All language subtitles for FFA519C9E6DB8519DB4389E6AB0AF712_eng (BOSS LEVEL)

Wakey-wakey! Heads-up.

Shoes. Pants.

Low bridge! Shirt.

On your left. I'll take that.

Block. Slap.

Knife switch.

Rip him. Flip him.

OK. Coffee, anyone?

Can you imagine
waking up every day

with some random asshole
like Mr Good Morning here

trying to hack you up
with a fucking machete?

Seriously.

Arggh!

This might have
been fun for a while.

You're fucking dead!

Once the shock wore off,

once I realised what
the hell was happening,

after nearly 140 times,

it just fucking got annoying

and I want it to stop.

But I know it won't.

You know how people say,

"Oh, I can do that
with my eyes closed,"

and you always think
they sound like assholes?

But... whatever.

Watch.

Sorry, pal! They
think you're me!

As many times as I've seen
this happen to my apartment,

I still can't help but think,
"Fuck! Man, this is a lease."

The landlord is already
an asshole anyway

and I'm never, ever getting
my security deposit back.

It wasn't always like this.

I was happy once. I really was.

I had a woman
that I loved, but...

..now I'm just pissed off.

Ugh!

Ah, shit. Gotta jump.

Arggh!

Ow!

I missed this truck
exactly 22 times before.

You know how it feels

falling four storeys
to the street below?

It fucking hurts
is how it feels.

Mr Man's-Man in
the Challenger here

screams at date-rape
volume every single time.

- I'm being carjacked!
- "I'm being carjacked!"

Yes, you are.

The next set of assholes trying
to kill me are in that minivan.

Could you get through
this traffic, please?

- Don't tell me how to drive.
- I'm not telling you...

Esmerelda the chauffeur and Pam.

You love to argue.

I have no fucking idea

if those are their real names

because I never
stop to say hello.

Now, after the bus, it's pretty
much smooth sailing and I can...

Wait a second.
Did I... Oh, shit.

Did I get to the bus yet?

Nope.

Oh, sweet Jesus!

God?

Don't feel bad for me.

This kinda shit
happens every day.

I used to complain that
every day felt the same

and then May 9th came,

and now every day IS the same.

Ugh, same wake-up scream,

same machete-wielding asshole,

same everything,
with slight variations.

Ohh!

Mother... Ugh!

Oh...

One thing that never changes...

..is I die

every single day.

I die.

Here's a little highlight reel.

Arggh!

Now, truth be told,

I don't even know why
they want to kill me,

or what I've done to
deserve getting killed,

but there's a shit-ton of 'em.

You've met Pam.

She did that to me 14 times

before I finally got
her timing down.

This little angel-faced
asshole is known as Guan Yin.

How do I know her name?

I am Guan Yin.

And Guan Yin has done this.

Her name means
"Goddess of Mercy".

I think she digs irony.

I call this little cocky
motherfucker Kaboom.

What's up, pretty boy?

You fucking weirdo
dwarf. What are you doing?

Oh, I don't like that attitude.

I've given them all nicknames -
Pam, Smiley, the German Twins,

Roy Number Two,
who happens to be

some asshole who
looks exactly like me.

Now, sometimes I
manage to kill them.

But it doesn't matter.

They always find me

and eventually they take me out.

I am Guan Yin.

And Guan Yin has done this.

I don't know how
this is possible

or why I keep
repeating the same day.

I've never had
time to figure it out.

It's a shit show from the
second I open my eyes.

Jemma, the only
woman I've ever loved

and the one person who has
the answers I'm looking for.

Hello.

Uh, I'm looking for
Dr Jemma Wells.

Who's this?

This is her hus...
Um, her boyfriend Roy.

Ah, Captain Roy Pulver,
he of Delta Force fame.

Who's this?

This is Colonel Clive Ventor.

- Jemma's boss.
- Until recently.

Is she around?

Well, no,
unfortunately she's not.

Oh, do you know
when she'll be back?

Now, that is more
of a cosmic question

that I'd have to hand
over to a higher power.

Huh?

She's dead.

What?

Hate to be the
bearer of bad news,

but Miss Wells
took a nasty spill

and snapped her neck last night.

An accident in the
lab, working late,

likely very fatigued.

No.

Can I ask where you are?

- Eins...
- Zwei...

That was no fucking accident.

Drei!

Why is she dead? Who killed her?

I have never lived
long enough to find out.

OK, so where were we?

Oh, yeah, the bus.

Fuck!

Oh, honey, we got
ourselves a cowboy.

I think I'm gonna have
to get serious here.

The fuck?

Fuck me!

Oh! Fuck!

Nah, I think they deserved it.

Hey, Roy!

Hey, Jake.

Whoa. You look like
death taking a dump.

- What happened to you?
- I just woke up wrong.

- I'm fine, Jake.
- Alright.

Happens all the time.

Can I get a large bottle
of that baijiu, please?

You know what, Jake?

- Make it two large bottles.
- Two! Jesus Christ.

Hear ye, hear ye,
Sir Osis of Liver!

I'm just kidding.

Alcoholics
Unanimous, am I right?

You only got today, right, Jake?

'Cause tomorrow
isn't guaranteed.

Fuckin'-A, pal. Fuckin'-A.

This kid is all
about the shutdown.

How can you drink like that?

Ohh!

How can you not?

You know, a lot of expert
internal security pundits -

and, mind you, I'm one of them -

think that the next 9/11
will target our distilled spirits.

Now, you have got a country
with a rate of alcoholism

and binge drinking somewhere
in the 38th percentile,

so should you
wipe out en masse...

This douchebag's named Dave.

Dave is a security specialist
for some private firm

and it doesn't matter
what my answer is

to him asking, "How
can you drink like that?"

he always launches into this
exact same fucking speech.

I know what he's
gonna say word for word.

I know everything
that's gonna happen

from the second I walk in.

At 11:05, this famous

Chinese swordfighter comes in.

She was a 12-time
world champion.

Holy shit! Dai Feng.

Roy, you know she's
one of the most famous...

