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To hell with this!
I'm not letting my life's work be destroyed without a fight!
But then again, I am always open to a better idea!
You're the expert here.
Fight or flight?
- What the hell is that? - The better idea.
Come on!
A new day dawns on planet Earth.
Today, a powerful new weapon is deployed
in the fight against global diseases.
Panacea, named after the ancient goddess of healing,
is reborn as next-gen technology.
Just as weather satellites track storms,
Panacea will track the outbreak of infectious diseases,
allowing teams of doctors, medics, crucial time to respond.
None of this would be possible, none of it,
for us to usher in this new era of hope, without
the vision, strength and downright stubbornness
of one particular individual I'm about to embarrass
by asking to come up and say a few words.
Would you all please welcome Dr. Graciela Davila. Grace...
Peter, I know you're unaccustomed to hearing these words,
but you're wrong.
My contribution to Panacea is trivial compared to your commitment,
the commitment of your family, and of the Swann Corp.
Thanks to you, millions of men, women and children will rise tomorrow
to a future free of disease.
As the saying goes, information wants to be free.
Thanks to all of you here today...
humanity's greatest achievement, medical knowledge, soon will be.
Soak it in, Sophia, soak it in.
Today is a good day to stick a psycho away.
You know who said that?
Mother Theresa.
They made her a saint.
- One day I'm gonna be a saint too. - Yeah, right.
Saint Badass.
Buckle up.
Will you please slow down?
Oh, I will slow down, when this evidence is safe
and Tariq Basari goes down for racketeering,
extortion, murder and pissing me off.
Ease off! You're gonna run us off the road.
Come on!
Years of legal vomit almost over.
I can't wait to see Tariq's smug,
Botox-filled face when they sent him to the guillotine.
The guillotine's been gone for 50 years.
Do I squash your dreams?
He's never had Botox. Believe me.
And your expertise on Botox is based on what?
Shut up.
Dr. Geller, Panacea is in your hands.
Thank you, Mr. Swann.
We are commencing our launch sequence.
Ten minutes and counting.
We have a green light in all sectors.
Please complete final check-ups of launch sequence.
We have word from HQ that weather conditions are holding,
and we're looking at steady barometric pressure
across the launch trajectory.
Peter, isn't this so exciting?
- Hello. - Hi.
Grace. I think it's great you're here to support my brother.
If anything, I'm here for her.
Look at that. What's with those girls and dad?
Since his knighthood was announced, dad's been a nightmare.
On the upside, he did manage to coax a certain Goth goddess
- out of her crypt. - Jane's here?
Jane?
Jane?
- Hi, Jane. - Hello, father figure.
Nice of you to show up. I mean, I know how busy you are.
Thank Reggie. He's taking me to Barcelona after, so...
Reggie? Since when do you call Granddad Reggie?
Since I became an adult.
Instead of boring rockets, try building a decent cell tower.
- There's no signal. - I would do that.
I could do that.
I will do that! If it would help to get you to call me sometime.
Unbelievable!
That girl is genetically wired to pop my brain!
It's me, isn't it? Working with me gives you wrinkles and stuff.
I'm noticing little crow's feet, you know.
Shut up and listen!
Nice work, Saint Badass.
Look at this yokel.
Like a dog with a bone.
Watch how fast he starts kissing my ass.
In a bit of a hurry, are we today, sir?
Today and every day, sir.
Agent Neumann from Europol. Maybe you've heard of it.
Agent Elias and I are delivering evidence in a capital case,
so why don't you go back to your speed trap and catch some tourists?
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
- For what? - For making this so easy.
I'll take that, sir. Here you go. Have a nice day.
- That was badass. - Shut up and drive.
I'm going to find you.
Whoever you are.
All systems are go. Ignition in T minus 30 seconds.
Ground crew must reach safety distance.
Dr. Davila. Always a pleasure.
Okay, dad. It's not a petting zoo.
A thousand pardons. Brilliant women have always been my weakness.
Present company excepted.
Trust me, darling, they're all experts.
This isn't Studio 54.
