Jim.

Jimmy, is that you? Come on in.

You look like my grandmother.
Up all night?

Problem with your tie?

I just dribbled coffee
on the damn thing.

Well, you won't get it off
without ruining the fabric.

Yeah, I like
that one,

it's a pretty shade of power
red too, don't you think?

I need your help.

Should that
worry me?

Not yet.

Your wife doesn't let you
play poker much, does she?

What?

There was a baseline
encryption on the file. Subtle.

Something we missed.

And?

And she's got
it, and...

she destroyed the
disk it came from.

Cryptography?

You really wanna sign the
form that flags us for NSA?

What sort of help
are we talking about?

Caribbean. A little out
of our jurisdiction, isn't it?

Don't engage unless
absolutely necessary.

We've alerted the
bank in Port of Spain.

Simplest option is
to let her hang herself there.

Anything else?

We'll let
you know.

Okay.

Next.
Passport please.

Thank you.

Sir, Jane just passed customs in Port
of Spain under one of her aliases.

Port of Spain?
Did they detain her?

No, sir. The bulletin only
required that they flag her entry.

Get me whatever bird's
flying over the Caribbean

and point it straight at Trinidad.

Start making calls.

She looks
really hot.

Buy you a drink, love?

Want a drink?

But she
walks away.

There's 50 quid in it if you
can lay her within the hour.

Fifty quid? You
can afford that?

Sweetheart! Give
a man a chance!

Hope it's alright.
I'll send flowers and leave chocolates.

Was that or was that not a smile?

You better locate
a cash machine, son.

Right.
Welcome.

That's the bathroom.

That... now, that's the
bed where we'll, uh...

Alright.

Hello.

Oh, are you
into kinky?

Is this a
freaking robbery?

If you do what I tell you,
you get 10,000 dollars.

If you don't,

the maid is gonna have a hell
of a time cleaning up the sheets.

Pretty straightforward.

Prove it.

Okay.

Okay.

Good.

What are
you doing?

You got a suit?

Far right.

I thought you said
you were alone.

She won't be
coming back.

You sure
about that?

Why do you think
I was drinking?

Get changed.

I'm gonna borrow
your bathroom.

And you're
not gonna move.

'Cause you
wanna get paid.

And you don't wanna spend the rest of
your vacation looking over your shoulder.

We leave
in five minutes.

Good boy.

What? Am I
your pet now?

How loyal
are you?

So, ten grand?

You're gonna walk into
the bank across the street,

and pretend to be
someone you're not.

They're going to believe you.
You walk out rich.

Just like that?

Just like that.

That easy? I foresee
some complications.

Most Caribbean banks
don't require photo I D.

All you need is a name, an
account number and a passcode.

No questions, no paper trail,
good for the local economy.

What's that?

A name, an account
and a passcode.

What do you
need me for?

The name on the account is
James Witkoff. And I'm not a man.

Alright.

Let's go then.

Good morning.
May I help you?

I would like to access
my safety deposit box.

Certainly, sir.
Please follow me.

James Witkoff.
W-l-T-K-O-F-F.

Yes, Mr. Witkoff. I just need
your account number and passcode.

Account number's
on the top there.

Alright. Right
this way.

Here you go.

Thanks.

Call in a tip
to the Trini Police.

Tell them there's gonna be a
robbery at the Lucas De Paul Bank.

Tell them she's armed.
Contact Mr. Pernell.

Sir, I don't
have intel on...

Yes, you do.
From me.

It'll just be one moment.

Nobody move! Get on the ground!
Hands on your head!

Drop the gun.

Which box?

Number 36.

Give him
the keys!

You want your
money or not?

There's a lot.

I know!

There's a disk!

Take it!

Give me
the bag.

Give it
to me.

Or what?
You shoot me?

You shoot me,
they shoot you.

You'll never make it through
the door, I promise you.

You mean that,
don't you?

I'll give you the bag when I
get to somewhere safe. Deal?

Fine.

How do I get
to the roof?

They are heading for the roof.

Disengage the locks.

Disengage the locks.

Through the door!

Me first?

Give me your gun!

No!

What am I supposed to do then!

Fuck, oh fuck!

Jump!

Get out.

Get in.

Get out of
the car! Now!

We've negotiated extradition
rights in the event of her capture.

You may detain her but do not
have the right to interrogate.