Wudang Chinese sword masters?

12-time...
- World champion.

- Have I told you about her?
- A hundred times.

- Really? I don't remember.
- I do.

Pedro, clear a
table for Sifu Feng.

Hi. Please sit.

Sifu Feng here is the
reason I have to bust my ass

to get to the bar every day.

If I get here any
later than 11:00,

she takes the
last seat at the bar.

Oh, shit.

She just stared at me.

Have you ever been with a woman?

Excuse me?

Have you ever been with a woman?

Think I'm catching a fish,
if you know what I mean.

I think you have a better chance

of growing a penis on
your forehead, Jake.

At around noon...

OK, I... I feel a little bit
bad about this next thing.

I just love seeing him wipe out.

I'm sorry. I know I
should probably warn him.

But it's just so fucking funny

and it's not like I got a lot
to laugh about these days.

You can't file
workman's comp, Pedro!

No-one will believe you!

At 12:20, Dave the pantload
finally goes back to work.

You better hope the
terrorists don't decide

to start poisoning the
world's baijiu supply, Roy!

But not before delivering
that little gut-buster.

- Too much.
- Sit down, Dave.

Excuse me?

I wanna tell you a story.

Whoa! OK, I'm bombed today.

Little twist on the war story.

I start talking about
the other times I've died

when I've had too much to drink.

You ever been shot
in the face, Dave?

Huh?

I was shot in the face.

And a funny thing happened
to me right before I died.

This was a while back now.

I think it was a .45 ACP round.

Enters here, clean.

Bullet winds up in my
mouth, almost intact,

and I remember tasting steak.

Yeah, like a really,
really good rib eye.

Mmm!

And it wasn't only
until much later

when I was alive again

I said, "Shit...

"That was my tongue being
cooked by the heat of the bullet."

That's what I tasted, my tongue.

You believe that shit?
That's fucking wild.

That is a true story, Dave.

Good stuff, buddy.

Ever thought about
getting a sober coach?

Copy that.

At exactly 12:47...

Let me get to that in a second.

But say a quarter till,

I've usually got a
really, really good buzz

and I'm feeling fucking good.

You see, as long as
I make it to this bar,

I can drink until they find me.

I can get absolutely
shit-faced...

..and not feel a thing.

12:47 pm.

I've never, not once,

made it a minute
past this point.

Why do I let it happen?

Why not?

'Cause outside of this bar,

no matter what direction I run
and no matter how hard I fight,

I have never lived
past 12:47 pm.

They always get me.

Bunch of assholes I've never met

killing me for reasons
that remain a mystery.

And she's dead, my girl.

Gone in a moment further
back than I can ever go,

stuck here in the death
loop of a never-ending day.

I know I can't keep
drinking my way through it...

..not when every
day ends like this.

I need a plan now. I need
to make somebody pay.

They have an army.

All I have is time.

Yesterday was months ago.

Great.

Yep, that's good.

Guys, um, can you give
me a second, please?

Sure.

My God, woman.

Look at you.

- Hi.
- Hey.

So have you developed

some allergic
reaction to the phones?

No, no, I just got back.

My cell phone was shut off,

and I didn't get a chance to
square away my landline, so...

- So they shut that off too?
- Eh, yeah.

I mean, it's really just luck

that you got in
touch with me at all.

Oh, yeah! Luck, yeah.

The amount of luck it
took to find you in the bar

at the bottom of your
apartment building.

What were the odds?

Well, hello there, sarcasm.
How you been, stranger?

Haven't heard
from you in a while.

What's that?

I brought a résumé.

But the printer I used
was kind of low on ink

so the Delta Force
section is hard to read.

Shh.

- Is that gonna hurt my chances?
- Ehh.

- Come here.
- Hmm?

They, uh, wear uniforms here.

- Security, so...
- Oh, very cool, yeah.

- So I need to just...
- I mean, it's not those...

Whoa!

Those maroon things,
like mall security?

'Cause I can't rock that look.

Maroon? Like... my dress?

No, not like your dress
because that would be sexy.

- No, I'm just saying.
- Fine.

Anyway, I...

What's the salary here anyway?

Have any idea?

And is there a medical copay?

Because I have a pre-existing,

you know, with the combat stuff.

Hey, what do you do
here? It looks really... big.

Been working on it a while?

Just long enough, I hope.

What is that thing anyway?

That's five years'
worth of sleepless nights

and round-the-clock research.

And it means more to me
than you can possibly imagine.

What does it do?

- What's it do?
- Mm.

Unmakes all of time and space...

..and destroys the planet in
its entirety, if improperly used.

No shit.

Wait. Like, doomsday destroy?

Well, you must

be really stressed!

Mm-hm.

Wow. Look at Joe.

Jesus, he's getting
so big, Jemma.

Hey, you mind
if I swap this out?

- Huh?
- This... this picture.

You got another one of these?

Oh, yeah, sure, you can
take it. What's your weight?

Uh...

I'm doing... I'm doing a special
paleo thing, so it's, like, 175.

Still drinking?

- Yeah.
- I'll put 180.

180.

Have you thought
about telling him?

It would mean a lot to me
if we could tell him, Jemma.

Honestly, what would he gain?

You've been absent
most of his life.

Why do you gotta
say it like that,

like it wouldn't be worth it

if I got to know
him now, you know?

My work took me
away from you guys.

- Your work?
- Yeah.

Your work?

You loved that life a lot more

than you loved the idea
of sharing one with us.

Getting shot at is
way more exciting

than diapers and minivans.

Right, right, right, there's
your go-to argument,

and you know that.

I'm just an asshole who didn't
wanna stick around, right?

What does it matter
anymore, Roy?

I mean, we've both moved
on, we've made our decision,

and Joe adores you anyway.

- He adores me?
- Yeah.

Well, what'd he say about me?

What do you want, Roy?

I lost you, OK?

I know that I blew it. I
made my peace with it.

Please don't let that
happen with my son.

That's all I'm asking.

He's our boy, Jemma.

- Dr Wells.
- Just a minute.

