All language subtitles for The Protégé [2021] 1080p 10bit BluRay AAC7.1 HEVC-Vyndros

[crowd chattering in Vietnamese]

[door slams]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[exhales]

[in Vietnamese]

[gun clicks]

[drops gun]

Beretta 93. Usually dependable.

[bullet clatters]

Should be good to go now.

[speaking Vietnamese]

[classical music playing]

[chattering]

[in Romanian]

[speaking Romanian]

[speaking Romanian]

[siren wailing in distance]

[line ringing]

[man]

Vali? Vali?

[guns cocking]

[woman grunting]

[breathing heavily]

["Manon Lescaut: Act IV: Aria" playing]

[woman singing in Italian]

[door opens]

[grunts]

[in English] How dare you take my boy?

[coughs]

[wheezing]

There it is. You wanna count it?

Do you know who I am?

Don Preda...

Butcher of Bucharest, Killer of Men.

Tell your boss it's done.

Exactly, who are you people?

We just...

We just find people who can't be found.

The money...

You're gonna have it maybe for an hour.
Then we come take it back,

cut you both into pieces
and feed you to my pigs.

That doesn't worry you?

No.

Why?

I didn't come here for money.

I came here for you.

[music intensifies]

["So Bad" playing]

♪ They call it magic ♪

[silenced gunshots]

♪ They call it dynamite ♪

♪ You know you know it
When you get it right ♪

♪ They call it the breeze ♪

♪ They call it out of sight ♪

♪ You know you know it
When you get it right ♪

♪ Oh, that's what you need ♪

[man] Why are you fighting so hard, huh?

You're going home, motherfucker. Fuck off.

I'm good.

[shouting in Romanian]

- Didn't take any, huh?
- Take what?

Money. It was all there, right?

We were paid to eliminate a target.
We did that.

Well, you know, three mil in dirty money
and nobody's looking for 'em...

Just saying.

I'm sorry, I didn't know you were hurting.

[chuckles] Please.

This is R&D Plumbing.
Your leak has been fixed.

Please remit the balance
of your payment for the...

[coughing]

[woman] Done.

You need to see a doctor
about that cough.

Traditional or a witch?

You? Definitely a witch.

Ah. I know just the voodoo queen
to call.

♪ So bad, so bad, so bad ♪

[keys jangling]

[sighs]

♪ It's a new dawn
It's a new day ♪

♪ And I'm feeling good ♪

["Feeling Good
(Bassnectar Remix)" playing]

♪ Fish in the sea
You know how I feel ♪

♪ River running free
You know how I feel ♪

♪ Blossom on the tree
You know how I feel ♪

♪ It's a new dawn
It's a new day ♪

♪ It's a new life ♪

♪ For me ♪

♪ And I'm feeling good ♪

[bell rings]

Chelmsford was a bloody war zone.

Every train was 30 minutes late
and jam-packed as always.

Welcome back.

Thank you for taking care of her.

You know you're the only one
she'll tolerate, right?

She gets really mean when you're away.

Spent most of her time
hanging out with Proust. [chuckles]

- Is that true?
- Three weeks,

and this is all you come back with?

You know sellers.

They know you've come all that way,
and they play hard to get.

Don't you want to just
kill people like that?

["She Gave Me the Keys" playing]

♪ It's hard to make a living
In a rock and roll band ♪

What are you doing, huh?

♪ I do my best to make as much as I can ♪

♪ But my baby's got it covered ♪

♪ She's a bread winner ♪

♪ Puts the food on the table ♪

♪ And I'm just making dinner ♪

♪ Shares everything she's got
Except that big fancy car ♪

♪ But now she said I can take it
If I don't drive too far ♪

♪ She gave me the keys to the Cadillac ♪

♪ Said you can take it
If you bring it back soon ♪

♪ Keys to the Cadillac ♪

♪ You know I like to take it slow ♪

So the other day, he says to me,
"70 is the new 30."

[laughs]

Well, that's just something old guys say.

[both chuckle]

How's he doing with his protocol?
Is he following the doctor's orders?

