Original subtitles

Hitman 2-3, this is Hitman 2-1.

We have confirmed location of "Sombra."

Ombra's still out of pocket.

Confirmed weapons on sight.

Keep a hard posture.

Proceed with extreme caution.

Hitman 2-3, what's your status?

HITMAN 2-3 ON RADIO: Hitman 2-1, approaching target

from north-west side.

Have rooftop assets advise.

Hitman 2-1, kick team in position.

Breaching.

Move, move, move.

East room, clear.

Kitchen, clear.

HITMAN 2-3: Bedroom one, clear.

Second story, clear.

The fuck is this? He's not here.

We got set up.

HITMAN 2-3: Hitman 2-1, location empty. Please advise.

Aloka, do you copy?

Gotcha.

HITMAN 2-3 ON RADIO: Aloka?

Aloka?

Aloka?

Dad?

Did you get those scars from the bad guys?

Yes, from the bad guys.

Did Momma help you beat up the bad guys?

Mm-hmm. She did.

Is that what she's doing right now,

beating up the bad guys?

Mm-hmm.

That's why she cannot live with us.

I miss her.

Can you tell me the story about Momma's tummy?

- You like that story, huh? - Mm-hmm.

Okay.

So, we know about the bad guys...

explosions...

and why Daddy's ears don't work.

Right.

So, when Momma was pregnant,

she used to lay Daddy down in her lap,

right on her tummy...

so I could feel you move.

Sometimes you would not move.

Why?

Because you were asleep in there.

So, when you were asleep...

Momma used to do this...

so I could hear your heartbeat...

and know that you were okay.

Do you speak French?

No, no.

♪ Now I need to tell you this ♪

♪ There's no other love like your love ♪

♪ And I, as long as I live ♪

♪ I'll give you all the joy ♪

♪ My heart and soul can give... ♪

♪ Let me hold you ♪

♪ I need to have you near me ♪

♪ And I feel with you in my arms ♪

♪ This love will last forever ♪

Look both ways.

Both ways. Look before, okay?

Seat belt.

What are you feeling like today, mon gars?

What's a "brick house," Dad?

- What's that? - A "brick house."

They say... "36, 24, 36."

Um...

It is, um, the address of the brick house.

Really?

No. No.

Um...

Brick house is a term...

for a beautiful, curvaceous woman.

Like boobies?

Voila. Like boobies, there you go.

And booties too?

Oui. Both.

Okay.

I can pick the music?

Lionel Richie. Come on, Dad.

Okay, Lionel Richie.

Spotify, we love Lionel Richie.

♪ And I don't mind ♪

Okay.

♪ About the things you're gonna say, Lord ♪

Hey.

♪ I gave all my money and my time ♪

Listen to that kid sing.

♪ I know it's a shame ♪

♪ But I'm giving you back your name ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

My bro.

What? Damn it!

Dick. Fuck off.

What an asshole.

Right, Dad?

You say it when we drive.

Under my breath maybe.

What's "under my breath?"

Where kids can't hear me.

I can hear you.

You say it to the other cars too. A lot.

That's a disclosure fee, sir.

Disclosure fee?

It's a small charge the bank levies

for teller-client interaction.

I don't...

Ky, attends deux secondes. Let's go...

Oh, French. Yeah.

Yeah.

What does it mean?

Disclosure fee covers what?

You mean, us talking?

Let me see what I can do.

- Thank you. - One second.

Um... Hmm...

This is, like, your third one this month.

Everybody down!

As you can imagine, it's a motherfucking robbery.

Keep your hands where we can see them.

Anybody moves, you get shot.

- Ky, come to me. -Three minutes.

Let's go, three minutes.

- Down! -Daddy!

I said down, now.

That's my boy.

You got three seconds, asshole.

Just let my boy come to me.

Please.

That boy?

Yes, let him come.

That one there?

Dad.

Ky.

I said down.

Do you wanna watch me kill this kid?

Get on the floor right fucking now

or you're gonna watch me kill this kid.

Open your eyes, mon gars.

Daddy got the bad guys.

What the fuck?

...or resigning to run

the G-7's new security attache,

just before the office of the Inspector General

launched its investigation into his activities

while he served as head of the CIA.

Oh, good God.

I don't have time for this, ladies and gentlemen.

I'm sure you'd appreciate that my job means there is

nothing I can tell you.

Hey, handsome, looking good.

Jack Cinder is a spy,

and not in the James Bond sense of the word,

- but in a darker kind of way. - Hmm.

So, is the G-7 leadership going to allow him

to refuse these subpoenas should they be issued?

Mr. Cinder has called these efforts

an empty exercise by his enemies

designed to cast doubt

on the G-7's decision

to appoint him Secretary General.

That face is a morning destroyer, Patrick.

I'm working on that, sir.

Looks like we're getting close.

Ombra hit Aloka in Miami last night.

She's taken out half our team.

What is this?

Check out who popped up this morning.

Sombra.

What the fuck is this?

Call Avery.

- Get us a helo out of Trento. - Yep.