Oh, sorry, Brett.

Uh, this is Roy. Roy, Brett.

Brett's head of
security here at Dynow.

Your office is in a
restricted area, Dr Wells,

and is therefore off-limits.

I made it clear to the colonel

that I would accept visitors
when I deemed it appropriate.

I was just dropping
off my résumé, big guy.

It's all good.

Well, we're not hiring
right now, Captain Pulver.

Tell him I'll be
there in a moment.

The colonel's waiting.

What a dick.

I thought you said
you were hiring.

They are. We are.

I am.

What are you talking about?

It's a very specific
security detail.

Black bag stuff, like, covert?

Beyond.

Really?

When do I start?

Sooner than you think.

I read the man's résumé
and I see cause for concern.

He doesn't look like much.

Well, no-one ever
notices the housefly

till he fucks up a good
bowl of soup, Brett.

There's something I
don't like about him.

He has that... trait.

What trait is that?

The overachiever who makes up

for a lack of
talent with hustle.

The guy in the playground
I grew up hating.

Vet his service history.

If it's accurate, I want
him tracked and monitored.

If he becomes problematic,
we'll deal with him.

And, uh, reach outside
the normal ranks -

no-one that could
connect back to us.

The more random
the assets, the better.

Find some real freaks.

OK, I'm gonna get out of here,

grab a little vino,
maybe some...

- Just let me fix your hair.
- Ow, ow, Jemma!

I'm bleeding.

Did you get my
birthday present, Roy?

What are you doing here?

- You're acting so weird.
- Did you get it, the present?

- I sent it to you.
- I don't know.

- I haven't checked.
- Well, please do.

I sent it a few days ago.

I will. Of course I will.

Dr Wells, could I see
you for a moment?

I'm going to the hospital first.

Be there in a moment, Colonel.

You drew blood.

Listen to me now, Roy.

OK, look, I know we haven't
seen much of each other lately,

and I know we've gone
down very different paths.

I know, but when I was...

It's important you
listen! Just listen!

Alright, you talk,
you talk, you talk.

OK. I've forgotten
how trying this can be.

OK. Now, I see a
lot of you in Joe. I do.

His determination,

his willingness to
succeed no matter what.

He has some of
your best qualities.

He does.

But he also has your selfishness

and your ability to just
disappear when it suits...

Just when I thought we
were turning a corner.

- ..and run from responsibility.
- OK, alright.

What do you want from
me? Just tell me, just tell me.

I want the man I fell in
love with a long time ago,

the one who gave me a son,

the strong, confident
version of you,

not the Roy who's out
every night getting hammered

and banging a different bimbo.

Remember this - Osiris.

- Osiris.
- OK.

Whoa.

Look. It's Roid and Rage.

You know, carbohydrates
are not your friend, fellas.

Dr Wells, are you well?

Yes.

Does cigar smoke bother you?

No, not at all.

The Spindle.

Well, we're experiencing a
minor delay at the moment.

Define 'minor'.

A week, two weeks at the most.

And why?

R&D is never an exact science.

And yet that's exactly what
we're after - exact science.

Your, uh, friend,
Captain Pulver.

Yes, he dropped off a résumé.

And whatever possessed him?

Well, I may have
mentioned, in passing,

the military presence
here at the lab.

And whatever possessed you?

The security
protocols of this facility

should not be the
subject of pillow talk.

I can assure you they're not.

Roy and I are not in...

You are the mother
of his child, no?

Huh.

Please, please, sit down.
Make yourself comfortable.

I don't want this to seem
like an interrogation.

I'm not one for long stories.

I'm someone who's always
appreciated brevity in any form.

The shorter, the better.

However, I do have one
story that I've told and retold,

and it's a story that I would
like to share with you now,

if you'll indulge me.

Oh. I happen to
like long stories.

Well, good. Then
we're both in luck.

So, Burma 1979.

I was doing skunk
work for the CIA,

smuggling enough
opium into the country

to backstop a very
bloody military coup

that we would eventually
stage a decade later.

This is all mostly
declassified, mostly.

At any rate, I find myself in
the jungle outside Rangoon,

sniping soldiers from
the KNU Liberation Front

in a three-day running firefight

that had cost me my entire team.

So there I am, on the
verge of being overrun

by a bunch of
machete-wielding rebels

who have terrible attitudes
and even worse hygiene,

and all I have is a Remington
Buckmaster with a shot-out scope

and 36 sleepless hours in
which to squeeze out a win.

Huh!

And then I hear it.

This piercing squeal,

like a steam whistle.

A wild boar.

Make you piss your pants.

The sound alone was enough
to make the rebels scatter.

No-one wants to
fuck with the tusks.

So now this son of a
bitch gets a sniff of me

and comes at me straightaway.

Now, I'd rather put a bullet
in 10 men than kill an animal,

but before I'm even presented
with the do-or-die of it all,

an 18-foot Burmese python
comes down from a banyan tree

and wraps up this raging
hog like a Christmas ham.

Huh! I've never
seen anything like it.

And for the next few
hours, I watch in wonder

as this snake slowly
suffocates and devours this pig.

It was oddly quiet so I
could hear everything,

the boar's bones snapping,

the bellows-like wheeze
as its lungs collapsed

that made it sound like
the snake was laughing.

It remains the
most awe-inspiring

act of violence I
have ever seen.

But what struck me most,

even as the python
extended its jaws

a full two feet to
devour its prey...

..was the calm and
calculation in its eyes.

And it wasn't till later

when it finally
moved its midsection,

now distended with
the outline of that boar,

that I saw a dozen eggs.

Python eggs.

That boar was about
to trample its nest.

So what I had first perceived
as an act of aggression

was actually an act of love.

The snake killing the
boar not out of malice,

but out of necessity

to prevent its future
from being obliterated.

Hmm.

I enjoyed that story.

Oh, and I enjoy telling
it. I also thought it apt.

How so?

No more visitors to the lab.

No ex-boyfriends, old flames,

or shadowy figures
from the past.

If there's a delay in the work,

I want to be apprised
of it posthaste, yes?