More like following his own orders.

["You Can't Talk to Me"
playing on speakers]

- Happy birthday!
- [both scream]

No more fucking birthdays!

Take birthdays and shove them up your ass!

Bastard.

[laughs]

- [beeps]
- [drone powers down]

What a wonderful toy!

[continues laughing]

You skimped on the candles I see.

Seventy would have been
a fire hazard. [chuckles]

- Could you make us some tea, please?
- Sure.

All right. Make your wish.

Happy birthday.

Yeah.

A thank-you.

[sighs]

[chuckles]

A 1958 Gibson Flying V. Mmm.

This was in production just two years.

There's only 90 in the whole world.

- [laughs]
- I know.

That sound... [strums guitar]

...it's the wood.

African limba.

Nothing else sounds like it.

I'd just about given up hope
of finding one.

- How in the world did you?
- You.

You taught me how to find things
that didn't wanna be found.

[chuckles]

Albert King played one.

Albert King played that one.

- No.
- [laughs]

No.

You're gonna cry now, aren't you?

Oh, only because I can't play it
the way it needs to be played.

[laughs]

[kisses] Thank you.

You know, one of the twins called me
last night to say she was pregnant.

Daisy in Dover?

Nah, Daisy in Manchester.
Daisy in Dover's a dyke.

[laughs]

[coughing]

Oh.

[groans]

[exhales]

It is a rare gift to have a friend
who trusts you enough

not to try and help until you ask.

Mmm.

[keys jangle]

If you fell in a pond with those,
you'd drown.

Well, if I fell in the pond without 'em,
I'd probably float away.

- Hi, honey.
- Ah, ah, ah! Mind your fingers.

That heifer bites.

She's a baby and doesn't know any better.

There.

You have your own secret hideout.

Why am I not surprised?

- [computer humming]
- I bought the building.

- What?
- The book store.

It's yours, free and clear.

[typing]

You didn't have to do that.

I know, but it's your passion.

And makes me feel good to know

you'll have something worthwhile
when I'm gone.

What is that?

Those are the souls waiting for me
on the other side.

I'm sure they have a reception planned.

Ah, I sent away so many prematurely.

Either by my hand or through you.

We never sent anyone away
who didn't have it coming.

Maybe.

But I'm sure there are
quite a few spirits up there,

waiting for me with a bone to pick.

Aw.

You really believe you're going up?

Don't you?

[coughing]

[clears throat]

Lucas Hayes.
I need our friend to find him for me.

I have him up to 1998, Paris.

- After that, nothing.
- Just find?

Just find.
Discreetly and with a quickness.

Okay.

[chuckles]
I may have to go back to Vietnam.

Be nice if you went with me.

I'm never going back there.

Our past is never where we left it,
little chameleon.

We all have scars.

You stare at them long enough,
you remember how you got them.

[faint screaming]

[engine starts]

[people chattering]

- Hi.
- Morning.

The blue dress has a small tear in it.
I was hoping to talk to Benny about it?

[Benny chuckles]

What do you think?

- Of what?
- My, um... My mustache.

Oh, you know, I don't have my contacts in.

- Mmm.
- Sorry.

Funny. You wait till this grows in.

Women like you are gonna be so...

- No, no, you're not, are you?
- No.

Need you to find this guy.

What, no satellite shots
of a mafia compound outside Bucharest?

[chuckles] No.
But that was some of your better work.

Moody wants this guy, Lucas Hayes.

Last seen in Paris in '98,
and then nothing.

Mmm. Ah.

[bell rings]

- I'll be with you in a second.
- [woman] Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm looking for a book.
An old book.

Like, rare.

- Like, rare?
- Yeah.

[woman] Either they are or they aren't.

Books aren't like a steak.
You can't get them, like, medium-rare.

That's funny.

- Sarcastic.
- Yeah, but funny.

Listen, my boss's wife is having a party
and she collects books. First editions.

- Any particular subject?
- Birds.

It's Audubon's, um...

- Birds of America?
- Yeah, that's it.

He said she's looking for a copy.

- A first edition?
- Yeah.