Put that up in here on the big screen.

Yes, sir.

It should work. I've never actually done it.

Aurora, whiskey, double.

It's 8:00 a.m.

It's a little early, isn't it?

Triple.

Where is it?

One sec, sorry.

There you go.

Refill that as fast as humanly possible.

It's doing that spinny thing, sorry.

Patrick.

I'm gonna grab the sharpest thing

I can find in this room and I'm gonna ram it

right into your fucking throat

if you don't get that picture up on the big screen.

Okay, here we go.

Now...

why did you two betray me and the team?

She got pregnant.

That was it.

She got pregnant.

I got you now, you son of a bitch.

I want everything on Sombra.

His aliases.

Where he lives, eats, works, plays.

Every single fucking facet of his daily life.

Let's put the band back together.

The same group Ombra and Sombra burned

all those years ago.

It'll be personal for them.

Just like it's personal for me.

Well...

it's time to go to work.

♪ Scratching the surface ♪

♪ Not even halfway there ♪

♪ Even halfway there ♪

♪ Don't know if it's worth it ♪

♪ Livin' on hope and pray ♪

♪ Have mercy... ♪

Ky, baby.

♪ Have mercy on me ♪

♪ Whoa, mercy ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Mercy on me ♪

Speak English. Okay.

Cinder's got skeletons, like, a fucking graveyard's worth.

He ran some clandestine kill team,

you know, black ops, all that shit.

This OIG investigation's got him freaked out.

If that stuff comes to light, it's over for him.

Cinder's the guy that makes guys...

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Ow!

Unc!

You see that shit?

Get your ass over here.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Moves like that's gonna blow our fucking cover.

I'm blendin' in, relax.

We're supposed to be workin'.

You're doin' the opposite of that.

Oh, please. I barely grazed that guy.

You blasted the ball in the little boy's face.

The fuck is wrong with you?

They're just a bunch of floppin'-ass Euro bitches.

- You all right? - I'm fine.

'Cause that breathin' is sayin' otherwise.

- What the fuck is goin' on? - I'm in shape.

Fifty-one's a bitch, ain't it?

- Yeah, it is. - Yeah.

It shows.

We don't have time for mid-life crises.

You have nothing to prove to me.

- You're on. - I still love you.

Hold that thought.

- It's okay, though. - See? See?

We gonna play or what? Or do I gotta whoop

- somebody else's ass? -Always tryna

- prove something -What's happenin'?

Oh, shit!

Issac.

You sure you're okay, mon gars?

I'm okay, Daddy.

What happened?

You wanna take a trip?

A trip? Like, a vacation?

Yes. Vacation.

Where?

To a special house that Daddy has.

- A special house? - Mm-hmm. Far from here.

We're gonna fly.

On a plane?

Ready to go?

- Yeah! - Yeah! Let's go.

Who are we dealing with?

Official reps from six of the seven attendant countries.

The OIG investigation has everyone nervous.

Good morning, everyone.

In the interests of expediency,

I'd like to keep this short, sweet, and unredacted.

Excuse me, Secretary...

Secretary General, if you don't mind.

And I'd like two minutes uninterrupted,

so I can make some pretty painful admissions,

and quell any suspicions you may have about me

or my bona fides.

Eight years ago, at the behest of the United States...

I recruited, as a top-secret adjunct of the CIA...

a group of elite special operators

into a unit...

known as Shadow Force.

This clandestine team

was tasked with hot spot, high level terminations.

Your dictators, your despots, your tyrants...

Basically, we did God's dirty work around the globe.

And how does this Issac Sarr factor--

That brief pause was not designed to signal

follow-up questions, Congressman.

So, if you just let me get this out,

then we can get to the armchair QBing

and second-guessing that you seem to specialize in.

Issac Sarr,

the man in the CCTV footage, and Kyrah Owens,

these two met as Shadow Force co-commanders,

and in spite of the fact that workplace entanglements

were strictly forbidden...

love blossomed.

Which led to the aforementioned

internal strife,

and into them abandoning their unit and their command.

I now believe the woman, Ombra...

Well, she was with child at the time,

and that would've hastened their flight.

These are outlaws.

Lethally trained, highly skilled operators,

privy to years of our most sensitive global secrets.

Secrets that can be reborn as blackmail.

For those of you who do not speak German,

I just said, "We will seek them out

"and we will destroy them."

Because recruitment at Shadow Force came

with one single ironclad rule.

No one leaves.

Violation of that rule brought a $25 million bounty

onto the head of that individual

to be collected by their fellow teammates.

And as of now, I have doubled that bounty.

♪ 36-24-36 What a winning hand ♪

♪ She's a brick house ♪

♪ I'm just a hap, hap, happy dog ♪

♪ I'm just a happy, happy, happy, happy, happy dog ♪

You sure the bad guys are not gonna find us?

Mm-hmm.

Is that an animal? No.

- Is there ivy? - No.

What is this place?

We're gonna die from the ivy.

- Is this toilet water, Dad? -No.