Of course.

Thank you, Doctor.
That's wonderful.

Do watch your step.

You want another one?

Mm, another one of what?

Hey?

You are sweet.

So how long have you
two known each other?

Oh, we only met today.

He is my newest best friend.

Yes, I am.

Alice is a dental hygienist.

Which is weird 'cause
I totally hate teeth.

I mean, just the texture
of them grosses me out.

Then a career in
dentistry seems...

Like the last thing
I should be doing?

Yeah, I know, I know.

But, you know, I'm...
I'm all about a challenge.

I like to, like, push myself
out of my comfort zone.

It's the only way
to grow, really.

So true.

So pretty. Isn't he pretty?

Mmm.

How long have you
guys known each other?

Oh, Gabrielle?

For as long as I've
been drinking in this bar.

Since he got back from overseas.

Oh, danger! Do tell.

Oh, ladies, there's really
almost nothing to tell.

Then tell us almost nothing.

Mm! But can you wait?

'Cause... I gotta pee.

Oh, my God. Hold
that. I'll be right back.

You should take her home, Roy.

You should take her home.

You're about to ask,

"Why not take you
home too, Gabrielle?"

And I'll say...

.. "Maybe another night."

I'm starting to wear you down.

We'd have fun, Roy,
but we'll never be in love.

Oh, love!

- No.
- Why?

- Why?
- Yeah.

Because you're still in love...

..with someone else.

It's in your eyes.

In the sadness I see there.

There is a woman you
long for, but it's not me.

And it's not our
lovely hygienist.

Bar, hello. Yeah.

It's for you.

Who the hell's calling me now?

I don't know.

Hello?

Roy, can you hear me?

Jemma? What...

Are you still at the
lab? It's almost 3 am.

Jemma, you OK?

- You alright?
- Yeah, I'm fine, but...

What's going on? Listen...

Yeah, listen to me.

I think I might have to
do something drastic,

and if anything happens,

promise me you'll
do what you do...

I can't... I can't hear you.

I'm gonna need your help.

Wait, wait. What's
going on? Are you OK?

I can't explain it right now.

But you wouldn't
understand anyway.

Hey, I think I lost you.

Jemma, call me back, OK?

Who was that?

It was my ex and she was...

She sounded pretty worked up.

It seems our dear
doctor has gone rogue.

Find her.

What did I miss?

Oh, hi.

Well, you know, we
were talking about

the hottest people
on the planet.

- Naturally, your name came up.
- Oh!

I should've tried
to call Jemma back,

but I was drunk and horny
and I didn't give a shit.

I didn't know how
important it was.

I didn't know it
would be the last time

that I'd ever hear her voice.

Some things you can't redo.

And some things you're
forced to do over and over again.

I know this whole
thing leads back to her.

I just have no idea what
this whole thing actually is.

Did you get my
birthday present, Roy?

Did you get it, the present?

I don't know. I haven't checked.

Well, please do. I
sent it a few days ago.

Remember this - Osiris.

"Happy birthday, Roy!

"May you always
live your life forward

"and always remember,
time waits for no man.

"XOX..."

Ohh!

Fuck me!

Let's do that again.

I'm being carjacked!

Fuck!

Come on, come on. Let's go!

Dude, die already. Goddamn it.

He's in my way!

About fucking time.

- I'm being...!
- Arggh!

Don't read and drive, moron.

Hah!

How did I never notice this?

Shit. I missed the exit
to the Chinese restaurant

and the last time I
went anywhere else,

it ended up really bad.

I call this guy Smiley,
for obvious reasons.

At least getting shot is
simple, straightforward stuff.

Whoo-hoo! Yeah, get some!

Who the hell thinks
up shit like this?

Whoo-hoo! Get some!

All I've been doing is running
from my life this entire time.

Now I've got my first real clue

to what the fuck might
be happening to me.

All I need now is a little
ceasefire and somewhere quiet

where I can get
some reading done.

"Osiris and Isis were
devoted husband and wife."

Blah, blah.

"She was an Egyptian
high priestess,

"ideal mother and wife,

"protector of the dead,

"skilled in all magical spells

"for transport through
the afterlife and beyond."

"Osiris was eventually
dismembered into 14 parts

"and scattered across
Egypt by his enemy."

What the fuck kind of
birthday present is this?

Happy birthday, Roy.

May you always
live your life forward.

And remember,
time waits for no man.

Joe.

What the hell's he doing?

Shit.

He doesn't know his mom is
gone and he's all alone now...

..that I'm the only
family he has left.

How you doing, pal?

$10 entry, brojam.

$5 per round,
double elimination.

What, uh... what do
you got going here?

Pop-up eSport tourney.

- What is that?
- Competitive video gaming.

We do mostly retro
'80s-based side-scrollers -

'Double Dragon', 'Altered
Beast', 'Street Fighter'.

We're purists, bro,

dedicated to video
game's golden age.

Analog or death.
8-bit is the shit.

How old are you?

The big 4-1. Life creeps up.

- 41?
- Yeah.

You got a son here somewhere?

I'm childless by choice, bro.

Whose choice?

Keep it.

Joe, yo! Hey.

Hey, bud.

Roy, hey. What's up?

Look at you! You
shot way up, huh?

I think you were,
like, maybe yea high

the last time I saw you.

- I didn't know you were a gamer.
- Oh, I am not a gamer.

Then what are you doing here?

Actually, I was gonna ask
you the same question, buddy.

Isn't it a school day?

I ditched.

Come on, buddy. You
can do better than this.

Well, I couldn't not come.

These are, like, my
favourite vintage video games,

and Mom would be really
mad if she knew I was here.

Mom would be really
mad. I'll tell you what.

I won't rat you out if
you tell me one thing.

OK.

What did you buy

from that boy
upstairs, the older boy?

I didn't buy anything.

Joe, I saw you.

- Oh!
- "Oh!"

It's an RPG card game.
I traded it with that kid.

You can be, like, all
these different assassins

and mercenaries and stuff.

- It's really cool.
- I bet it is.