Can we talk about the launch, please?
Nineteen, eighteen...
As much as you spent on that thing,
I expected it to be much bigger.
- Fourteen... - Coming up on the ten-second mark.
External boosters are go.
- Thrust is go, all engines. - Eleven...
T minus ten, nine...
- Guidance internal. - Eight...
seven... six...
- Marry me. - Five...
- Four... - But you're already married.
- Three... - Only legally. But think about it.
- Of course. - One...
You'll marry me or you'll think about it?
Let's talk about it later.
Liftoff.
Liftoff, 30 minutes after the hour.
- Altitude 2404. - 246 online.
AFSOC.
I've got the same.
I'll say this for you, son.
You really know how to ruin a party.
- He's gonna be happy. - He's gotta be human first.
- What have you got for me, then? - How about a broken kneecap?
I warned ya.
Vincent and the little Danny.
The Corbo brothers. Straight out of Texas.
I see you're still looking good.
I see that you still only hire idiots.
Lovely, isn't it?
Something about the sea. The saltiness.
I think it's purifying. Invigorating.
So I take a deep breath and remember that time is precious...
and life is very short.
Maybe shorter than we expected.
Whatever your worries were, this isn't one of them.
Is this everything?
- No evidence, no case. No case... - No trial.
Then I'm home free.
I wouldn't tempt fate, but yeah.
So...
are we even?
Tariq?
- Is Danny's debt cleared? - We're solid?
Anybody else who owed me 400,000 Euro would be pig feed by now.
But you bought me a second chance.
That's what I'm giving you, Danny boy.
Matter of fact, I'll do better than that. Come work for me.
I promise you, no muscle and hustle stuff for you.
I need professionals. I need trained people.
The world is changing so much, I need specialists to help me adapt.
Street muscle doesn't cut it anymore.
What do you say, bro?
The old Legionnaires back together again?
Danny's debt is cleared. I need to hear you say it.
It's cleared. Say it.
- Danny's debt is cleared. - Good.
We're done here forever.
- Who's tempting fate now, Vincent? - Come on, Danny, let's go!
Hey, Danny.
We could do great things together.
Danny! Now!
This is your place? You should come with me. Live down by the boat.
You've been inhaling too much deck varnish.
Come on. It'll be good.
Work on the boat all day, light up the bars at night.
- Help me get her in the water. - I could use help with Tariq.
You heard him. Times are changing, even for him.
Old school street muscle doesn't cut it.
He needs real world skills.
- He needs professionals. - Tariq Basari's not your friend.
He's never been your friend! He's never gonna be your friend!
Alright. Alright, don't worry.
That's when I worry the most. Try to remember...
you're the smart brother.
Thank you.
Mortar round.
Bullet frag.
- Buck shot. - Go ahead, sir.
Well, well. The wandering samurai returns.
As if your job wasn't dangerous enough.
- Sure you wanna walk in here? - She's that mad, huh?
Five weeks gone and not a word. You think she's gonna jump for joy?
Go on, get what's coming to you.
Listen up, maggots. Last round for now.
Courtesy of the man, the myth, the mystery...
Vincent "Cowboy" Corbo!
- Present arms. - Sir, yes, sir!
Raise those glasses up,
because only the best will do for Vincent.
Although he doesn't always appreciate it.
Burn!
Not as much as I should.
Go on, do it! Do it!
Do it, do it, do it!
Do it! Come on!
- Another round? - Yeah!
- Here's to you, Captain Corbo! - Yeah, man!
- Present arms. - Sir, yes, sir!
What are you doing on my dock?
Hi.
- Is that real? - Start talking, or you'll find out.
I'm Peter Swann.
I'm Peter Swann.
You don't recognize me. Peter Swann.
Swann Technologies.
Swann Rocketeering. Swann Industries.
It looks pretty real.
The Economist has always been really good.
Maybe you heard a TED Talk that I gave,
or a Smart Talk or an Eco-Talk?
- What do you want? - Your help.
If you're not too busy.
Grace.
- Surprised to see me? - Yeah.
When exactly did hell freeze over?