-Are there snakes in here? - No.

Are there alligators?

Stop, stop, stop!

Are there fish?

No.

Are there piranhas?

No, but there are explosives.

Okay, Ky.

All right, mon gars, come on up.

Are we gonna stay here, Dad?

For a while.

Pretty cool, huh?

Let's get something to eat.

How is it? Good?

- Dad? - Mm-hmm.

Why'd you take your earplugs out?

What do you mean, mon gars? When?

With those bad guys in that bank,

you took them out.

You know Daredevil? How he's blind?

- Yeah. - But he's still a superhero,

because his superpower is he can hear everything.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Well, Daddy's is like that, but it's when I can't hear.

That's my superpower.

How?

I don't know.

I get really focused.

Everything slows down.

I feel strong.

Is that why you got the bad guys?

I think so.

You were never a bad guy, were you, Dad?

You know what?

A long time ago...

I was.

Was Momma, too?

Why?

We thought we were the good guys.

Are you now the good guys?

Absolutely.

Kyrah?

Yeah?

We cannot do this anymore.

- Maybe we made a mistake. - No, we didn't make a mistake.

We made a decision.

We went AWOL.

And we have a son now.

Let me go back to Cinder.

No.

That man will murder you on sight.

We fucked up his masterpiece.

There is no Shadow Force. There is no going back.

You wanted to run.

I love you.

Oh, God!

I think that this might be personal for him.

We had a thing.

A very casual thing a long time ago,

before I ever laid eyes on you.

And it wasn't real.

Yeah, I wasn't...

building a life with him.

And I told him that.

But he wanted more.

A lot more.

When I said no, he threatened to destroy me.

...until he's sure that I can't get...

You should've told me.

I just...

I knew you would kill him,

and then they'd kill you.

Kyrah.

The baby.

I know.

We can't spend the rest of our lives running.

Cinder cannot find out about Ky.

No. No.

I'll do it.

What are you talking about?

Our son.

And protecting him no matter what.

I just need a little bit of time to draw them out.

And then I'll get them one by one.

And then when it's safe...

we can all disappear together as a family.

Kyrah, that could take years.

Why you?

Tell me why you?

Because they won't see me coming.

Because what kind of mother leaves her son?

Yes. Yes.

I'm sure.

♪ You're the anti-Christ ♪

Every one of those phones is burned.

All the SIM cards, burned. I cannot fuckin'--

You gotta get this shit down precision, all right?

Now is the time. Now is the time.

We don't wait.

You're drinking?

No, this is an optical illusion.

What is wrong with you? We're working.

In a nightclub at night.

Oh, my God.

And I'm a grown-ass motherfucking man.

That's debatable.

- Has Issac reached out? - No.

Where would you go, if you're Issac?

Probably where we had the most bang.

Money, support systems, weapons caches...

Right, right. So that's what? Morocco...

South Africa...

- and Colombia. - That's what I'm thinking.

- All right, bet. Let's go. - What do you mean?

What you mean "what I mean"?

We after Cinder. He's the tango.

These two assholes,

they're not gonna catch him red-handed.

We find Issac, we find Kyrah,

we will catch Secretary General Cinder

with his hand all the way in the cookie jar.

Burn his ass down.

Hell, yeah. Now, I can drink to that.

No, we can get drunk to that.

You always go too far.

- Why not? - I said I would drink to that,

- not get drunk to that. - Why not?

Drop it!

Stop it! Stop!

You blew your cover!

Come on, hero. Show me something heroic.

You put our son at risk!

Why?

Are we done?

No!

It's okay, mon gars.

Why'd you fight my dad?

Explain yourself.

Hi.

Hi. Who's that?

This is Momma.

I haven't seen her in a long time.

I'm so sorry, Ky.

Baby...

Do you know who I am?

- Mama? - Yeah.

Oh, God!

Oh, my God!

I missed you.

Oh, baby, I missed you so much.

Mama's here.

Uh, boom!

Mama's here.

Yes, she is, mon gars.

Is she gonna be here when I wake up?

I hope so.

Now, go to sleep.

Mama and I have a lot to talk about. Okay?

Okay, okay. So...

This was on Bangla, you know, on Patong Beach,

and we were fucking starving,

but this fish vendor looks dodgy as fuck.

This kid in this big-ass diaper.

You wanna tell the fucking story?

You always leave out the part about the kid in the diaper.

This shit ain't funny without the part

- about the kid in the diaper. - I was getting to that.

Six years, army intel.

Top of my class at The Farm.

And now?

Waiter for assassins.

Yep.

-Fine. - You never could

- handle your liquor. - Come on, man.

If you fall on your face?

- It was like 10 feet. -No, it was...

It was like 10 feet.

It's good to see ya.

Good to see you.

Here's to old friends and foes.

Salud. Cheers.

And the "great game" we can't get enough of.

-Amen. - Cheers.

Salud.

Um...

We share, uh...

a rather deep, rather colorful history.

But it's a history I can't let bite us

in the ass now.

So, I'm gonna skip the lecture on the "Do's and Don'ts."