So this is what
you got from him?

Mm-hm. What, did you think I
was buying drugs or something?

Or something.

I just turned 11. I
can't do that stuff.

You can't do that
stuff ever, pal, OK?

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Alright. Let's go
get some lunch.

We can come back,
OK? I wanna talk to you.

- OK.
- Alright?

The screen is broken anyway.

Oh, pfft. Piece
of junk. Come on.

- You hungry, bud?
- Yeah.

Yeah? What's
your favourite food?

- Pizza.
- Pizza?

- Mm-hm.
- We can get some pizza.

- What about sushi?
- I don't like sushi.

- You don't?
- No.

How come?

- 'Cause it's sushi.
- Oh, that makes sense.

I have to tell him now,

tell him that his mother
is gone, tell him that...

..he's never gonna see
her again, tell him that...

You know, Mom
says you're a bad-ass.

A bad-ass? She says that?

Well, she doesn't use that word,

but she says you're, like, a
SEAL team guy or something,

like, a soldier.

Mom talks about me?

Yeah, she mentions you a lot.

A lot?

Hey, are you like that
guy, the one from 'Taken',

who has a "particular
set of skills"?

- Liam Neeson?
- Yeah.

No. He's kind of
a fake tough guy.

- But, yeah, I'm the real guy.
- Really?

I'm not kidding you. That's me.

Oh, that's so cool.

Hey, Joe.

I gotta tell you something, bud,

and it's gonna be
pretty hard to hear, OK?

I don't have an
easy way to say this.

12:50.

Three minutes longer
than I've ever lived.

How?

The inside is all metal.

Then I went below ground.

They're tracking me.

What did you wanna tell me, Roy?

Joe...

..I'm your father.

In all that fear, I saw
my son's love for me

for a split second

and it was beautiful.

Please, please let
this death be the last.

Motherfucker!

- How are you tracking me?
- Oh! Fuck you!

Fuck me? Where's the device?!

- Up your ass!
- Oh, you're full of ideas.

Ugh!

Fuck off.

OK, fuck off.

Hey, buddy!

OK. When you gotta
go, you gotta go.

Where's this tracker?

I know it's here.

Where is this thing?

Fuck...

Pedro, you wanna help me look?

And then I said,

"I will see your
counterintelligence expert

"and raise you

"a counter-surveillance
specialist, my friend."

You should have seen
the look on his face.

Dude, you're crazy!

- Dave.
- Hey, Roy.

Hey. Sorry to interrupt.

No, I was just telling Chef
Jake about this loudmouth...

Got it, great. Dave, you know
anything about tracking devices?

I don't know anything
about that kind of thing, Roy.

I know everything about
that kind of thing! Hah!

What are we talking?
Traditional transponder?

The kind you put on a person.

A body-based or an
implantable device?

What's better if you
don't want the person

to know they're being tracked?

Well, an implantable
version is loads more reliable.

A body-based device would
be attached to clothing...

Where do you implant
it? Where would you do it?

Most people think
subcutaneously,

just underneath the skin...

Dave, where would you put it?

- Oh, you mean me personally?
- You personally.

Ha-ha! A Dave special.

- What is that stupid face, Dave?
- Hm?

Yeah, yeah.

He gets it. The
teeth, Roy. The teeth!

Ideally, a molar.

You gotta be shitting me.

You look so handsome
with the mask on.

You have nothing to worry about.

Just keep breathing deeply.

It'll all be over soon.

So your mouth acts
as a natural transmitter.

- Dave?
- Yes?

Would you be able
to look at a tooth

and detect if there was
a tracking device in it?

I mean, not while it's
inside someone's mouth.

If that tooth were removed,
I could possibly check it out.

Jake, large bottle of baijiu
and a pair of pliers now.

No, no, no!

Oh, goddamn this shit!

Don't worry, Dave.
It'll grow back.

Have you lost your mind?!
No, you need some damn help!

You're being so helpful.
What do you think?

- No.
- You sure?

- I'm positive!
- What time is it?

- Shit. It is 12:45.
- Oh, shit. We got two minutes.

No, it's time for you
to stop snatching

your damn teeth
out of your mouth!

Are you crazy?

Oh, fuck this shit!

Oh, no, no, no! Oh, God!

Shit! I should've stayed
my black ass home.

- Look!
- Oh, no! No!

Look!

- Oh, my God.
- Yeah? What?

Yeah, that tooth, mm-hm.

There's an irregularity
in that tooth.

- There is?
- Yeah.

Oh, my God. I would
need to see inside of it.

- Roy?
- Yeah.

- Carefully, OK?
- Yeah.

Careful.

No! No! That's not careful!

Ohh!

You son of a bitch.

- Oh, my God. Roy?
- Uh-huh?

Someone paid a lot of
money to keep track of you.

- They did?
- Yeah.

A whole lot. I've never...

I'll see you soon, Dave.

Who did it?! Who put
the tracker in my mouth?

- Who did it?
- A guy called Brett.

Mr Frat Boy, fake-baked, bald,

400-pound,
I-dye-my-beard-hair black

douchebag head
of Dynow security.

Alright.

I'm gonna punch a giant
fucking hole in his chest.

- What's up, dog?
- Jake.

I need a large bottle of
baijiu and a pair of pliers now.

I have died 144
times as of today.

But this particular day,

I finally get to do
something about it.

Drop it.

What, the tooth?

No, not the tooth.

I'm not dropping it.

Well, it drops or you drop.

This is a custom
handmade Walther PPK

that cost me nearly half a
million dollars at auction.

You bought a handgun
for half a million dollars?

And had my personal
pistolsmith fit it

with a vintage SD-22
SpielWaffen suppressor,

of which there
are six in the world,

for an additional $250,000.

750,000 bucks?

Correct.

Why in the fuck, Pam, would
you ever do something like that?

Pam?

Well, I never got your
name so I just call you Pam.

- We've met?
- Many, many times, in passing.

Let me see it.

Slow.

Hold it by the trigger guard.

Handle it as if it were
porcelain, please.