- Sorry.
- You don't have it?

No one does.
Only one first edition exists.

It was sold to a private buyer
in 1991 for $9.6 million.

[whistles] Wow. Okay.
Well, looks like I'm outta luck.

All right. What do you think?
Maybe poetry?

Hang on.

You'd be the hit of the party.

I don't, uh... I don't know this one.

It's Edgar Allen Poe, actually.

His first collection of poems,
published anonymously.

You think she might have it?

Doubtful. Only 50 copies were printed,
only 12 are known to exist.

Hmm. How much?

I can give it to you for 265,000.

Perhaps a bracelet instead.

She does have exquisite wrists. Good idea.

Is there something else?

I find you interesting.

- You mean...
- You're interesting.

And beautiful, sure.

Not in that ornamental kind of way.

It's the interesting part
that's got me wondering.

Wondering what?

How long after I give you my number
will it take you to decide

that I'm just as interesting
and give me a call?

- Twenty-seven minutes.
- That long?

First, I have to pretend to cancel my date
and then I have to feed my cat.

That's six.

The rest is me playing hard to get.

Cute. How many of these
are you carrying around, Mr...

Rembrandt. Michael Rembrandt.

Actually, I haven't had
an occasion to use one until just now.

So...

Interesting.

[Michael]
"There rose a fountain once, and there

Full many a fair flow'r rais'd its head:"

That was from the book, wasn't it?

"But she who rear'd them was long dead,
And in such follies had no part..."

[Benny] You almost got me on this one.

You didn't say I'd be tracking
an eight-year-old.

Lucas Hayes did arrive in Paris in '98.

But returned to Da Nang, March '99.

Everything else I have is on there.

[door slams]

[suspenseful music]

[suspenseful music continues]

[beeps]

[drone buzzing]

Benny, you'll stay open until I get there,
45 minutes.

[sizzling]

[automatic gunfire]

[grunts]

[car doors open, shut]

[gun cocks]

[gunshot]

[siren wailing in distance]

[coffee maker whirring]

[beeps]

[suspenseful music]

Moody.

[airplane engine roaring]

[people chattering in Vietnamese]

[faint, overlapping screaming]

[vehicles honking]

[sighs]

[tires screeching]

[biker 1] Fuck, man!

[biker 2] Shit! What the fuck was that?

Fuck.

[dog barking]

[woman speaking Vietnamese]

Never thought I'd see you here again.

Well, maybe you're not seeing me now.

Who's the bitch?

Billy Boy. I know you run with all kinds,
but now you're running with stupid?

- Fuck you!
- Hey.

Go get a drink, sugar.
You give the adults some privacy, huh?

Beers!

Is that your ride outside?

Yours now.

It ain't my birthday.

Jossino Vohl.

How's Moody?

He's dead.

To Moody.

Vohl involved?

I don't know. But he knows who is.

- He's gonna be hard to kill.
- I just wanna talk to him.

- Steverino!
- Yeah, boss?

You worked security at the State Tower.

My friend here needs
a few minutes with Vohl.

Alone.

[Steverino laughs]
Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

Goes nowhere without private security.

The guy's never alone.

[suspenseful music]

[speaking French]

[guns cocking]

[doors unlock]

[door opens]

[sighs]

This is how easy it is
for me to get to you, Mr. Vohl.

Do you understand?

You were friends and business partners
with Edward Hayes,

so you would know most
about his short, but interesting life?

Good, 'cause I have questions.
You give me answers.

If I'm satisfied,
you'll never see me again.

If I'm not,
I'll be the last thing you ever see.

I look forward to hearing from you.

[cell phone rings]

[Vohl] Bonjour, mademoiselle.

It's been a long time since
such a beautiful young woman

gave me her number.

You know who I am.

Jossino Vohl, born in April 1945.

French national
residing full-time in Vietnam,

was in business with Edward Hayes
until his untimely death.

Now you're a top political power broker
with some interesting side hobbies.

I see you're familiar with my résumé.

I am not interested
in your business activities, Mr. Vohl.

I want to talk
about your friend's son, Lucas.