I'm gonna head straight to the demands.

One.

I'm doubling the bounty.

Oh, shit.

Two. We plan and execute with precision.

We don't rely on luck.

We don't play the odds. Not with these two.

How much support do we have?

All of it.

Former SOF. All seasoned folks.

All whisper-quiet.

Plus, we'll have our friend, Avery, keeping tabs.

These traitors have killed six of our fellow cohorts.

They are now carrying a serious price tag

between them. We have actionable,

real-time intel on their whereabouts.

I'm locking down on their location now.

Game on, ladies and gentlemen.

Let's go get 'em.

Cheers to that.

Your hands hurt?

Is that my boot print in your chest?

- So... - So...

What happened to our plan?

Our happily ever after.

Do you have any idea what I've been doing

to keep this family safe?

- Family? - Yes.

- Family? - I got Aloka.

He was closing in on you.

He had photos and a work-up.

I got him.

But there are still five Shadows out there.

Cinder triggered the activation.

And now he knows about Ky.

Hi, sweetie.

Oh, what?

What is this?

Is he asleep?

He does that.

He sleepwalks like you.

No idea how he got that

comfortable with you that fast.

Maybe he finally feels safe.

No, I'm not letting him out of my sight.

Kyrah. You've been the hunter and we've been hunted. Hiding.

No more.

Then we need help.

Auntie and Unc?

They work for OIG now, they're gunning for Cinder.

They're gunning with what?

Subpoenas? Paperwork?

Those are not guns.

You want to go after Cinder.

No.

This is grown-up shit...

- Mm-hmm. - ...and you're not ready.

You got soft.

Four former bank robbers might beg to differ.

Four idiots who got their gear at a gun show and shot paper.

Yes, the whole world saw the video.

The whole world saw me keeping our son safe.

Okay.

Cold shot. Show me what you got.

Wow.

Okay.

I mean, that was amazing. You're...

Don't be mad. I was always a better shot than you.

- No. - Yes.

- Never. - What?

Plus, you've been operational.

Shouldn't we both be operational

when you're the one protecting Ky?

It's called puh-renting, Kyrah.

Is it? Or is it "parenting"?

Parenting.

Who taught you French?

So, for "parenting,"

no trigger time.

You need to clean up your shooting.

That is consumer grade.

We don't want another Odessa.

Ancient history, again.

You shot me in the shoulder.

- Yes. - Yeah.

- Oui. - Oh, oh. It was on purpose?

Uh-huh.

Was my shoulder?

Yes. Your shoulder.

- Okay. - Just let it go.

I'm gonna get Ky. We need to get going.

Don't forget to reload.

Cool.

Is this your car?

Yeah, baby. This is Momma's whip.

You like it?

- It's so cool. - I know.

This is way cooler than our car, Dad.

- Oh. - Merci.

How do we get to Auntie and Unc?

We don't. They get to us.

We stay on the move, keep Ky safe,

and wait until they get Cinder.

- How clean is this? - I run anti-RF,

short-wave, sat-com scans

before the key ever touches the ignition.

Then I run additional scans, UV, FLIR,

thermal, millimeter-wave radar.

What are you carrying?

It's all custom.

Quarter-inch, inlaid titanium carbon-fiber up armoring.

V-12 short stroke switch out engine.

Reinforced bumpers so it can punch

through roadblocks.

UL level 10 bullet resistant glass.

And this.

So we can move VIPs, diplomats...

hostages.

Hmm.

- I'm driving. - Yes, you are.

Hey, baby. You want to ride with me?

The neighbor's dog, named Kaiser,

was banging their cat.

What in the hell?

That was the sound they heard.

I don't like this. Something is off.

This is weird.

I agree.

But you said it yourself,

these guys won't get us Cinder.

No, babe. It's not about that.

You don't go from talking about burning cell phones

and actually mentioning Cinder's name...

to then talking about cats and dogs fucking?

I mean, he's sitting at the table

with a bunch of club hoes.

You think he's gonna actually talk about...

He was with the same bitches at the park.

They're gaming it.

You don't think somebody tipped them off to us, do you?

Oh, hell no, not the way we move.

Unless...

Are you serious?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

For the past two months,

you're all this "dot dot dot" shit.

But, dot dot dot.

Well, dot dot dot.

Do I look like I like suspense?

Speak your mind, motherfucker.

- I don't got time for that. - Okay.

There's supposedly another two-man tracking Cinder.

A reflector team.

Mm. Really?

You didn't know?

Why would I know?

Okay, try to.

Ready? Rematch.

One, two, three, four...

I declare a thumby war. You are going...

Oh, I got you, I got you...

I'm trapped. Oh, no.

Ay!

Mississippi one, Mississippi two,

Mississippi three.

Kyrah, where do I plug in?

In the glove box.

Daddy, can we play some music?

Sure, mon gars.

♪ Tell me only this ♪

♪ That I have your heart... ♪

Dad, why'd you stop it?

Yeah, Dad. Why'd you stop it?