That is one spectacular explosion.
So what do you think? Is it sabotage?
Beats me.
That's your expert opinion?
My expert opinion is you have the wrong expert.
- Don't you have engineers for this? - Yeah, we've got engineers,
physicists, everybody.
They all chalk it up to some sort of anomalous shock.
They tweak some software, they unplug, plug some things in...
- You think they're wrong? - I'm pretty sure they're wrong.
- You just can't prove it. - No.
What do you expect me to do?
Tell him.
Well, Grace told me all about your military experience.
Foreign Legion.
Your deployments as a specialist
in some pretty hot zones all over the world.
Including French Guiana. And also that you're an authority on...
Blowing stuff up.
The only way I can help
is to go to French Guiana, walk the site and see what I see.
So you're willing to do it?
Chalk it up to an anomalous shock.
Hey!
- The police are here? - I told them.
Marty, the last honest American in French Guiana. How you doing?
Always happy to help out an old friend. Or in this case, you.
Inspector Barton, let me introduce...
Mr. Swann, it's a privilege.
And Dr. Davila.
- Nice to meet you. - We're at your service.
Now that we're best friends, can we move the party along?
Your chariot awaits.
Alright, let's mount up!
There were no warnings.
No indication of an aberration in pressure. Nothing. Just bang!
- Only problem we had was a delay. - You never mentioned a delay.
We held the launch 24 hours. Bad weather.
How many cameras?
The center carries four. We provide another four.
- So eight in total? - Seven, actually.
Yes, one camera failed.
There was a blind spot in your coverage?
It was just a few seconds, tops.
- Was the broken camera on the roof? - Yeah.
- On the corner facing north-east? - Yeah.
- But I'm sure it's been repaired. - Doubt it, since it was never broken.
Why don't you show me where it is?
There's a ladder out back.
- Peter, you hate heights. - No, I don't!
He does.
Do you see anything promising?
The taco place on the beach looks nice.
Hey, what was up with that cop?
I thought I told you I wanted to keep a low profile.
Marty will come in useful. Trust me.
Is there a village over there?
San Marcos. It's a market town. Couple of hundred people.
- Any hotels? - One or two. Nothing fancy.
So...
You know, Grace told me everything about your and her time together.
I doubt she told you everything.
No. Okay.
I just wanted to say, we're all adults here aren't we?
In my business, there's no place for emotions, baggage or feelings.
My business can get you killed.
I won't getting killed over a rocket.
Rocket's just a tool. A very expensive one.
But nonetheless, it's just a tool.
It serves a purpose, just like that strobe light thing.
Say, do you know the two most powerful words in the world?
"Piss off"?
It's "teach me."
I understand why you'd be reluctant to take risks for me.
You think that I'm an over-educated rich guy
with no understanding of the real world.
So teach me.
Wherever you go, I'll go.
Whatever risk you take, I'll take.
How does that sound?
You sound like an over-educated rich guy
with no understanding of the real world.
My whole life has been about testing my limits.
I'm not afraid.
Give it time.
Like how much time?
"Stay here and wait" kinda time, or...
That's nowhere near the spot. Look, its two klicks max outside the town.
I can read a map better than you, as you're aware.
There it is! I knew you'd throw that back at me.
What?
Hey, you said the rocket's a tool? To build what?
You know, it's not really the rocket, but the satellite.
We call it Panacea. It will change the world.
It's a way to track diseases before they become pandemics.
It's part of wet neural network that...
Mostly it's confidential.
But I can tell you that it's philanthropic.
- There's no commercial application... - We're here!
Where is "here," exactly?
Here, look.
I've got an app for that.
It's a triangulated GPS.
It's one of my earliest, most successful products.
Way more accurate than any old school compass can be.
- How accurate is it now? - Hey!
He wants to learn.
He just learned that sometimes old school is superior to new school.
Are you talking about a compass or yourself?
I've got another phone.
Be careful, Peter.
Just like I thought.
Thought what?
There, the strobe.
- Okay, so what's that prove? - Doesn't prove anything.
