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(dramatic music)

- Kandyse Crown?

(gun firing)

(Morgan grunting)

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(Morgan grunting)

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(Morgan grunting)

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- Kandyse, you can't get away from me.

(both groaning)

(soft dramatic music)

(both groaning)

I don't like people shooting at me.

You shoulda made the first move. Whoever moves first wins.

- You don't seem surprised that I'm alive.

- I knew I couldn't kill you. I just wanted to get away.

- So you know who I am?

- I know you want my soul, but you can't have it yet.

- I'm not here to collect.

I'm here to try and help you save yourself.

I tried to tell you yesterday in Vancouver,

but you ran then too.

- I thought I'd lost you.

- You did.

I asked the devil for permission

to follow you outta the city.

He told me where you were.

- You came all this way to keep me out of hell?

- If I can.

We've already wasted almost 20 hours.

- So what's the next layer?

The next layer of the onion.

What's on the surface is never what's really going on.

- My only agenda is to help you.

- You can help me by leaving me alone.

- I have no intention of losing you twice.

Whatever agenda you have,

you need to forget about it and work with me.

- Oh, so that's the devil's real purpose,

to get me to give up on the one thing I sold my soul for?

- Whatever it is, if you haven't done it

by now you never will.

It all goes bad in the last two days.

- You don't know anything about my deal.

- I don't even know why we're here. Why Budapest?

- I have an errand to run.

Why don't you come along?

- An errand?

- Yeah, if you make yourself useful,

I'll think about working with you.

But if you try to interfere, I'll be gone.

And you won't find me again before that clock runs out.

(soft music)

(traffic passing)

(soft music)

- [Morgan] You always work Sundays?

- Yeah, it's a lot quieter.

No distractions.

- Why worry about that?

Somebody asks for a stapler, you can just shoot them.

(soft dramatic music)

- If we get separated again, give me a call.

- Export business, huh? Nice cover.

What exactly do you export?

- Hopefully not you.

What business are you in?

- Babysitting.

(Morgan speaking foreign language)

- [Morgan] So, babysitting's getting more high tech.

- Some children are very very naughty.

I've never been very photogenic.

(device beeping)

(device beeping)

- Looks like they deactivated your card.

- I only stole this last night.

We could cut off the power.

- They'll have battery backup.

Just guessing.

- Well, do you have a better suggestion?

(door opening)

- Duck!

(gun firing)

(dramatic music)

(both grunting)

I really liked this jacket.

Be with you in a minute.

(dramatic music)

(door beeping)

- Let me guess.

The guy you stole the key card from

told you his password in the heat of passion.

- I put a sniffer on their server two weeks ago.

I spent all last night going through the ASKE decode,

and I came up with 27 possible passwords.

- And what if none of them are for that machine?

- Well, then I hope you've got big pockets,

because we're gonna have to take it with us.

You didn't have to do what you did.

I coulda handled it.

- You're welcome.

Martial arts training,

packing skills, state-of-the-art surveillance equipment.

All that's missing is a trench coat.

- I'm a field agent for CSIS.

I've been working covert ops for 12 years.

- Since before your deal.

So you didn't sell your soul to become a spy?

- I didn't have to. I'm good at it.

My deal just helped me with my mission.

- You sold your soul out of patriotism?

(dramatic music)

(Kandyse breathing hard)

- There's nothing wrong with patriotism

if you're one of the good guys.

(computer beeping)

I'm in.

- So what was the password?

- Trinity seven one six four five.

- Trinity?

- Guess he's religious.

He didn't tell me that in the heat of passion either.

- I have to make the drop to my control.

That's something I have to do alone.

- Kandyse--

- I wouldn't have gotten this without you.

I'll call you in an hour.

Cross my heart, hope to die.

- Not him. Idiot, that one.

Yes, catch the look of surprise that someone

is paying attention to his irrelevant existence.

- You've got the wrong person.

- Yes, that's how you've felt all your life.

The wrong person, is wrong place, is wrong time.

Crushed by economic and political forces

beyond your comprehension.

Life is meaningless.

Suicide the only logical option.

Cut.