My office. One hour.

Will you be alone?

My lawyer will be present.

That would be the man standing behind you,
pouring the scotch?

Enchantée, mademoiselle.

Exactly on time.

Please.

Monsieur Duquet, my personal attorney.

- Would you like some champagne?
- Edward Arthur Hayes.

Mmm.

Eddie and I were involved
in a bauxite mining project together,

- until his accident.
- It wasn't an accident.

It was an assassination.

We were useful.

The country was malleable,
ripe for certain business practices.

Eddie was juggling
a lot of delicate plates.

What's your interest in a man
who's been dead almost 30 years?

I'm interested in his son.

Lucas Hayes.

I'm sorry?

Three people are dead
because they inquired about him.

He had them killed
and I'm going to find him.

Should I be talking to him?

I have no connection with Lucas Hayes.

And what has any of this
got to do with me?

I was wondering the same thing.

Mr. Vohl's past relationships
are no one's concern.

- And certainly none of yours.
- Well, I've made them my concern.

[gasps]

Too bad.

I need to know everything.

Who are you?

Who hired you?

Why the interest in Lucas Hayes?

We can do this another way, if you'd like.

[screams]

[man shouting]

Fucking let me go.

Get up there.

- [Duquet] Hand me a gun.
- [man] Here.

[gunshot]

[grunts]

- [alarm wailing]
- Where the fuck do you think you're going?

Say it.

- Fuck you.
- Say it!

[gunshots]

[banging on door]

[automatic gunfire]

[screaming]

[man shouts]

[tires screech]

[groans]

Let's start with your name.

Why was Moody looking
for Edward Hayes's son?

Who else out there should we know about?

[suspenseful music]

Fuck.

Anyone ever last this long?

It's out of our hands now anyway.

Him?

[woman gasping]

That was a long 27 minutes.

I'm still waiting for your call.

It's all right.
I don't take these things personally.

Bone broth.

Helps with inflammation and bruising.

Here.

Careful, it's hot. Watch it.

There you go.

Made this myself.

Here you go. Small sips.

- Good?
- [coughs]

I'm not gonna lie to you.

There's not much chance
this ends well for you.

That guy out there,
we work for the same individual.

Boss has a problem,
he calls him, he takes care of it.

Little heavy-handed for my taste,
but that's not my call.

I'm sorry about your friend, Moody.

I had no part of that.

Or the firefight at the bookstore.

I'm an "after-the-facts" guy.

I come in and make sure
there's no loose ends.

I look for things that might seem benign,
but aren't.

Like a bookstore owned by an assassin.
Boy, I never saw that one coming.

I misread you completely.

I can help you outta here, okay?

But you have to help me.

I'm your last line of defense.

End of the road. No more lifelines.

You understand?

All right.

[woman] You forgot to blanch the bones.

Your soup.

You have to blanch the bones
before you roast them.

It locks the minerals in.
It's better for healing.

[door lock clicks]

- You get anything out of her?
- Yes and no.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

It means I'll be back in the morning
to follow up with her.

I don't need you here, Rembrandt.

Well, the man who signs
the checks felt differently.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

- And why's that?
- Oh, I don't know.

Maybe it's because you killed Vohl
without asking his permission.

Vohl knew everything.
He was a direct connection.

He would have folded like a tent.

[chuckles] You guys kill me.
You're all the same.

Shoot first and ask questions later.

And hold off on those enhanced
interrogation techniques.

I want her clearheaded in the morning.

[man] He'll break her tomorrow.

[Duquet] Maybe he broke her already.

The old man is desperate to know
what she knows.

Wonder how he'd feel if his boy wonder
ends up killing her before he finds out.

I'm guessing you look
for a new boy wonder?

[suspenseful music]

[groans]

[grunting, gasping]

[panting]

Just when we were getting
to know each other.

I've got teams at every airport,
shipyard and train station.

She's not gonna run.
She's gonna lick her wounds,

then she's coming after you.

Good.

Really?

'Cause right now it's 4-0.

She's winning.

Where do you buy your suits?