I realize who you are, but
you do not have the right...

Call my embassy.

Yes.

Your daddy would take you hunting.

What?

My dad used to take me grouse
hunting when I was a boy.

Is this gonna be
a long story?

It doesn't work.
Hunting together.

You make too much noise,
the birds fly off in the bushes.

Don't you dare
edge me out.

You're a noisy
son of a bitch.

You're making
her run.

You wanna catch a bird? You
gotta come at it from both sides.

One of you better
know how to be quiet.

Who the hell
is that?

I don't know
his name.

How's your arm?
Still want that gun?

Hey, I'm not
the bad guy.

It's out of bullets!

Shoot!

Drop the gun! Drop the gun!

Drop the gun!

Drop It!

We're placing you
under arrest.

Get into
the church.

Wh... why?

Satellites.

How's your arm?

It bloody hurts.

What we in for?

Including the bearer bonds,
a little over 10 million.

What's this?

Enough.

Well, when it was sex,
I thought why bother?

But now since we're business
partners, what's your name?

Jane.

Jane what?

Lars.
Lars Pitkin.

I'm in deep shit now, aren't I?

Where's the disk?

What's it
worth to you?

You don't know
when to quit.

You want more money?
Take it.

And give
me the disk.

Jesus Christ.
Do you want me to shoot you?

There were cameras at that bank.

They've seen
my face.

Paranoia doesn't
suit you.

You've been paid.

I don't stand a chance on my own.

Ask me one more time
to pull the trigger.

And you're happy with that?
Just letting a man die?

Look,

just get me off the island
and we'll call it even.

Give me the disk.

Kinda cute when you're
threatening people.

You want off the island?
Well, this is your ticket.

Courtesy of the
NCS Directorate.

It wasn't in
the briefing.

Yeah, you weren't
supposed to be seen.

Can you tell me who
the hell you are now?

We would prefer that you complete your
agenda without further assistance.

However, it is imperative that you report
to me upon acquisition of your mark.

You are to secure the package
and await further instructions.

I'm sorry, I'm confused.
Are you signing my paycheck now?

You were never here.
Get out.

Sir?

Pernell just checked in.
He lost her.

He said he's made contact
with another contractor.

What is it, Alex?

Sir, why am I being
kept in the dark?

Why am you being kept
in the dark about what?

The bank. I had no information
on the asset's location.

Where did you get the intel...?

That's... classified.

I'm sorry, Alex.
That's just the way it is.

I'm just saying
we could swim.

We're only like 30 km
from Venezuela.

If they can read a
newspaper from space,

they sure as hell can
spot your breaststroke.

Then what do
you suggest?

We need a telephone.
Got one?

No.

Then shut up!

Cover your blood.

Miss Gudoff,
may I help you?

Hi, we're tourists
visiting for our honeymoon.

And our car broke down
a few miles back.

And, this is so embarrassing,
we're completely lost.

Could we borrow
your phone?

I'm sorry, where
are my manners?

Would this help?

Could we possibly
borrow a room as well?

Cross your fingers.

What happened?

He won't negotiate.

What's that mean?

Can't afford
loose ends.

I'm not getting off
this island, am I?

I'm sorry.

Who's gonna
feed my hamster?

What's on
that disk, then?

Does it matter?

Jesus Christ, if I'm gonna die
for it, it bloody well better!

My husband
woulda liked you.

Whatever it is,
it's foreign financed.

Then what's it doing in a safety
deposit box belonging to a CIA?

I don't know.

Now what?

We wait.

Get ready to move, because
we don't know when the next...

Sorry about that.

I didn't mean to.

It's my fault
you're here.

How long
was l...?

About 10. It's
almost done.

Got blood on her
sheets after all.

Oh, yeah.

Who's Lisa?

You kept
saying it.

Lisa was my
baby sister.

When I was 19, she was raped by
some of our stepdad's friends.

They killed her.

I didn't Wait
for the police.

I found them
and I killed them.

I carved her name
into their skin

so no one could wipe it away.

Then I ran.

I was picked up two days
later but not by the cops.

It was Witkoff.

The SAD.

The CIA hired me in exchange for
wiping out my criminal record.

It happens all the time.
Most people aren't built to kill.

It goes
against instinct.

It's easier to just train the ones
who discover it all on their own.

Like me.

Decryption's done.