Soft as a whisper.

A.H.?

Adolf, Hitler.

Qué?

It was a personal
gift from Carl Walther.

Hitler kept it in
his desk in Munich.

You've been killing me

with fuckin' Hitler's
gun this whole time?

It was stolen by an
American serviceman in 1945.

- Jesus, what is wrong with you?
- Fast-forward to present day...

I didn't think this
could get any worse.

- ..a very pretty penny.
- And it has.

- Who sent you?
- Wouldn't you like to know.

- Hint, hint?
- Never.

Are you gonna kill me now?

No, Pam, I'm gonna shoot you.

That's for the Jews.

Those too.

Oh, get some! Come on, boy!

Get some!

Jemma put me here on purpose.

I don't know how,
I don't know why.

But there's gotta
be a good reason.

Shit, there's gotta
be a great one.

Look.

You lost your
phone, little fella.

But she's gone.

I can't get back far
enough to reach her,

so none of this matters now.

There's only one real
piece of business left.

Revenge.

Things are getting warm now.

Did you eliminate the asset?

You mean assets, plural.

- Marshall?
- Hello, Brett.

Don't ask who this is 'cause
you know exactly who it is.

- Where's Marshall?
- Who's that, bomb boy?

The one I call Kaboom?

Well, he's at a big company
barbecue at the moment.

We're only missing two members -

you and the shithead
calling the shots.

You assume there's
someone above me.

You're a lapdog, pal, so
there's gotta be a leash.

I want who's holding it.

I want who killed Jemma.

I think it's Ventor.

Well, you know
where we are, hotshot.

Yeah, and I know
how to get there.

I'll see you in a
minute, motherfucker.

I'm guessing the big boss
man has a penthouse view,

but I'm about sick to death
of all the sneaky, stealth,

behind-the-scenes bullshit.

Let's go old-school

and just kick the
fucking front door down.

That was a good plan.

I'm gonna gouge his eyes out.

Halt! Halt! Halt!

Fall back!

I can do this all day, dick.

Hello, Roy Number Two.

Goodbye, Roy Number Two.

Go ahead.

Yeah, go ahead.

Roy Number Two was unarmed,

and I'm positive I'm not getting
a weapon past these guys.

Sir?

Oh, yeah, sorry.

Got the... card here.

Just gonna...

Access denied.

Oh, that's, uh...

It must be me.

- What's up?
- Access denied.

- Hi, Roy.
- Ugh!

So do I do a Butch and Sundance

blaze-of-glory bit here?

Nah.

Never say die.

That was weird.

You big motherfucker!

Oh, fuck.

Arggh!

Hello, handsome!

You cut my head off
a couple dozen times.

Someone's been the
busiest little beaver.

What are you gonna do with that?

I was thinking
about fucking you up.

You remember in
'Raiders', that asshole

who was twirling a
sword around and around,

thinking he was
all cool and shit?

Indy just shot him 'cause
he was exhausted, impatient,

and just couldn't take
the bullshit anymore.

- You remember that?
- Yeah.

- Fuck!
- Huh!

Arggh!

Something you might not know

about getting
killed with a sword -

with the exception
of attempt number 15,

getting killed with a sword
hurts worse than a gunshot.

Another lesser known
fact about swords.

They hurt a hell of a
lot more coming out.

Fun fact.

Harrison Ford had the shits

and that's why he shot that guy.

I am Guan Yin.

And Guan Yin has done this.

- Hyah!
- Ooh!

I am Guan Yin.

And Guan Yin has done this.

I am Guan Yin.

And Guan Yin has done this.

I'm Guan Yin and
I have done this.

And this isn't
even the worst part.

This is.

Ventor.

The man who killed Jemma.

The same bozo that's had
me killed 150 fucking times.

Captain, as first
impressions go,

this is truly stand-out stuff.

How you were able to
dispatch the elite level

of high-speed
professionals we threw at you

is really remarkable.

You should be
pleased with the effort

regardless of its outcome.

As someone who bears the
same fraternal scars of battle,

I hope that this
defeat, however bitter,

holds some solace.

He must have that
bullshit memorised

because it's
word-for-fucking-word

and the same every
single fucking time.

In all the men I've
watched die and laid to rest,

and there are multitudes,

I see a singularity.

It's in the eyes.

Their gaze is identical
in this moment.

Remorse, regret.

"What could I have done?

"What didn't I do?"

All our best intentions left to
bleed out with the rest of us.

But what if we could
remake our world whole

and erase our mistakes?

What if the ability to
rewrite history was real?

Adolf Hitler, Pearl Harbor...

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

I've never lived past this point

so all this crap is new.

..in whose hands
would you entrust a tool

as powerful as
the Osiris Spindle?

I have your answer, Captain.

Mine.

A man brought to heel by
the brunt of human misery,

a man who understands,
as you do, the horrors of war.

Who better to oversee
and implement such a tool?

Exactly.

I am sorry about Dr Wells.

She took us as far as her
flawed ideology allowed her.

Sweet girl.

Blood on your hands

is what you wanted when
you came here, Captain,

and blood is what you have.

Just not mine.

Oh! That's really sharp.

There's not even any
blood on it. Is it a katana?

Katana? That's Japanese.
It's a Chinese sword.

Let's not make this
about race. It's a sword.

Brett, um, just...

I know three things now.

One - I'm gonna fuck that
guy up next time I see him.

Two - whatever I'm stuck in
is called the Osiris Spindle.

And three - Ventor has
no idea that it's working.

But somehow Jemma
put me inside this thing

and started it up, but why?

"She resurrected her
dead husband Osiris.

"Osiris became
lord of the dead...

"..and the afterlife."

I'm Osiris.

Jemma put me in the
Spindle to stop them,

to stop Ventor.

She needs me to keep
repeating this day until I do.

She had... she had faith.

Son of a bitch. She
still believed in me.

She knew I could beat him.

Hi.

I need to know how
to fight with a sword.

I have no idea
what you just said.

Oh... OK.

I need to learn how
to fight with a sword.