'Cause I've got a cousin
who's big and tall,

and he has a hard time.

Nobody home.

[Billy Boy]
Well, we can get you to the border.

London may not be safe for you right now.

This is Vietnam, Anna.
You know what it's like here.

You owe it to Moody to stay alive.

I know what I owe him.

[people chattering in Vietnamese]

[speaks Vietnamese]

The fuck you think I gave
you the money for...

End of the line, kid.

- [child screams]
- [woman whimpering]

[Moody shouts in Vietnamese]

[Anna] Moody was beautiful.

In his way.

He was kind.

And not through effort.
It was just a part of who he was.

He didn't save my life, he gave me a life.

He knew who I was and what I'd... become.

And he protected me.

Hayes has been dead for 30 years.

Vohl is no longer.

And you got
some very bad people looking for you.

Lucas Hayes killed Moody.
He knows I'm looking for him.

His last known location is
Saint Quiteria Hospital.

Nobody is as deaf
as those who don't wanna listen.

[suspenseful music]

[children laughing]

[children shouting]

[thunder rumbling]

I must say, Ms. Nguyen,

it's been some time since we've had
a visit from the Ministry of Health.

And to request records from that far back...

Yes, I know. Well, we're hoping to find
something in there

that will help us
rule out environmental factors,

as we are in the midst of a study.
Thank you.

Lucas Hayes... Well before my time here.

[Anna] 2585024586.

[Billy Boy]
Copy. I'll get Doc on it.

Okay.

[flute playing]

Doc came through. Pulled his records.

- And?
- You sitting down?

Lucas Hayes was admitted to Saint Quiteria
on the 2nd of June, 1999.

And according to his records,
never left.

I apologize. Seems the boy was readmitted
under the name "Christian."

Christian, right,
his mother's maiden name.

He was already here when I arrived.

He's been a patient
for more than 20 years.

He doesn't like to be touched.

He can't speak. Also, deaf and blind.

And how long has he been like this?

He was diagnosed
when he was six, I believe.

It progressed rapidly.

It's a miracle he's lived this long.

And who pays for his care?

We have a generous endowment.

Everyone here is treated for free.

[cell phone rings]

[Rembrandt] Wow. Four men dead
and nothing on camera.

Place looked like an abattoir.

- Was it the food?
- You know, it was bad manners.

Yeah, well,
that's no way to treat a lady.

Oh, I'm no lady.

Well, I'm not always a gentleman myself.

I wouldn't sell yourself short.

Mmm. Well, coming from you,
that's a compliment.

Listen, I'm in the middle of something,
if you don't mind...

Hey, how were the good Sisters
of Saint Quiteria?

Good enough to let me know
I've been looking for the wrong person.

They're good gals up there.

- Saint Quiteria, you know who she was?
- Mm-mmm.

Fifteen years old, she led a guerrilla war
against the Roman legions.

- Badass.
- Yeah. They chopped off her head

and fed the rest to the dogs.

Again, bad manners.

Hey, you up for dinner?

I can answer some questions
and, you know, save you some time.

What do you say, we say to La Cinq?
Tomorrow night. Eight o'clock.

I mean you can say it,
but I won't be there.

I'll give you a time and place.

You're intrigued by her.

Curious.

Need I worry?

[knocking on door]

The gala list, sir.
Our 200 guests, all vetted.

[man] Huh. The joys of a room
full of the wealthy and the privileged

donating large sums for a noble cause.

It never gets old.

Good.

[door closes]

Why do you do this?

It's what people in my position
are supposed to do, Michael.

- Give to the less fortunate.
- Ah.

I asked if I should be worried.

About the woman.

Nope.

Not yet.

Please wrap up this unpleasantness
by Sunday.

I don't wanna be embarrassed
before the celebration.

["Nocturne in E-Flat Major,
Op. 9 No. 2" playing]

[Rembrandt] Wow.

Thank you, Ben.

They know me here.

Cheers!

Someone killed a friend of mine

because of a contract
he completed years ago.

And anyone I ask about it ends up dead.
Why is that?