Drop the gun!
Drop it!

Drop It!

The choice
is yours.

Is he dead?

It's up to you
now, isn't it?

Drop the gun.

Hands behind
your head.

Move to the
middle of the room.

On your knees!

Who's your handler?

It's Witkoff,
isn't it?

Ask yourself how I
could possibly know that.

in my pocket.

Copy.

Two minutes,
that's all I ask.

You've got
60 seconds.

I'm a NOC.
Witkoff was my handler.

He's developing something,
it's a worm, maybe a virus.

It's an attack on the
U. S. financial stream.

It targets routing numbers
from the Federal Reserve.

It destroys money.
I have it on that machine.

I'm not
very technical.

It's encrypted.

I have the key.
It's what they want!

Ask yourself why you're here.
To kill me?

Trust me, you're just a mule.

Go ahead.
Check in.

Tell Witkoff you've got the file.

See what he says.
I promise you, you're already dead.

Dogwood. I'd
like to file a report.

Code authorized.
Please hold.

Transferring me.

Witkoff.

Sir.

Yes, son?

Target is in
front of me.

Have you searched
the body?

There's a laptop,

something about decryption
and Source 9.

Should I
grab it?

Give me your
exact location.

I need to brief you in person.
I'll explain later...

Okay.

I could've killed you but I didn't.

Oh no,
come on.

Gotta get
out of here.

We have
a problem.

You need
a doctor.

Why? I
feel great.

The other asset,
who is he?

No idea. He wouldn't say.

Do you have access
to his controller?

He won't give
us access now.

He will if we use
the right phone.

This goes higher
than Witkoff.

The Agency can't afford a scandal.
Someone will negotiate.

Come on!

Unacceptable. I need more latitude.

You've lost
two assets,

and you want me to
help you lose a third.

You want me
to fix it?

You have
no working file.

She's got
your money.

You call
that fixed?

Don't forget,
you involved me.

I'm late
for a meeting.

There's still time.

You sure
about that?

I have a couple hundred dollars.
Will that do?

Okay.

Thanks. I really appreciate it.
Thanks a lot.

We won't be long.
Don't give them your name.

Let the money
do the talking.

You'll just leave me
on their doorstep?

You're hurt, better
leave you here than alone.

We need to move.

You can
make it.

We need to find a safe
place to make a phone call.

Where'd you
park your car?

Make a left.

Give me
your phone.

You're asking
for it.

It'll keep redialing Dogwood with my
passcard until the battery runs out.

It should be easy to trace.

They're not stupid.

We have
what they want.

How the hell
is she doing that?

Get a team
on the ground.

Tell the State Dept.
whatever you have to.

Do it!

Sniper!

She took out
the whole team.

Why me?

It was Merlot, wasn't it?

How did
it taste?

I'm going to borrow your phone.

Yes.

My authorization code
is Alpha, Tango,

Six, Niner, Seven.

My handler is Witkoff.
I'd like to check in.

Hello, Jane.

I want you to
listen to this.

Do you understand
what just happened?

What do you want?

Who is this?

The decrypter, is
it still intact?

I'll say
it again,

what do
you want?

I have evidence linking
the development

of an attack on the Federal
Reserve to James Witkoff at the CIA.

I'm sure a congressional oversight
will be interested to learn that.

May I assume
we're talking blackmail?

I take my evidence and
the disk and I go away.

In return, you turn off the
satellites for the next six hours.

You do not pursue.
If I feel safe,

Congress never
hears a thing.

If I don't...

What's to stop you from
turning over the file

once I let
you go?

Nothing.

You won't
sleep well.

I never have.

You have
six hours.

The skies are dark for
the next six hours. Use it.

What's your name?

I forgot.

Yes?

Witkoff.

Jim, it's me.

We should meet to discuss
the day. You hungry?

Alex.

Don't forget to
turn out the lights.

No, I can't.

Heading back to the
company after this.

Well, enjoy
the paperwork.

I'll miss you
in Mexico.

You really think
we can run?

Ahh. We're spooks,
aren't we?

I can't remember the last time
I saw you outside of the Agency.

We should've done
this more often.

How poetic.

Sorry, Jimmy.

You didn't fix it.

Dinner's on me.

The least you
could do.

So Jane, now that we're business
partners, are we gonna split that?

My name is Sarah.

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