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(stone scraping)

(air whooshing)

(dynamic music)

(film reel ticking)

(water splashing) (seagulls squawking)

(light instrumental music)

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(shots firing) (glass shattering)

(groans)

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(winces)

(door slams)

- Oh, shit.

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(music intensifies)

(fists thudding) (both groaning)

(gun cocks)

(shot firing) (body thuds)

(both grunting) (fists thudding)

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(glass shatters)

(bodies thudding) (both groaning)

(coughing)

(both gasping)

- What are you doin' after this?

- (exhales) No plans.

(dramatic music)

(laughing)

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(music intensifies)

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(music fades)

(water rippling) (birds chirping)

(intriguing music)

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- Good morning.

(Joe sighs)

We're having lunch with the Rousseau's.

- Who?

- The French couple.

We met them yesterday.

- Oh, great.

- What story should we tell them?

- You invited 'em.

- How about the OCD story?

That one's fun.

We haven't used it in awhile.

- Okay. (gun cocks)

But this time, you're the one with OCD.

You're better at it.

- Why was I mad at you?

- Uh, I think it works better when you don't say.

- Hm.

Come here.

I need help with my necklace.

(light music)

(music continues)

- Couldn't make these things any smaller, huh?

- It'll be nice to have lunch with another couple,

like normal people.

- That's us, normal people.

- Hm.

Are you feeling okay?

- Yeah.

Yeah, just had that dream again.

- Oh.

Prague?

- Hm.

- That was a fair fight.

- You sucker shot me.

- How do I look?

(Joe groans)

- Like you need to come back to bed.

(Lara giggles) (Joe groans)

(all laughing) (light music)

- Joe is one of those men who can't understand

how anyone could ever be mad at him.

- She was probably just sick of my shit.

- I was, I was.

I was sick of his shit and I decided

that it was time for him to go.

- Mm hm.

- So she takes all my clothes, she throws 'em on my bed,

tosses my suitcase at me.

- He's making me sound irrational.

- Please.

- So, my favorite part of this story.

- Lara has- - Joe has OCD.

- [Roland] Oh . (Bridgette gasps)

- I have OCD. - That's a problem.

- Yeah, just a little bit.

- Mild OCD. - Right.

- [Joe] Yeah.

- You're mildly obsessive compulsive.

- Oh my God. - Mm hm.

- I can see that a little bit.

- When he's packing, everything

has to be folded exactly the right way.

I mean, one wrong crease,

and he's gotta start the whole process over again.

- I do like clean lines. - I know you do.

- Yeah.

- So it took you, what,

four hours to fold all of your clothes?

And then by the end we were just so exhausted.

- Yeah, we were. - We just made up.

- We made up.

I mean, after she admitted she was overreacting.

- I was really tired and I just wanted

to go to bed, actually.

- Oh.

- So, where are you from originally?

- I grew up all over.

- I actually was raised in Brazil.

- Oh.

- My mom is Brazilian. - What?

- Yeah, I swear to you.

So, you are from Brazil and you are from?

- American.

- Okay.

So, how did you guys meet?

- Joe actually came to San Paulo on business.

- Mm hm.

- And he didn't know anything about the culture.

He introduced himself to me in Spanish.

- Ooh.

(Roland speaking in foreign language)

(Bridgette speaking in foreign language)

- (laughs) He said he screwed up

in Portuguese. - That's right.

- [Roland] Oh, yes.

- So, it seems you were destined to meet.

Destiny is an old French word, right?

Yeah, yeah.

Never heard of that one.

- Yeah. - Roland, how's your leg?

- Yeah, it's a sprain I'm afraid.

Quite painful, but...

- A mild strain.

Don't be dramatic.

- But at least I don't have to go

on this little trek in the woods.

- Roland hates nature.

- I just prefer not to interact with it, right?

(plane engine whirring) (light music playing)

- Well, you know, Bridgette, you should come with us.