Stay here.

What's the matter, dear boy?

Not ready for your closeup?

- What are you doing here?

You gave me permission to follow my client.

Why don't you just stay out of it?

- I'm not here because of you.

I've been working in Eastern European cinema for years.

I specialize in showing how hopeless life can be,

without a little help from me.

- And I don't want your local collector getting involved.

I only have a day.

I can't afford to spend it fighting off

whatever monster you've got working here.

- Such harsh words for your fellow employee.

Don't worry about it. It's taken care of.

Go.

Try to save the world.

As pointless as it is.

(mysterious music)

- [Jane] So everything went smoothly?

No trouble getting into the office?

- No trouble at all.

- Was your friend helpful?

- Friend?

(soft dramatic music)

He's a tourist I met today.

I used him for cover.

Aw, come on, Jane, give me a break.

- You think I'm in love or something?

(computer beeping)

I know that street (speaks Hungarian).

- So we know the where but we still don't know when.

- Hopefully soon.

- And why is that?

- We've waited a long time for this. I want this to be over.

(soft mysterious music)

- We're close, Kandyse.

We can't afford any unknown variables.

Whoever this guy is, ditch him.

And if he shows his face again, eliminate him.

(soft dramatic music)

(soft music)

- What is this place?

- Used to be a steel mill.

This was the clinic.

- One of your rendezvous points?

- Just a place I found.

I sit and think about the workers

who ended up in this waiting room.

I mean, they must have been sweeping up

severed fingers by the end of the day.

Maybe I spend too much time alone.

- 12 years undercover's a long time.

- How long have you been undercover?

- Why don't you tell me why you made your deal?

Might give us clues about who got the balancing bad luck.

- I cut my teeth manning a listening post

in Scotland for two years.

Grunt work.

When they moved me to Budapest,

it was my first time in the field.

I was scared as hell.

It was only three days into my assignment.

I just didn't see it coming.

I'd screwed up somehow, left a trail.

They knew who I was.

- Who?

- The bad guys.

- If you're not gonna tell me the truth.

- I'm telling you what you need to know.

They were gonna kill me.

But that wasn't the worst part.

If they knew who I was, then that meant

they could uncover our whole network.

- So you sold your soul to save yourself?

- I wouldn't have done it just for that.

They would have killed everyone I worked with.

- And the devil got you out of it?

- The devil gave me a chance to run, and I ran.

I got away from them.

We closed down the safe house, changed the codes.

No one was compromised.

- That was it?

You just ran away?

- (sighs) Shots were fired.

(dramatic music)

(Laszlo groaning)

A man near me got hit.

- Did you ever find out who it was?

- We monitored the police reports.

His name was Laszlo Ruttkay.

- I'm afraid it may not be very good.

My wife always made the coffee.

- Thank you.

- You're a widower?

- Widower?

No, she left me.

- Mr. Ruttkay, I don't know if you remember me.

- We've met?

You didn't say so on the phone.

- Not met exactly.

We were in the same place 10 years ago

when something terrible happened.

- You were there when my children were killed?

(soft dramatic music)

- Your children?

- Yes.

(soft dramatic music)

- What happened?

- There was shooting.

The police were never able to explain it.

I was there with my family on the sidewalk.

Only my wife wasn't hit by the bullets.

But afterwards she was dead inside.

You know.

So.

(soft dramatic music)

- Well I just wanted to say I'm very sorry for your loss.

(soft dramatic music)

- Thank you for your time.

The coffee was excellent.

(soft dramatic music)

- [Morgan] Sorry for your loss. That's your idea of amends?

- I only went because you threatened

to expose me if I didn't.

I knew there was no point.

- You didn't know about his children.

- The objective was worth the collateral damage.

- You're talking about two innocent children

and a father whose life was destroyed.

Are you saying that your life

was more important than theirs?

- I'm talking about my mission.

- All right, then tell me.

What mission was worth the lives of that boy and girl?

- It's classified.

- (chuckles) Right, sorry.

You don't have to answer questions

because you're one of the good guys.

- What are you saying?

I should just forget about my country, about mankind

and just worry about myself?