That's your favorite song.

No, it's not, mon gars.

It's not. It's not my favorite song.

It's not even close.

You listen to that song a lot.

- Oh! - He listens to that

song a lot, Momma.

Does he? Wow, that is

really interesting.

Well, can I hear it?

No, maybe we just enjoy the quiet.

Come on, Dad. Play it for Momma.

Come on, Dad.

Wanna hear it, Momma?

Yes, I do.

I really, really, really, really do.

Okay.

♪ Let me hold you ♪

Okay.

♪ I need to have you ♪

♪ Near me ♪

♪ And I feel with you... ♪

He knows all the words.

- ♪ In my heart... ♪ - Not all of them.

Mm-hmm.

♪ This love will last ♪

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

♪ Forever ♪

♪ Because I'm truly... ♪

Hey! Ah!

Get it.

♪ Truly in love ♪

- ♪ With this girl ♪ -♪ With this guy... ♪

Right here. I'm loving this.

♪ I'm truly... ♪

Ay! Yes, Ky!

Ay!

Ay!

♪ Heels with your love ♪

♪ I need you ♪

♪ You know you're all right ♪

♪ With me ♪

♪ With me ♪

He can sing!

That was great.

Mwah! That was great.

- Kyrah. -Hmm?

Make sure he's got his belt on.

It's getting foggy.

We're being tracked.

The bad guys are back.

I need you to listen to Momma now

and do what she says.

Okay, let's get you somewhere safe.

Okay, baby cakes, get in there. Go ahead.

All right, lie down.

Good job.

Is this a baby seat?

No, no, no, no, no, no. This is no baby seat.

This seat is for big boys.

And you're just gonna stay here

until Momma comes to get you.

Okay? Okay, great.

- Are we gonna be okay, Momma? -Yeah.

Momma's gonna make sure that we're okay.

Now you just have to wear these

'cause Daddy's gonna go fast.

It's gonna get a little bumpy.

I wanna make sure

you can hear me, so give me a thumbs up

when you can hear me. Can you hear me?

Hello, hello. Oh, good.

I love you so much, baby. Can you hear that?

Okay. Mwah!

I'll see you very, very soon, okay?

Is he safe in there?

Yes. That trunk is indestructible.

- They've got us flanked. -You think?

How did they find us?

I don't fucking know.

Momma, that's a bad word. The "F" word.

Oh, shit. Uh... Hey, sorry. So sorry.

Get down!

- Fuck. - Really?

I want the car dredged up.

I want the bodies recovered.

Was the boy with them?

We don't know that.

Well, find out!

Oh, no.

What is it?

Kyrah.

They're all there, Issac.

All of them.

Shadows? Yeah.

Momma?

Are you okay, Momma?

Come here.

- Let's go. - Let's go, let's go.

I want to know how they found us.

Yeah, me too.

There's no way they've been tracking you?

No, no way. It's impossible.

Then we got shopped, Kyrah.

Yeah. By who?

No.

It's not Auntie and Unc. It's not.

I trust them.

So, you've been listening to our wedding song.

- Our son has. - Oh, just by himself.

- Mmm-hmm. - Uh-huh.

He's got this Lionel Richie thing.

Especially Truly.

Imagine that.

- He's so cute. - Hmm.

I wish we could get him on American Idol.

Imagine if that was our biggest worry right now.

I was always around.

Nearby.

Two years ago...

there was this outdoor fair by the Southpoint Mall,

- and I... - You touched

the back of my neck in the crowd.

Sir, this is a temporary setback.

We'll find 'em. We're sorry.

You're sorry?

Well, that's wonderful.

No, because I find the... the raw power of an apology

so fucking helpful in times like these.

It was an unforeseen--

Unforeseen because you lack vision, my boy.

You lack the sweat and salt of experience.

Too much running on treadmills,

not enough running in the real world.

You know...

I didn't get a manicure until I was 30.

I didn't own a tailored suit till I was 40.

You see me now with the buff and the polish

and a lapel pin, you think...

I've never handled a knife in my life...

or beaten a man half to death with my bare hands.

Well...

you're gravely mistaken.

They say that with success

there comes this, um, softening.

That it turns a man's armor to silk.

So, every now and again...

I like to remind myself who I am.

And, conversely, who you are.

Sir, I don't--

What you got?

Fine then.

You wanna fight, sir?

Bring it on.

That's not bad.

There's no such thing as a cheap shot.

You're both fired.

Cinder.

Wait, what?

Oh.

That's good.

That's very good.

Pick up the scent, please.

It seems they survived.

Okay, you both just got rehired.

Get the jet fueled and on the tarmac.

Wheels up in 30.

Good job.

By the way, those wounds, they... they look good.

You look good. You look tough.

Cinder.

Hiya, Jack.

It's Secretary General Cinder now, Ombra.

Oh, I know,

all official sounding. Here you are

with International Law Enforcement

nipping at your heels, hunting me down.

And Sombra and Ky too.

There isn't a distance you can travel

or a hole dug deep enough where I can't reach you.