But it tells me a sniper shot is possible.
Sniper shot?
From here?
That's a mile, mile and a half.
- Further. What do you say, Marty? - Closer to one and three quarters.
Well, I wouldn't bet on a head shot, but a target as big as your rocket?
It's doable.
A bullet?
Damn bugs!
Let's get out of this lousy country.
Not until we get paid.
So my billion dollar rocket was taken out
by a pot shot from here?
- Could have been, yeah. - Based on what?
It's the way I would have done it. But I would have needed some help.
That's the bad news.
Whoever set this up needed someone on the roof of the control building.
Someone to disable the cameras that would have seen the shot.
Someone who could come and go without raising any red flags.
- But... there is some good news. - Which is?
Marty, let me see that water bottle.
What do you think of that, Marty?
.50 caliber.
Depleted uranium. Maybe tungsten?
Even from here, that bullet would go through the fuel tank and out to sea
before even the first spark ignited.
I was hoping it wasn't true. I knew it was,
but I was still hoping it wasn't true.
But who would do this?
Well, that's an easy question and a complicated answer.
You got the guy who did it and the guy who paid him.
They would not have known each other's names.
You said the flight was delayed.
Yeah. We had to push everything back 24 hours.
A weather squall came in.
So whoever took out your rocket was also delayed 24 hours.
- How far to San Marcos? - Twenty minutes.
Let's go visit the hotels in town.
- May I? - Please.
Billion dollar rocket.
- Five dollar bullet. - That's with a B. Billion.
Looks like this is the only hotel in town.
Let me talk to Marty. I'll meet you out front.
Thanks for the escort, Marty.
Let's keep what we found a secret. Cool?
Of course, yeah.
- We'll talk tomorrow. - You bet.
Now what?
Look at the video feed. Maybe get a look at the shooter.
Just leave it to me. I got this.
This is an important matter!
We need to see the security feed.
No.
Can we be a bit more civilized about this?
I'm sorry. Any information I disclose
would be a flagrant abuse of my guests' privacy!
Hi. Can we talk?
Okay.
Mr. Swann.
- I am a great admirer of your work. - Thank you.
But even in my modest profession there are certain values
that I must uphold.
Absolutely. How much?
Sir... not everyone can be bribed. Now please leave my hotel!
No, it's not a bribe. I mean, how much for the whole place?
The hotel. How much? Like, three million?
- That do it? - Three million dollars?
Hotel de San Marcos. French Guiana. Sent.
- Three million dollars? - That's right! Congratulations.
Welcome to the Swann family group of luxury resorts.
Which way to my security feeds?
- Right this way. - That way? Great, thanks.
Come on, guys. It's this way.
They went into the hotel.
- They box themselves in? - Exactly.
They're not making it hard for us, are they?
Let's gear up and get a position.
- Too much? - Not if you're hunting elephants.
- We're getting up close and personal. - Spray and pray.
Looks like Mad Max on Christmas morning.
- Go in heavy or don't go at all. - Words to live by.
Plate check.
Yes, I had a guest that arrived on the morning of the launch.
And at 5:15 he went down asking for a second night.
He was very rude about it, in fact.
Big guy wearing shades. Probably had a beard?
You know him?
I know a lot of guys who look like him.
So... if this went down the way
that you say that it did with the sniper, then...
With all the planning, all the secrecy...
All of that. Why risk exposure by leaving behind a brass casing?
Your instincts are better than I thought.
Short answer is, they didn't.
Alright. Well, then who left this behind,
and what the heck blew up my rocket?
You ever hear of a snipe hunt?
- A snipe is a little bird, isn't it? - Not in the States.
A snipe hunt is...
It's a prank that the older kids play on the younger kids at summer camp.
The older kids send the younger ones out into the forest and they say,
"We're gonna hunt snipe!"
And they bang together pots and pans or whatever, make a big racket.
And next thing you know, all the kids are flushing out snipe,
but they never catch one.
Cos there's no such thing.
If a person can be made to think something exists,
they'll start to see it, even if it was never there.