- [Bridgette] Yeah?

- It's a wonderful idea.

- Yeah.

- It would be lovely.

- [Lara] Yeah. - Yeah.

Thank you.

- [Lara] Leave him at home.

(Bridgette laughs)

- Drink, don't be droll. - I'll order room service.

(wind whistling)

- You should get ready. Bridgette's gonna be here soon.

You still looking for that plane?

Whoever it is, they're not here for us.

It wouldn't be that obvious.

- Right.

I guess I'll just hang around

and pretend I have OCD all day.

- I'm sorry, it was too easy.

I saw your expression

when I invited Brigitte to come with us.

- Oh.

Oh, you mean Destiny?

She's great.

The best.

- Okay, I'll take that answer at face value.

- "Destiny.

It's a French word."

- I'll be right back.

- Brazil, huh?

(doorbell rings)

(hair dryer parts clattering)

(anticipatory music)

(device beeps)

(music continues)

Lara, how you doin' in there?

(door creaks) (music continues)

- So it's not us, it's a local issue,

but I'm on standby so I can't go on the tour.

- Fine, fine, we'll just go tomorrow.

- But then Bridgette would have to go alone.

- Oh, you mean you can't go, not we can't go?

- You should still go on the tour.

- This isn't a vacation.

You're workin' a mark.

- Honey, it's both.

- Huh.

(door closes)

(Joe exhales)

- Fine, fine, I'll go.

I'll go (sighs).

(music continues)

(music continues)

(gun cocks)

(Joe exhales)

- I don't want to impose. - Oh, no, no,

you're not imposing.

Joe's really looking forward to it.

- Really? - And I'm sure

I'll feel better after I just have a little nap.

- Ready? - Yeah.

- Good. - All right.

- Oh. - Mwah.

- Yeah. - Thank you.

- Gloves on. Bye.

(door opens)

(door closes) (anticipatory music)

(music continues)

(engine rumbling)

(Lara exhales)

- [Poppy] After World War II ended,

Sobchak returned from exile

to live out his days on his ancestral land.

It was in this modest house

that he wrote his most renowned works,

including "Worthy Adversary."

(anticipatory music)

(patrons chattering) (gentle music)

(music continues)

(plane engine whirring)

(suspenseful music)

(shot firing) (pilot screams)

- [Pilot] No, no!

(shot firing)

(dramatic music) (alarm blaring)

(indistinct chatter)

(plane engine whirring)

- [Poppy] Right this way.

- I didn't know there was an airport close to here.

- There's not.

(explosion booming)

- Is that hail?

(music continues)

(pensive music)

(anticipatory music)

(device beeping)

(music continues)

- Lara?

Lara?

That's near them, no?

The smoke and...

- I don't know.

(pensive music)

- Bridgette, you should go back to the resort.

It's not safe.

- No, I'm a doctor.

I can help.

- Please, go back.

- [Bridgette] What is it?

- What the hell?

- [Bridgette] What the fuck?

(music continues) (fire crackling)

(Bridgette coughs)

(music continues)

They got shot.

- Hey everyone, just go back to the resort, okay?

- Yes, that's a good idea.

I will wait for the police.

- Come, I'll get you to the resort.

- Joe, who did that?

Where's the person who did that?

- Yeah.

- Look at- - Just be careful.

- What are these markings?

What is that? - Oh, shit.

- He's a professional.

- Profession what?

(radio dispatcher chattering)

- (gasps) It's working.

Is that good?

Right?

- Yeah, not for me it's not (grunts).

(music fades) (birds chirping)

(door bangs)

- Oh, hey Joe.

Where'd you find this place?

(door closes)

What was this, a fuckin' Toys"R"Us or somethin'?

- Shit. - What do you got?

- [Kirby] We just picked up a floater.

- Okay.

- [Joe] Okay, just be careful.

- [Bridgette] What are these markings?

- [Joe] He's a professional.

- Yeah, and he's one of ours.