You wanna keep running all your life?

A life that's getting shorter by the second?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, this taunting.

Uh, I'm getting a real kick out of it.

I know it sounds, uh...

shitty and childish. But, hey, what the heck,

I'm enjoying myself.

I have a proposition.

You mean besides killing you?

Feels a little limiting, doesn't it?

You know what the most unsentimental thing

in the world is, Kyrah?

Revenge.

It's also the most expensive.

$100 million is more than worth it.

You've doubled the bounty on us?

And I'm gonna triple it by the week's end.

Even with the entire G-7 caught in the crosshairs

of what could be a huge international investigation,

I can't help but feel a little flattered.

Flushed even.

You want me?

I do.

On your knees.

Begging for your life.

I'm not the begging type, Jack.

Let Sombra and Ky go.

Call off the Shadows. I will come to you.

But I'm already coming to you, Kyrah.

Let them go, then.

Let's keep this personal, between us.

You know, five years ago the two of you could have

taken on the entire team and won.

If it's a war you want with me, Jack, keep comin'.

- Otherwise, take my offer. -What offer?

I come to you, we work this out in person

or I expose every little secret you have

to the OIG.

What's it gonna be, Jack?

Do you still have that little CIA-seized

private island off the coast of Cartagena?

You know I do.

I'll see you there.

You cooking tonight. The hell I am!

What's wrong with you?

I cooked the last night three nights.

I don't give a shit. I want waffles.

Waffles? We in Bogota.

They got arepas, not waffles.

Waffles! They don't know the difference...

Don't turn around.

Keep the engine off.

How'd you find us?

Are they still your friends, Dad?

Let's find out.

I have a B-E-R-E-T-T-A in my hand.

What does "Beretta" spell?

Let me talk, okay?

If she was only in contact with the two of you,

then one of you shopped us.

Brah! You trippin' hard.

I'd rather be D-E-A-D.

This is rapidly becoming a reality.

Do you guys have Lionel Richie?

Hmm.

It's not funny.

- Not right now. -He is so cute!

Hey, little man, if you want Lionel Richie,

Auntie's gonna put on Lionel Richie for you, okay?

- He doesn't need music. - One song, Dad.

Yeah, come on, Dad, one song.

Doesn't need to be this tense.

Hey, hey, you like Wu-Tang Clan, little man?

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothing to fuck with.

Okay, mon gars,

let me talk to them

and we'll play Lionel Richie later.

It's the booty-boobies song, Dad.

Can you play something else? Just play something else.

- No, I love this song. -Oh, he loves it.

Okay, they'll play it but no singing.

You've been helping her.

How long?

The whole time she's been in the breeze.

When was your last contact with her?

So you haven't heard from her?

She didn't tell you where she was headed?

- No. -Hmm.

Which tells me where she's going.

Where?

Cinder. Solo.

Shit! God!

Why?

It's what she's been doing for years.

Protecting us.

This all yours now, Jack?

Let's just say it's on permanent loan.

Like a pig in mud, right?

Nothing's changed.

Oh, everything's changed.

Can we get the lady one of these?

Hennessy XO, you know, the good stuff.

I feel like you might need it.

The feeling's mutual.

Are we safe here?

There's zero eyes on this place.

I don't know, Auntie. If he found us,

I feel like we should keep moving.

What are you talking about?

We haven't even had this place in rotation that long.

We good. Hmm. Yeah?

Can I get cleaned up?

Up those stairs, spare room at the top.

Thank you.

-I'm hungry, Dad. - You are what?

Come here, nephew, you hungry?

You want big Unc to fix you up some waffles, huh?

If it's okay with your dad.

Yeah.

Yeah, you hear that? He said yes, okay?

Let's get it!

- Yo, yo, yo. We good? - No.

We should get up on the move. That's my vibe.

I don't like standing still, Marvella.

Yeah, but you're being paranoid.

There's no way we got ranged.

He found us.

You trust that? I don't.

I trust you.

Gracias, senor. De nada.

Jack...

I thought this was gonna be a one-on-one thing.

Come on.

If you can't handle me now,

how are you gonna handle me later?

Boys.

I knew you'd come back to me.

I know you so well.

You know my tendencies.

Oh, I do.

Like I know yours.

- You're a bad habit. - Hmm.

I know an even worse one.

I was hoping that would be there.

Down, down!

Get the fuck down!

Now! Now!

Slide 'em!

Right now! Come on, let's go!

Ah, that feels just about...

how you think it would feel being shot that many times.

Thank God for bespoke tailoring.

You'd have probably felt Kevlar

and shot me in the head.

Or maybe not.

Maybe what you wanted to do...

was put one right through my heart.

Symbolic.

Juan, can I get a top-up?

You know, Ombra...

for as good as you once were,

you've fallen off just as fast.

Do you really think I'd let you come in here

and kill me in cold blood?

Can I say I was hopeful?

This is gonna be fun to watch.

Yeah?

I'm changing.

Get up!

Fuck you, Jack!

Where's Ky?

I don't know.