Well, I don't know,
but some people might take that as a sign.

Why don't you just consider it
a mystery best left unsolved.

But I like mysteries.

When I started this, I was curious.

And then I went from curious to concerned.

- And now?
- I'm testy.

And trust me,
you don't wanna know me when I'm testy.

HK 9-millimeter.

Very good.

Not where I'm sitting.

Who's paying for the orphan kid?
I'd like to talk to whoever that is.

That would be unwise.

Unwise is killing a man
who was a second father to me.

We are way past unwise.

This is a really bad place for a hit.

High-end restaurant
with security at every exit,

not to mention the cameras.

You know what, you already knew that.

Oh, I'm not here to kill you...

yet.

Just get answers.

You always ask like this?

Yeah, I like to have people's attention
when I talk, you know?

Well,

you certainly have the attention
of the boys down there.

Look, you're going to have to put
at least three in me to be sure.

- Four.
- Fine. That leaves you five.

- In case there's trouble.
- Uh-huh.

You think that's enough
to get you out of here?

Four quick shots and then a slow walk
to the exit amongst the chaos. Yeah.

Something unexpected could happen.

You know, usually does.

SIG 226.

- Mmm, it's got that great kick.
- Kick.

Yeah.

How about that?

Our first awkward silence.

You know what?
I didn't get your name.

Anna.

- Pleasure.
- We'll see.

What do you say we forget these drinks?

Let's just go find a nice hotel.

You point a gun at my pussy
and then you ask me to bed?

I like your style.

Said the woman with hollow points
pointed at my balls.

Well, let's hope this doesn't get messy.
These are my favorite shoes.

Manolo's, classic four-inch pumps.

A man who knows Poe and footwear.

Let me put this to you delicately.

You keep this up, you're gonna die.

Vietnam has always been a place of death.

Only the lucky ones make it out alive.
I was lucky once.

You don't get lucky twice.

I'm going to find out
who killed my friend.

And when you do?

I'm going to end their life
and anyone standing in my way.

Thank you for a lovely evening.

Hey, I know this sounds crazy but...

I'd really like to see you again.

Under, you know, different circumstances.

This was personal time.

So these are the best circumstances
you'll ever see me in.

[chattering in Vietnamese]

[cell phone rings]

Speak.

Call me when it's done.

[cell phone rings]

Thought you were off chasing
corrupt accountants?

Found her hotel room, all of her shit,
including her passport.

Name's Nadia Zhukova.

An Asian Russian...

Boy.

You don't really see that. Ever.

Good work. You must be exhausted, huh?

[shouts]

[grunts]

- [woman groans]
- [man shouts]

[people screaming]

[grunts]

[screams]

[horn honks]

[silenced gunshot]

[screams]

[cell phone rings]

Looks like I'm a day late.

[Anna] And a dollar short.
Didn't take much I'm afraid.

Sang like a bird, did he?

Oh, the things I know now.

I know who your boss is.
The man who sanctioned Moody's killing.

Huh.

- He's a big fish.
- More fun when you hook 'em.

Well, then I guess...

I guess we'll be seeing each other
real soon then.

Sooner than you'd think.

Hey, what happened to your hand?

[suspenseful music]

[grunts]

[sighs]

♪ Come closer, baby ♪

♪ And lay your lovely face
Against my skin ♪

♪ Please don't ♪

[both grunt]

♪ Don't turn away from me, baby ♪

♪ 'Cause we may never pass
This way again ♪

♪ I can't stop myself from wanting you ♪

Make up your mind.

Kill me...

or fuck me.

[both panting]

Is it weird that we're
in this guy's bed while he's...

up there?

You know, hanging?

No.

- Be a waste of a nice bed.
- Okay.

How long you been doing this?

Not, you know, this, but...

Long enough not to miss.

You got lucky.

Nah. You don't want me dead...

yet.

Why haven't you killed me?

Could you?

I could put two in the back of your head
and go make a sandwich.

Well...

you always said
this wasn't gonna work out.

Well, it's been my experience,
it never does.

At least not for the other guy.