There is something

intriguing about
you that I like.

I'm flying home to
Shanghai in the morning.

I would only have a day.

I think we can get
a lot done in a day.

I'm a beginner, but
I'm a quick learner.

It is the one who wields it
that makes it a weapon, Roy.

That sword is no more
an extension of you

than a set of car keys.

I've had some training,
but I'm willing to work hard.

In lesser hands,

the jian blade is just a
flimsy piece of forged steel.

But within the most
determined grip

and under the keenest eyes,

it becomes a
weapon of annihilation.

I've had a very good teacher,
but I need to learn more.

Hello, handsome.

Are you surrendering?

Mmm.

Hmm-hmm-hmm.

You're not really gonna fight
me with a sword, are you?

I do like your confidence.

Normally, I'm a
little more chatty.

I do have one thing to say.

I think it'll wait.

Shit's about to get steel.

Huh!

Motherfucker.

Hmm.

No!

Ugh...

Ohh!

What I wanted to say was

I am Roy and Roy has done this.

Ugh!

Wha... Wow.

Brett?

I smell muffins. Do
you smell muffins?

Ugh!

I'll just, uh, walk it off.

Now I'm blind.

Looks like a 400-pound unicorn.

You slippery son of a bi...

You gonna go for that gun?

I am not.

- Do you know why?
- No.

Because I'm gonna
get great satisfaction

beating the shit out of you.

Arggh!

How? How?

How do you think?

The Spindle. She activated it.

Jemma. She put me inside, pal.

She put me inside to stop you.

- Then you killed her...
- Ow!

..'cause she knew
what you were, Ventor.

A wannabe dictator
bent on a worldwide redo.

Fucking liberals.

Before she launched
her little Hail Mary,

did she bother to mention
that the Spindle reaction,

if maintained too long, could
destroy the entire planet?

Don't worry, dickhead,
the world comes to an end,

you won't be around to see it.

The Spindle gives
us the power of God

to re-create our whole
world, minus the tragedy.

Adolf Hitler, 9/11...

Shut up with this
bullshit speech.

The past is the past, Ventor.

It's designed to be left behind.

We live and we learn from it.

And this from an absentee
husband and failed father.

I would've thought you'd have

more than a passing
interest in redoing things.

What about your son?

- My son?
- Young Joe, isn't it?

If you've come all
this way to kill me,

well, then who's saving him?

I never thought Joe
would be in danger.

I never thought
in a million years

that they'd ever target him.

I'll kill Ventor and every
one of those motherfuckers

a thousand times
if they hurt that kid.

Sir, sir! Behind
the barricade, sir.

You can't go that way, sir!

Hey, pal, I need you
behind the barricade. Pal!

How many times
have I let him die?

- My son!
- You need to...

Get off me!

My son!

No!

That's my son! I
didn't save my son!

No! No!

And there it is.

The end of the world.

Why not?

Mine's already over.

I can feel it.

Not just death, but
being unravelled.

Every part of me
splits and splits again,

along with everything else.

There's nowhere left to run,

and the one person
who could help is dead.

So what if I avenged her?

I'm... I'm the one
that killed her.

Not Ventor. Me. I did it.

I killed her when I ran
from my relationship.

I killed her when I ran
from raising our son.

I killed her when I
didn't call her back.

I'm the reason she's gone.

I'm the reason Joe's gone.

I'm the reason the world ends.

What the hell's the point?

Why the hell should
I even bother trying?

Nothing will ever matter again.

Not when you've lost
everything you've loved.

Not when you're responsible

for the loss of all
human life as we know it.

Nice job, asshole.

Can't you ever let me

sleep in just once?!

So this is it, then?

This is it, huh?

You're just gonna feel
sorry for yourself forever,

day in, day out?

You're not gonna
do a goddamn thing,

even if there isn't a
goddamn thing you can do?

No.

You are.

You're gonna do something.

Time means nothing now.

It's no longer
counting against you.

I'm being car...!

You never got to know your son,

so if that's all that's left...

..it's more than
you ever deserved.

Hey, Joe!

Roy, what are you doing
here? What happened to you?

Eh, I fell off a building.

Skipping school?

Let me guess. Pop-up
eSport tournament?

How'd you know?

Where do you think I'm going?

- You're a gamer?
- Absolutely I'm a gamer.

I knew you were on your
Xbox every time I came over,

but I didn't wanna blow it
with your mom, you know?

Yeah.

I'm into, like, the old '80s

vintage side-scroller games

like 'Altered Beast'
and 'Double Dragon'.

- 'Street Fighter'?
- That's my favourite.

Mine too.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I like the new stuff
too, though. Uh...

Hey, Roy, you think Mom will
be pissed that I bailed on school?

You know what?

She'll be pissed.

But I'm gonna cover for you, OK?

- OK.
- No more skipping school.

- Cool?
- Cool.

Cool?

Cool.

Let's go play some
'Street Fighter'.

- Fight!
- You're gonna die.

- No, you're gonna die.
- Yeah?

You're gonna die and fail.

- Oh!
- Oh, my bad.

Oh, but I'm still alive!

This game is so old.

What's it called? 'Glaca'?

- This game is broken.
- No, it's 'Galaga'. 'Galaga'.

Right in your face! Hey!

- What?
- I still won!

I got it.

Ooh!

KO!

You win!

Why do you like
this game so much?

Well, there's a lot of
people that chase you

and you get to kill them.

- That was a power boost.
- That was a cool... arugula.

- Was that the arugula?
- 'Hadouken'!

- Hadouken!
- Duking again!

Hadouken!

- How did you...
- Hadouken.

You win!

This is where it gets hard.

Yeah, get the
girl, get the girl.

Get her?

Ohh...

Tell you what.

Let me show you how it's done.

Man, these guys keep coming.

You have no idea.

I'm not worried about it.

For a kid who
doesn't go to school

that much, you're pretty smart.

- I have my ways.
- Yeah.

You beat me again!

I'm pretty much the master!

All the years of
this that I missed...

I want it all back.