See, that's the problem with the world.

That's what everybody does.

- The only thing I'm trying to convince you of

is that you owe someone, maybe that man back there,

an amends, to make up for the cost of selling your soul.

And if you don't do that in the next 23 hours,

you'll never get another chance.

- Why are you doing this?

- Because I have a higher loyalty too.

- To who?

God?

How do you even know God wants you to pursue

redemption for people like me?

How do you know God doesn't want all of us

to go to hell and get what we deserve?

- If God can't forgive what we couldn't, then we're lost.

(pager beeping)

(device beeping)

- It's from my control.

There's a green light for the next step.

- We stay together. Period.

- My control told me I should kill you.

I didn't say I'd already tried.

(traffic passing)

- 24, 25, 26,

27, 28, 29,

30, 31.

This should be it.

- It should be what? It's an empty warehouse.

- This one is, but the one on the other side

of the wall isn't.

- What is that thing?

- Sh.

I can hear them.

There's two.

No, three of them.

- You're recording?

- Biometrics.

I have to be sure they're who they think they are.

- And who do we think they are?

Right, classified.

- That's our guy.

Oh.

- What?

- It's about the last part of my mission.

We knew the where. I just didn't know the when.

- Let me guess.

It's tomorrow, the same day your deal ends.

I told you, whatever it is you're trying to accomplish,

it'll never happen.

You've gotta work with me if you wanna

do something that'll make a difference.

- Let's go.

- The guards have gone inside.

We may have tripped a silent alarm.

- I'm sorry, Morgan.

- Kandyse. Kandyse!

(taser clicking)

(taser clicking)

(soft dramatic music)

(Morgan breathing hard)

(soft dramatic music)

- You really are a very unusual person, you know?

You wake up in the middle of enough instruments

of torture to supply the Spanish Inquisition.

And your first concern is for the very people

that intend to cause you unbearable pain.

- If they cut me or shoot me and see me heal.

- Yes, that could lead to some very difficult questions,

perhaps even to hell, but

as your little pigeon so eloquently put it,

isn't that perhaps what God feels they deserve?

- Maybe it is.

But I don't wanna be the cause of it.

- (laughs) Morgan!

This is all your movie.

Your mise-en-scene.

If not for you, none of this would be happening.

Yes, the director's burden is a heavy one,

but in the end all we can say is

action.

- This is a mistake.

I don't know anything.

- Oh, well, I certainly hope that's not the truth.

Or this'll end up being a lotta trouble for nothing.

(sparks buzzing)

(Morgan shouting)

(Morgan drowning)

- Doesn't bruise easily, does he?

(Morgan drowning)

Not for lack of trying.

You've shown great loyalty to your colleagues.

I hope they remember you fondly.

We're leaving. Kill him in the usual place.

(soft dramatic music)

(Morgan groaning)

(soft dramatic music)

(taser buzzing)

(thug groaning)

(dramatic music)

(birds singing)

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(Kandyse breathing hard)

(soft dramatic music)

(Laszlo groaning)

(girl screaming in Hungarian)

(dramatic music)

(engine starting)

(tires squealing)

- Mr. Ruttkay, I'm sorry to disturb you,

but I need to talk to you.

It's a matter of life and death.

- What are you doing here?

How did you find me?

- I went to your flat, and I spoke with your housekeeper.

She told me I could find you here.

- I think it's time you told me what this is all about.

First, you come to my flat with that woman.

I don't even know her name.

- Her name is Kandyse Crown.

- Kandyse Crown?

Kandyse Crown keeps it a surprise for me

that she was there when my children were killed.

But she doesn't even tell me how she knows my name,

why she waited 10 years to find me.

And now you come here, whoever you are,

and tell me that I must talk to you,

because it's the matter of life and death.

Whose life and death?

- Look, I know this is confusing for you.

- No, confusing is not the right word.

Every day, I think about my son and my daughter,

and every day I look at their pictures

and try to remember the sound of their voices

and how they laughed.

I want you to take me to her.

I want to speak to her again.

- I'm not sure where she is.

- Then why are you here?