What?

Hey!

Hey, baby.

You good?

Everything's gonna be fine.

Mama's here and Daddy's here.

Okay, mon gars?

Hey!

There he is!

Could you, um...

Could you take the little guy downstairs?

We're not ready yet.

Bye, baby! Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad.

Love you! Love you, too!

I'm so sorry,

I only left because I was trying

to keep you both safe.

I love you.

I'm here now.

I'm here now.

Hey!

Avery!

- Good to see you. - Good to see you as well.

- How you doin'? -Oh, absolutely great.

You fuckin' piece of shit!

Oh, sis, don't even sweat it.

The things I have planned for your treacherous ass.

The moment that these fuckin' cuffs

come off of me, it's your ass.

And you know what, I knew it.

I knew you was playin' me dirty.

Come on, Marvella.

Ain't you tired of fighting for the wrong team?

I am.

I reached out to old, uh, Avery here.

Sorry, "Unc."

And asked him how come we were the same age,

same level of experience,

and he was still sweatin' away his career

doin' low-level skunk work?

Twenty years.

Twenty fucking years,

we have been each other's ride or dies...

and this is what you do? You betray me?

For what?

For what, Avery? Fuckin' money?

Okay, um...

here's the thing.

I kinda wanna kill you in front of your kid.

And I know that sounds harsh, it does.

And in any other instance, it'd be amoral and dead wrong.

But let me just lay out my logic, yeah?

I think you'll understand the why.

I put five long, hard years of sweat into Shadow Force.

Five years.

And you two...

with your deceit and your disloyalty,

you took that from me.

You took the thing I loved most.

Now, Ky, he's what? He's, uh...

He's about five years old, isn't he?

And isn't he the thing that you love most?

So, you see, exchanging you two for him

kinda makes us more or less even.

And you know what?

With your genetics, your pedigree...

I can turn him into a five-star fuckin' recruit.

He can be the future of Shadow Force.

- Jack... - No!

No.

You broke a blood oath.

You swore to uphold an obligation to all of us

on pain of death.

That was the deal!

But you turned the Shadows in on themselves.

You were pitting team member against team member.

You were manipulating us and poisoning us.

Oh, it's easy to frame it that way now.

Isn't it, Ombra?

Then your disloyalty becomes my problem.

What about duty? Honor? Commitment to the unit?

To the unit or to you?

That's what this is about, right?

You and me?

Why can't you just say it, Jack?

You were in love with me.

He knows.

Let me explain how this worked, guys.

When he couldn't have me the way he wanted me...

he started fucking with me the way he thought he could.

Threatening to strip me of my rank...

demote me...

ruin me.

But it didn't work.

Because I don't care about that anymore.

I don't care about you.

About any of you, I care about my family.

I belong...

...to my family.

And I will kill to protect them.

Not you.

And I bet that makes you feel weak.

Right?

So fucking weak.

General Cinder.

Where's the kid?

Oh, he's safe and sound downstairs.

Didn't want him to see this.

See what, you idiot?

Secretary General Cinder...

Hey, pal.

You don't drop that weapon,

I'm gonna show you how fast I can fuck your life up.

Now!

Hey, you two, gun down, hands up.

Move!

Secretary General Cinder,

by order of the Office of the Investigator General,

you are hereby being remanded into our custody

and transferred to NSA Navel Annex Camp Lemonnier,

to await arraignment.

That's good.

You see, there was another two-man group

that was trackin' down Cinder.

Only I didn't tell your dumb ass

because I didn't trust you with shit.

What the fuck is going on?

We're Special Agents with OIG and Justice.

We've been building a criminal case

against you for months.

Sir.

So, you two assholes are now undercover

and arresting your own boss?

We're United States Federal Agents,

and you will comply with our demands.

-Whoa! - Fuck!

Whoa, whoa.

What the hell are you doing? There's no need for that.

Patrick...

if they move...

kill 'em.

There's an Interpol Incident Response Team inbound

as we speak...

to assist this apprehension if need be.

Put those manicured hands up in the air

and get on your fucking knees.

Did you not hear him?

On your knees!

Hey! Down on your motherfucking knees!

Where'd he go?

Cover me!

Bitch!

Move!

Move!

I'll fuck you up!

Where's your gun?

Fucking 45's!

Yo, Parker! Parker!

Come on! What you got?

I got a .45, but its empty.

- I got mag, come on. - Here.

- Where's the kid? - Kid's in the backhouse.

I gotta go for Cinder, can you cover me?

- I got you. - Go! Move!

Move, move, move!

Motherfucker!

- Fuck! -You're fucking dead!

Toss it!

Mag!

Fuck this!

I'm gonna end this right now.

Three, two, one.

- You okay? -Come on!

Get up!

Come on! Get the fuck out of here!

We need to find Ky.

You better run, motherfucker.

Oh, yes!

Hey, nephew.

You were mean to Auntie and Daddy at your house.

You had a gun. You let those bad guys beat up my dad.

No. No, no, no, no, nephew, see, it's all good, okay?