That there is some serious 3D thinking, Captain Corbo.
Are you saying that you planted it?
Planted it, found it.
By the way, I wanted my good buddy Marty to get an eyeful.
Since he's the dirtiest, sleaziest cop this side of Moscow,
my hope is he's telling the bad news to all the right people.
Oh, that's why you said that he would be useful.
If we get lucky, they'll panic, make a mistake and expose themselves.
There! That's him.
- So what's beardy man's name? - Doesn't matter. It'll be fake.
- Alright. Time to go. - We're leaving?
You're leaving. I'll stay and see what happens next.
Change of plans. We're all leaving. Let's go. Follow me.
You might wanna get under the desk and lock the door and...
Welcome aboard!
- Guys, what's happening? - Cops are here.
- That's bad? - It is when they're fake.
So first the bullet's fake, and then the cops are fake.
- What is real? - I know all about fake cops.
Is there any confirmed intel that you can share?
- Like what? - Like who blew up my rocket,
- how, and why, for starters! - Nope.
I see them!
- Police! - Come on! Go, go, go!
Over there! Police!
Go, go, go!
Come on!
Stairs, stairs!
Hold up!
This'll hurt my Yelp review!
Clear the way! Go, go, go!
- I have a problem with guns. - Do you have a problem with dying?
Go! Get outta here!
I see them!
Balcony!
They're on the balcony!
To hell with this!
I'm not letting my life's work be destroyed without a fight!
But then again, I am always open to a better idea!
You're the expert here.
Fight or flight?
- What the hell is that? - The better idea.
Come on!
Go!
- Come on! Come on, let's go! - Move your ass!
- You called a cab? - Hello, beautiful.
Let's go.
Scrawny as ever!
- As punctual as ever. Good job. - Hey, that's on you.
I had to hand over my Rolex to get outta Somalia.
This contract better be real.
Who's the shooter?
Beardy man! And he's with our favorite inspector!
Duck and cover!
- Cover what? - Everything.
Not bad, boss man!
- Home free. - You know better than to say that.
Watch out! What are you doing?
The brakes are gone!
I'm trying! Strap in, guys!
Everybody alright?
Follow the wreckage, you'll always find Vincent.
How far to the chopper?
Down two klicks, then east to the coast.
There's a chopper?
I meant to tell you, you bought a chopper.
If anybody has a reason to stay here, speak up now.
Just a quick question first.
Who are these people?!
This is Tyler Raines, former Navy Seal.
- We call him... - Trig. Cheers.
Our weapons expert, Romy Brandt.
And from Marine Force Recon, Jack Smythe.
"Hacksaw" suits me. Feeds the mystique, you know?
These are the only people you can trust in the world right now.
Where are you going? Sightseeing?
I guess to catch a snipe.
There's no such thing as a snipe!
Just sayin'.
Keep your eyes peeled.
Roadblock ahead.
- Real cops or fake cops? - Fake.
Are there any real cops in this country?
- Are you sure the chopper's that way? - A kilometer off at most.
- Is there a workaround? - Not without crossing that road.
And if we try that...
If you please, Mr. Swann, go back and stay with Grace and send Romy up.
- Are we gonna be okay? - I haven't lost a client yet, sir.
- Is that true? - Sure, if it makes him feel better.
So what's the plan?
Jack and I will engage the roadblock.
When you hear the noise, take the clients across.
So... slow and silent, or fast and furious?
Cover me!
Come on, let's go!
- Clear! - Clear!
Let's go!
Okay.
I'm done.
You shot me in my spine.
I can't feel a thing.
I don't suppose you'd tell me who hired you?
Like you would talk.
Now you're insulting me. You know I won't have an ID.
And you know I have to look.
No, bro. I'm quitting.
These things will kill you.
You know, it sucks.
Dying here in the middle of nowhere.
For a paycheck.
It's a hard time for noble causes.
Amen.
- Hey! - Let's go!
Come on!
Now!
Go now!
Mr. Swann, I need you back inside.
- Where have you been? - Sightseeing.
Nice of you to join us. We're out of here.
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