What is your part in all this? Who are you?

- I'm just a friend who's trying to help.

- Help with what?

- Miss Crown believes that she may be responsible

in a way for what happened that day in the park.

- Responsible? How?

- She thinks that whoever was doing the shooting

was trying to kill her.

You and your children,

you were just in the way.

- She knows who fired the shots?

She knows their names?

- No.

- Do you know why they were trying to kill her?

- There are things I can't tell you,

Mr. Ruttkay, for your own safety.

I know that's difficult to accept, but it's the truth.

What's important here is that Miss Crown is trying

to find a way to make up to you for what happened.

- Make up to me?

- Make amends, make it right, if that's possible.

- There are some things that can never be made right.

If you ask me what I want from Kandyse Crown,

I would say only that

I wish we could return to that day in the park,

and she would die and my children would live.

But would it make it right?

If you find her, bring her to see me.

- What are you doing here?

- I'm beginning to wonder.

One of us is crazy, and I'm not sure it's you.

- Good, then go back to Vancouver and leave me alone.

- You never did tell me why you were in Vancouver.

- None of your business.

- I just spent two hours in extreme pain

pretending I didn't know your name.

- It was a courier gig. My control sent me.

- Maybe.

- It's the truth.

- You been doing covert ops in Budapest for 10 years,

and on the only day you qualify for my services

you happen to be in Vancouver.

- You think the devil arranged it?

- I don't know,

but there may be more layers to this onion.

- Well I still have to do what I have to do.

- Stolen nuclear missiles.

That's what this is about, isn't it?

- You said you didn't know anything about my deal.

- I didn't.

But I started to add things up,

why you were in Eastern Europe,

why you talked about saving mankind,

and the password on that computer.

Trinity seven one six four five.

- What about it?

- The Trinity site in New Mexico is where the U.S.

tested its first nuclear weapon on July 16th, 1945.

Seven one six four five.

It all added up to loose nukes.

ICBMs that the old Soviet satellites

are willing to sell for hard currency.

- The organization that we're after

has no name that we know of.

The code name is Red Horse.

They're the people that tortured you.

They head guy in an arms dealer

who specializes in supplying terrorists.

It's the kinda dangerous you can only be

if you believe in nothing.

Not your country, not religion, not even profit.

Only power.

- And now he's gonna sell the terrorists nuclear missiles.

- It gets worse.

He's upgraded the ICBMs with new warheads

that he bought from North Korea and Iran.

Warheads that are 10 times as powerful

and missiles that have the range to hit North America.

Dirty bombs and germ warfare, that's nothing compared

to the Armageddon that'll happen if we don't

stop this guy from making that sale tomorrow.

If I don't do my job.

(pager beeping)

(device beeping)

It's from my control.

She wants to meet at Heroes' Square.

I really am sorry I left you back there.

But this is more important than my soul.

(case closing)

(water flowing)

- Agent Crown?

- Who are you?

- Your control sent us. She wasn't able to come personally.

- Why didn't she tell me that herself?

- There have been some problems.

She wants you to come in.

- What's her name? My control?

- We don't want to do this in public, do we?

(traffic passing)

(dramatic music)

(gun firing)

(dramatic music)

(Velcro tearing)

- We have to get outta here.

- Red Horse must have tapped our communications systems.

That's the only way they could have known the code

to send a message on that frequency.

- We're too visible. We need to go.

- Give me your phone.

- Why?

- Just give it to me.

(phone dialing)

- Who you calling?

(phone ringing)

- [Jane] Yes.

- Jane, it's Kandyse.

- [Jane] This isn't a secure line.

- Our comms systems have been compromised.

Somebody sent me a message with your code.

They tried to kill me.

Jane?

- [Jane] Kandyse, I want you to listen to me.

I want you to get off the grid right now.

Get rid of your ID, everything.

And don't come back up, ever.

- Jane?

(phone dialing)

(busy signal beeping)

(Kandyse groaning)

- What she say?

- She told me to go underground, permanently.

- Kandyse, I'm sorry.

It's over.

You're out of it.

The good news is we still have time to find Ruttkay

and try to save your soul.