- There a way around that?
- You're holding all the cards.

I'm watching a woman walk
over a shark tank,

on a tight rope, in high winds.

You're not gonna make it, Anna.

He's a bad man who's done very bad things.

[gunshot]

[groans]

[breathing heavily]

[gunshot]

[groaning]

So, you just gonna lay there?

[groans]

Good to see you, kid.

Get in. Get out.

- You know you only get lucky once.
- [groans]

- Yeah, someone else just told me that.
- Okay.

- Oh, God! Good God!
- Ah, ah, ah. Just a little glue.

- Just a little glue. It's okay.
- Wrong with you?

Grit your teeth.

Oh, God.

You know, I still feel
really bad about Claudia.

I mean, she couldn't cook worth a shit,
but she didn't deserve to die like that.

- There we go.
- [Anna] Okay.

Okay, okay, we're done. We're done here.

Did you really think
they could kill me that easily?

Before I blew the rest of it off,

he didn't have much of a face
to begin with.

And I left just enough of me
for the authorities to think it was me.

Sorry you had to be the one who found him.

[grunts]

But you could always
think on your feet anyway.

Not so much tonight.

That's what friends are for, right?

Oh, good. We're friends again.

Ooh, you got laid, didn't you?

[laughs, coughs]

[sighs]

Depending more and more on this shit
to take the edge off.

[huffs]

So, what's the plan?

[Billy Boy] Four hundred acres.

To get there, you'd have to hike
through 12 miles of rat-infested jungle.

That leaves a river, cameras,
sonar, patrol boats.

Still a pessimistic
little shit, aren't you?

And you're still
a cockroach you can't kill.

I mean that in a good way.

They know you're coming.

What is this?

It's a panic room.
In this case, it's a panic bunker.

If he gets in there, you're done.

[man] All the guests arrive by boat.

They'll be screened
the moment they disembark.

Perimeter locked down and site secured.

And I've added an additional team
of 16 out of Israel just for the night.

Seems like you got everything covered.

Michael.

Thoughts?

Venice.

It's really nice this time of year.

You should go. Now.

These guys have no idea
who they're dealing with.

[suspenseful music]

[walkie-talkie chatter]

[suspenseful music continues]

[man speaking Vietnamese over speakers]

[chattering]

["String Quintet in E Major,
Op. 11, No. 5" playing]

You look a little tense.

I've protected everyone
from crown princes to cartel kingpins.

Nothing's gonna happen tonight,

especially when we know
what she looks like.

Boy, I really hope you got paid up front.

[man] Sir?

- Anything?
- Nothing so far.

Sectors 1, 2 and 3 are clear.
I'm waiting on the reports from sector 4.

Mmm.

[door opens]

[cheering]

Thank you. It is with great pleasure
that I welcome you all here

on this very expensive evening.

[audience chuckles]

It warms my crusty heart to look across
the room and see so many familiar faces,

dear friends
and close business associates,

as well as quite a few unfamiliar faces

that, with luck,
will not remain so for long.

Perhaps I may even have spotted
a few former foes of mine.

I want especially to thank you for coming
and for seeing the error of your ways.

Over these considerable years,
I've learned to my great satisfaction

there is no better way
to cleanse the soul than to do good,

to perform selfless deeds
and acts of kindness,

to sacrifice for others,
and most importantly, to give generously.

It is due to your generous spirit
that we have been able

to enrich and enhance the lives
of so many infants,

children, young men and women
in desperate need of care

to a degree that would
have been impossible to achieve

without every one of you.

Ladies and gentlemen,
thank you for the privilege

of being your host tonight.

And for allowing me to slide my hands
into your pockets and purses.

[audience chuckles]

But for a worthy cause.

The Sisters of Saint Quiteria
do outstanding work,

so give with your hearts.

[audience screaming]

[men shouting]

[helicopter whirring]

[man] Get to the door now!

[groaning]

[door opens]

[Anna grunts]

[beeping]

[twigs snap]

You look really good for a man
who's been dead 30 years, Mr. Hayes.

How'd you get in here?