Come on, I'mma take you to your parents.

I'm not supposed to say this, but you're an asshole, Unc.

No, no, see, you got it wrong.

I'm one of the good guys, see? See? Good guy.

I was just pretending to be one of the bad guys, you know?

Just acting like one of 'em. But come on,

I'm gonna take you to your parents, my little...

Fuck!

Fuck!

Ky, don't be worried, okay?

See, Unc's been very, very naughty...

so he's gonna have to take a little nap, okay?

Oh, can you do me a favor?

- Yes, Auntie. - Can you go around the corner?

I'm gonna have an adult chat with Unc, okay?

Can he hear you, Auntie?

Oh, let's see. Can you hear me?

No, he can't hear me.

But he's gonna feel me, okay?

So, go around the corner, go ahead.

All right, thank you.

You chose the wrong motherfucker.

I don't give a fuck

about you no more.

Marvella, wait! All bets are off!

Okay, okay, Auntie.

Let's go!

Smoke check that motherfucker!

This way!

Fuck!

- You okay, mon gars? - Yes.

He's fine. Not a scratch.

That's my hero.

You good?

Not yet.

-We gotta go. - No.

If we let them go they'll be hunting us inside a month.

I'm not gonna live in fear anymore.

I want us to be a family.

You got him?

I got him.

Auntie beat Unc up.

Thats right, baby. And that's why he's

in the bathroom on a timeout.

Baby, you're gonna stay here with Auntie,

'cause Mommy and Daddy have one more thing to do.

We are the hunters now.

We gotta flush him out.

I got a feeling Cinder survived.

I have a feeling they both did.

- What do you got? - Two rounds.

I got one.

Make it count.

Do you think maybe I should get the extra?

- The extra what? - Bullet. Because you have two.

It's not an extra.

- It's mine. - Yeah, but...

I just feel like, you know, maybe because I'm...

You know, I mean, usually I'm the better shot.

- Usually? - Yeah.

Mon Isaac...

No, no, no.

- Don't start with the French. - Pourquoi?

- Just don't miss. - Merci beaucoup.

I'll go this way.

Next up, first dance.

Bride and groom, to the dance floor.

You guys don't mind if I crash this, do you?

Come on, man, suck it up.

You've had blood in your mouth before,

what's the big deal?

Oh, Jesus Christ, woman,

haven't you done enough for one day?

Watch this.

Whoa!

Issac!

- Issac! -Shut up!

- Issac! -Shut up!

Issac!

Issac!

Listen. Please.

Listen. Listen to me please.

I'm begging you, please listen to me.

Listen. Please listen to me. Listen.

Listen.

♪ I'll give you all the joy ♪

♪ My heart and soul can give ♪

♪ Let me hold you ♪

♪ I need to have you near me ♪

♪ And I feel with you ♪

♪ In my arms ♪

♪ This love will last forever ♪

♪ Because I'm truly ♪

♪ Truly in love with you, girl ♪

♪ I'm truly ♪

♪ Head over heels with your love ♪

♪ I need you ♪

♪ And with your love I'm free ♪

♪ And truly ♪

♪ You know you're all right ♪

♪ With me ♪

So, that's really an end to your stint

- as a government contractor? -Yep.

With that piece of shit in jail,

now I'm back on the market.

Professionally and personally.

Why do I get the feeling that

you're calling me from Langley?

Because government buildings are echo-y as shit.

- You know that. - So, I'm right.

What exactly are you doing there?

Shadow Force 2.0.

Only this time, I'm gonna do it better.

You interested?

Only in a little downtime at the moment.

Oh, come on.

Relaxation is overrated.

Besides, everything becomes stale bread after a while.

Then let's talk after a while.

Yeah, I'll talk to you later, okay? Be good.

You too.

- Bye. -Hello, Marvella.

You are looking sharp today.

Thank you for noticing, Parker.

Come on, Parker.

- Bonjour, mon ami. - Bonjour, mon amie, ouais.

Oh.

- Are we gonna sing? -Happy Birthday?

Yes. Yes. We just...

I don't know, I just wanna let him play

for a little longer, okay?

He's having so much fun.

Mrs. Cordero made some sangria.

-Hmm. - I'm gonna grab a glass,

you want one?

What?

♪ To whom it may concern ♪

♪ These are words from my past ♪

♪ Slow down don't read too quick ♪

♪ Let that good feeling last ♪

♪ 'Cause your life and my life ♪

♪ For something more in the world to see ♪

♪ If you're reading this it means that ♪

♪ Oh, I'm still alive ♪

♪ And hanging onto life that you gave me to survive ♪

♪ Oh-oh ♪

♪ Do you believe me when I say ♪

♪ A winner never quits and a quitter never wins ♪

♪ No, no ♪

♪ Too many reasons not to stay ♪

♪ So I'll be the only one when it's all said and done ♪

♪ Down here ♪

♪ I will be the last one standing ♪

♪ I will be the last one standing ♪

♪ I will be the last man standing ♪

♪ The last one standing ♪