- No.

- We've only got 10 hours left.

And somewhere in Budapest is another collector

who's gonna make those guys look

like amateurs if he finds you.

- Going back to Ruttkay is a waste of time.

I've been in a dozen shootouts over the past 10 years,

and those two children aren't the only ones who have died.

- Then we'll find the others you've hurt.

- You don't get it.

Completing this mission is the only amends I can make.

It's the only way to justify everything I've done.

- You're not the only agent at CSIS.

You've already given them the place

and the time of the meeting.

They'll take care of it.

- They can't.

- Why not?

- Because I didn't give them all the information.

- What?

- I was worried about our networks

being compromised, and I was right.

I held back the most crucial piece,

a photo of the arms dealer.

He's the target.

Without that, no one'll be able to stop what's gonna happen.

- And you can't transmit it

because your communications aren't secure.

- We have no choice.

I have to take it to my control, to Jane.

(soft dramatic music)

(device beeping)

- Jane?

(soft dramatic music)

- It's all gone. The equipment, everything.

- Is there another safe house in Budapest?

- Not that I know of.

- Looks like you're the spy left out in the cold.

- Another of the devil's amusing disguises.

- Win some,

lose some.

Missiles fly. Humanity dies a fiery death.

Why not go to hell now and avoid the rush?

- No, I'll find Jane, and she can still stop it.

- Hope, the sweet song of the canary just before the cat

pushes its head into the light socket.

But, on the bright side, you are free

to attend the premiere of my latest masterpiece.

(projector clicking)

(soft violin music)

I'm a great admirer of the realists,

you know Vittorio De Sica is my hero.

No one could spread despair like that man.

(soft violin music)

But I'm also a great lover of symbolism,

especially if no one can understand it.

(soft violin music)

Yes, so sad, isn't it?

But then one can't be distracted by such things

when one has a mission to complete.

(soft violin music)

(projector clicking)

- Come on. Let's get outta here.

- You won't find her. Jane.

Your client is not as good as she thinks she is.

I supplied most of her evidence over the years,

and I've had to intervene several times

just to keep her alive, or the bullets that hit

all those bystanders would've hit you.

- Kandyse, even if we can't find Jane,

we can still work on your redemption.

- Why do you keep pushing her to save her unworthy soul?

She's trying to be noble.

Well I for one support you.

- Entry codes and an address?

- The other safe house, the one they never told you about.

Anything for my loyal audience.

(soft dramatic music)

- How did you find me?

- Jane, please don't trip the alarm.

I just want two minutes.

- Shut the door.

(soft dramatic music)

Who are you? Who are you working for?

- My business with Kandyse is personal.

- You're a pro.

Civilians worry when someone points a gun at them.

- Jane, listen to me. I didn't give you everything.

I have a photo of the target.

- What?

- I just wanna give it to you

and then you can complete the mission.

Then I'm gone, I promise.

Jane, it's in my PDA.

If you don't trust me, then just shoot me and take it.

But you've got to stop Red Horse.

(soft dramatic music)

(bullet whooshing)

(soft dramatic music)

- Sniper.

(phone ringing)

- Yes.

- [Caller] You're receiving a digital photo.

(soft dramatic music)

- You son of a bitch.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello!

- Why send me this? What do they want?

- They wanted you to know they have it.

They're gonna send it to your superiors.

- Well then I have to get to somebody at CSIS first.

- Combined with the surveillance photos of us together,

they'll think you murdered Jane and changed sides.

Nobody will believe anything you say about Red Horse.

They'll kill you on sight.

- Well then I have to stop it myself.

- Kandyse.

- No, you're right, even if I gave CSIS a picture

of the target, they will think it was fake.

I have to complete the mission.

- They know where you're going. They'll be waiting for you.

- Morgan, the missiles have already been transferred.

The terrorists already have them.

The meeting today is the last step.

Red Horse hands over the launch codes

in return for final payment.

Armageddon could be tomorrow.

Do you understand now?

I have to kill the target myself.

I'm the only person in the world who can.

(soft dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

- Ruttkay.

It was no accident he was there the day you made your deal.