Technology.
Shit's gonna fuck us all one day.

Who are you?

I'm the big bad wolf that comes to get you

when someone on this earth decides
your time is up.

Moody.

Resurrection's a bitch, ain't it?

Come to finish the job, have you?

Well, you did hire me
all those years ago to kill you, right?

[coughing]

Who was really in that car?

Does it matter? Disposable asset.
No one of consequence.

[Moody chuckles]

See, that's the kind of shit
I expect someone like you to say.

"No one of any consequence."

Someone like me?

I mean, I can't be all morally righteous.
I kill people for a living.

Bad people, mind you.

But still, I never pretend
to be anything else.

You, you're front and center
of a dozen high-profile charitable causes.

The world sees you as clean
as first fucking snow.

But your hands are covered
in shit and blood,

and everything from sarin gas
to human trafficking.

So you know why
I had to arrange my demise.

I had a son.

Unexpected in many ways.

But what I couldn't fathom was
the depth of love I had for this child,

this imperfect, wonderful, vulnerable boy.

If I were dead, Lucas would be free
from any threats or harm.

Bullshit.

You may love your son, Mr. Hayes,

but this was your chance to disappear.

[Hayes] You're very astute.

No one looks for a dead man.

I was able to continue behind a shroud
of respectability that allowed me to...

To become a bigger monster.

The irony of all this, Mr. Hayes,
is that I was just trying to make amends

to your son for taking
his father away from him.

You brought all this upon yourself.

Anna.

[Anna breathing heavily]

You don't look so good.

Oh, I don't know.

Nothing an apple martini and a liter
of AB-positive won't fix, huh?

Hey, what do you think
the chances are of me getting either?

Faint.

[Moody coughing]

[chuckles]

Something funny?

I find it amusing you think
you're better than me.

Not better.

Different.

[coughing]

See, most people are good, Mr. Hayes.

And occasionally,
they do something they know is bad.

Some people are bad,

and they struggle every day
to keep it under control.

Others are corrupt to the core
and just don't give a damn.

That would be me.

But evil?

Evil is a completely
different creature, Mr. Hayes.

Evil believes bad is okay,

its actions justified.

Violence divorced from conscience.

No matter what toll it takes,
or who it takes it upon.

And there, my friend,
is where we part ways.

I'm just a bad man
who's looking to pay for his sins.

I see.

So you're here
to clear your conscience first?

[laughing, coughing]

You'll never get out of here alive.

I never intended to.

One more thing.

You could have killed the old man.

Why didn't you?

That wasn't the plan.

[chuckles]

[coughs]

[groans]

[cell phone beeps]

[thunder rumbling]

[groaning]

[people screaming]

Stop! Stop!

- [girl 1] No!
- [girl 2] Mama!

No!

[girls screaming]

- Mama!
- Mama!

[man laughing]

[girls screaming]

[man singing, faint]
♪ How much I love you ♪

["Sea of Love" playing]

♪ Come with me, my love ♪

♪ To the sea, the sea of love ♪

♪ I wanna tell you ♪

♪ Just how much I love you ♪

♪ Come with me ♪

♪ To the sea ♪

♪ Of love ♪

♪ Do you remember ♪

♪ When we met? ♪

♪ Oh, that's the day
I knew you were my pet ♪

♪ I wanna tell you ♪

♪ Oh, how much I love you ♪

♪ Come with me ♪

♪ To the sea ♪

♪ Of love ♪

♪ Come with me, my love ♪

♪ To the sea, the sea of love ♪

♪ I wanna tell you ♪

♪ Oh, how much I love you ♪

[door opens]

What took you?

Stopped for a bite.

You just gonna stand there?

For now.

Doesn't have to be this way, Anna.

Not anymore.

We all have to pay
for our sins eventually.

Doesn't have to be today.

I'm tired.

I want peace.

And I can't have it
knowing you're out there.

What if I told you, you could?

Yeah.

Two in the back of the head,
then go have a sandwich.

You can't buy back your past, Anna.
You can't change where you came from.

But you can change where you're going.

Where would that be?

[two gunshots]