He has Jemma's looks,

her smarts, her sense of humour.

Thank God.

Then I see that kid laugh
and I see myself, just a flash.

To see my own face
smiling back at me, it just...

It breaks my heart.

I could do this forever,
and I just might.

We've ended this
day just like this

over a dozen times now.

Never gets old.

I like that he's sound
asleep when it all ends.

I like that he never stirs once.

I want to tell him
that I'm his father

like I did before,
but I'm scared.

I'm scared he won't
look at me that way again

and I won't see what
I saw in his eyes,

so I say nothing.

I wanna get a boat one
day, take Mom out in it.

She never gets out at all.

I just wish I could rent one.

Could we rent one?

- A boat?
- Yeah.

Take Mom out in it.

- I don't see why not.
- When?

Whenever. We can...

This is when I tell him
we can do it this weekend.

Then he sends his mom a text,

telling her that we're
all going sailing.

This is what usually happens.

Joey...

You know, your mom...

Yeah?

Do you know what your
mom was working on?

The Osiris Spindle.

Osiris Spindle. You
know what that does?

She can't talk about
it 'cause it's, like,

super secret and whatever.

But I overheard her say it
could wipe out everything,

like the world, I guess,
if they weren't careful.

Do you believe that?

Yeah, I do.

I wish I didn't.

Your mom trusted me with
something and I let her down.

What do you mean?

Last night, your mom, she, um...

She didn't come home.

I know.

Does she have a new boyfriend?

No.

No, there's no new boyfriend.

Did she know I
was ditching school?

'Cause it felt like you
were following me.

Yeah, well, I...
Not for that reason.

- Why, then?
- I... I don't know.

I saw you and I
wanted to talk to you.

We could catch up. We
haven't spoken to each other.

Why'd you think I
was following you?

Just something Mom
said this morning.

- Wait, what?
- On the phone. It was weird.

She said if I got into any
trouble that I should find you.

Joe, it's Mom. Pick
up the phone, please.

I didn't know what
she was talking about.

You spoke to Mom today?

If anything strange happens,

I want you to call Roy, OK?

What time?

I don't know. Um...

I'm gonna text you his number,
but call me back. Bye, baby.

Hey, bud, let me see your phone.

She was still alive
when I woke up.

Ventor hadn't killed her.

She wasn't dead yet.

Don't worry, son.

I'll come back for you.

I'm coming back for both of you.

You killed her.

How the hell did
you get in here?

Where is she?

Where is she?!

Ugh!

Were you trying to
erase the evidence?

Trying to figure out
what she was doing,

how she was able to
initiate the Spindle...

Shut your mouth, Brett!

Continue...

Continue!

We can't get the Osiris
Spindle to function.

Whatever she did
started a chain reaction

that we can't control.

She sabotaged it somehow
and it's not responding.

Son of a bitch.

The Spindle is working.

It's you. She made
you the missing mass.

Otherwise, how could you
have broken into this facility?

How...

..how many times
have you done this?

A lot.

It works.

She was alive at least
14 minutes after I woke up.

I have time to save her.

OK. Let's do this.

Jemma is the only
one who can stop this

and you have at least
14 minutes to reach her.

What the hell. Here we go.

The fucking asshole just jumped!

Fly, motherfucker!

Fly!

I got 12.5 minutes.
Make this thing go faster.

Move!

Nice flying, dick!

I want the big
knock-down, drag-out now.

The donnybrook.
The battle royale.

Bring 'em all on,
every last one of 'em,

so I can light 'em
up and lay waste.

'Cause I've been
waiting for this

for a long fucking time.

Maybe too long.

Ha-ha!

I mean, you know,
I don't have all day.

Hey, Brett!

Ooh!

Ugh!

You came for me.

You did it.

You came for me.

How many times did it take?

Just one.

We don't have
much time. Come on.

I couldn't tell you. They were
watching me, monitoring me.

I had to sneak
around the lab all night.

I barely got that book to you.

It was just enough.

I think Ventor
sent men after Joe.

There's no-one left.
They're all gone, Jemma.

Joe's fine.

He's skipping school to go
to Gamer-Con, but he's OK.

How do you know that?

He's got a crush on a girl
in his class named Camille

who he showed all the
bus routes in school to,

but he's afraid to ask
her to be his girlfriend.

He and his friend Wyatt,

they lied about their age
a couple of weeks ago

to enter a paintball tournament.

You asked him about
a welt on his neck.

He said he got
it from a bug bite.

He, uh... he fractured his
wrist last month skateboarding

and now it makes
this weird, funny...

- Clicking noise.
- ..clicking sound.

He loves dogs, especially pugs,

and he thinks you
two should rescue one.

He did a watercolour version
of Van Gogh's 'Starry Night'

about a year ago
for your birthday

'cause he knows that's
your favourite painting.

He thinks Mom works too
much, doesn't smile enough.

Oh, but that boy
loves you so much.

How do I stop this, Jemma?

It's not about stopping, Roy.

It's about restarting.

I made your
dimensions, your DNA,

specific to the missing
mass within the Spindle.

What does that mean?

It means you have to
enter the Spindle's core,

then, theoretically,

the time-space continuum
should reset and resume.

Theoretically?

I don't know. I
honestly don't, Roy.

I mean, this whole thing's
just so cobbled together.

I was just trying
to stop Ventor.

I didn't even know it
worked until you showed up.

You have to remember
I just saw you yesterday.

And I haven't
seen you in forever.

I didn't know what else
to do, where else to turn.

I just knew the
man you were, Roy.

I know the man you are.

But I don't know what'll
happen to you if you go in there.

I know what happens if I don't.

You saw it, the
end of the world.

Yeah.

What was it like?

It was everything
you imagined it to be,

only a million times worse.

Will it go forward if I...
walk through this thing?

Is it gonna reset? Are you
and Joe gonna be safe?

If you return your mass
to the core, it should.

You may not make it.

You may cease to be.

Well, then...

..give me a kiss and
tell me you love me.

I love you.

Wait for me, yeah?

I will.

What the hell. Here we go.