- Papa!

(dramatic music)

- I was there to do surveillance

of a meeting of Red Horse agents.

He must've been coming to the meeting.

- It doesn't mean you don't owe him an amends.

- He was using his family as cover.

He's as much to blame for the death

of his children as I am.

- He's not the target, right?

Or you would have recognized him earlier.

(dramatic music)

- No, he's not the one I'm here for.

(device beeping)

(soft dramatic music)

What is it?

Do you know him?

- Only socially.

Though, I must admit I'm curious about who you are.

But then, what's most important is who we say you are.

And I doubt that anyone's gonna have any kinda trouble

believing that you're the Red Horse agent

that turned our operative.

- Our?

What are you saying, your CSIS?

- Name's Bartlett. I'm Jane's superior.

- That's a lie. You're Red Horse.

- Actually, there is no Red Horse.

That was a just a fictional terrorist cell

that we created for other purposes.

- No, that can't be true.

I've been doing research for years and following leads.

- And you've certainly come up with an extraordinary

amount of evidence for something that never existed.

Some of it we planted, of course,

including the photographs and the conversations

that brought you here today.

The rest of it, well, I'm not sure of the source.

I was hoping that you might be able to enlighten me.

- That would be a very bad idea.

- Maybe we could trade information.

- Possibly. What's your question?

- Well if Red Horse never existed,

why was I put out in the field in the first place.

- You were a sacrifice.

- Like in chess?

The pawn is sacrificed to protect the king.

- Just over 10 years ago, one of our agents killed

a suspected terrorist who turned out to be the son

of an Iranian mullah that we wanted to keep onside.

We sent you into the field to balance the scales.

- You mean, you sent me out to be killed.

- Laszlo Ruttkay was in charge of the operation.

I must say he failed spectacularly.

Considerable collateral damage,

including the lives of his children ruined him as an agent.

- Ruttkay is one of us?

- The mullah suspected that we muffed

the operation on purpose, so we had to sacrifice

another agent to keep him happy.

That left you as a loose end that had to be tied up.

But you were very hard to kill.

- So all those attempts on my life,

that was friendly fire?

- Run by Jane actually.

She was hampered by having to make it look

like the work of enemy agents or we would've run afoul

of some government oversight committee.

In the end, I think she just went a little soft.

(soft dramatic music)

In any case, she finally served her country well

by giving us the rationale for killing a double agent.

(soft dramatic music)

- So that's it?

Whether I tell you anything or not, I'm dead.

- The lie never matters.

What really matters is closing the file.

So with you and Ruttkay off the books, well,

that puts this little silly mess to bed.

(soft dramatic music)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(dramatic music)

(engines starting)

(soft dramatic music)

(Morgan groaning)

(Kandyse breathing shallowly)

- Very cinematic finish.

(Kandyse breathing shallowly)

But you know, there could be sequel.

- What do you mean?

- There's a reason you haven't run

into the local collector.

About a week ago, he told me he couldn't take it anymore.

He actually volunteered to go to hell

rather than collect another soul.

That created a vacancy in Budapest.

Would you like to fill it?

- No, she made amends.

Bartlett won't kill Ruttkay now.

She saved Ruttkay's life.

- Did she resurrect his children?

How else could she make amends to him?

- No.

You're not saying it isn't true.

- [Devil] Uh-oh, looks like your little clock is broken.

- Just have faith.

Wait out the time.

I'm sure you've earned your redemption.

- Now now, dear boy, you can't be sure.

And Kandyse may be a little low on faith at this point.

After all, everyone she ever trusted has betrayed her.

But I never will.

A deal's a deal.

- Don't do it.

- Why not?

Would you deny her the chance to save

herself the way you did?

(soft dramatic music)

- [Kandyse] I accept.

(Kandyse yelling)

(soft dramatic music)

(Kandyse gasping)

(soft piano music)

(dramatic music)

(Kandyse gasping)

- Well, you know what they say.

Damned if you do, damned if you don't.

(soft piano music)

(soft violin music)

(Kandyse yelling)

(soft violin music)

(upbeat dramatic music)