And he's been missing for five years.

- Who's the Frenchie?

- Ah, she's no match.

- Where are they?

- Poland.

We just picked that up off of a CESSNA Radio.

It's a DEA plane.

- Anybody from DEA reached out to us?

- No. His voice ain't

gonna match anything in their database.

Want me to send it over?

- Fuck no.

Get me the DEA file on the CESSNA

and get me a list of the closest arbiters, all right?

- Copy.

(anticipatory music) (engines rumbling)

- What are you doing?

- He might have swallowed it.

- Swallowed what?

- Whatever got him killed.

- No, Joe! (knife thuds)

(anticipatory music)

(music continues)

(flesh squelching)

- Come on.

Come on.

Go back to the resort.

- But I- - Hey,

the shooter's still out here.

Go.

Come on.

- [Bridgette] What is that?

- Flight pill.

(music continues)

(gentle music)

- Look, there they are.

- [Roland] You see them?

- No.

But everything must be okay,

otherwise they'd be running.

- Yeah, you say it, but you don't look very convincing.

(door slams)

- All right, we have five arbiters in the region.

- Okay.

Who's senior?

- (exhales) Chester.

(pensive music)

- Who else?

- Chester.

- I don't want to talk about Chester, okay?

Chester is messy.

- Well, he's less than two hours out.

- Lemme tell you a story.

Archibald? - Yeah.

- Guy on the tape,

five years ago he goes to Warsaw, routine work.

Nothing exotic.

He gets shot, kidnapped,

never resurfaces, never checks back in.

So, what do we do?

We list him as out of the office indefinitely

like we always do and boom, he's back.

- Do you think it's possible that he may have joined Alarum?

(engines rumbling)

(motorcycles revving)

(pensive music) (fire crackling)

- Just keep your mouth shut.

(music continues)

- We were waiting for the police.

- There isn't any need for the police.

(music continues)

What happened here?

- We were on the Sobchak tour when the plane crashed,

came to see if they needed any help.

- And did they?

- They were dead when we got here.

- You are quiet.

Why would an attractive woman like you

come into the woods looking for a crash?

You must be a nurse.

(Bridgette speaking in French)

- I speak French, too.

But I know you understand me.

You looked annoyed when I said you were a nurse,

and not a doctor.

(shot firing) (pensive music)

Do you speak French, too?

- No. French, they say that's destiny.

- Ah, you're American.

- Yeah.

- Did you take anything?

- No.

(gun cocks)

- You don't think I will shoot you too?

- Oh no, I think you'll shoot me.

they'll just search the plane first.

- And find what?

American stoicism.

I admire that quality.

What is your name?

- Joe.

- American Joe.

(Orlin speaking in foreign language)

- [Orlin] Fire!

(shots firing)

(dramatic music) (shot firing)

- [Roland] What was that?

- I'll be right back.

(device beeping) (anticipatory music)

(music continues)

- We have to go.

Roland, now. (Roland gasps)

Come on.

(bird calling) (music fades)

(phone ringing)

- Yeah?

- [Caller] Call home.

- Alright.

(singer singing indistinctly)

(line trilling)

Hello?

- [Secretary] Location?

- Slovakia.

Aren't I lucky?

- [Secretary] Status?

- I'm open for business.

- [Secretary] Excellent.

Please hold for the Director.

- Chester.

This is Burbridge.

We have a location on Archibald.

- Archibald? Wow.

We worked a lot together.

- Is that a conflict of interest?

- No, it's okay.

- Good.

I would like you to depart immediately.

- Okay.

- We think he's joined Alarum.

- Alarum?

Have you confirmed that?

- Well, it's not confirmed, but...

Please terminate him.

Chester?

- Right.

(phone beeps)

(Chester sighs)

(pensive music)

(door closes)

- Do you have anything they can use as a weapon?

- No. I don't know.

No, there's no weapons here that...

(glass shatters)

- Okay, listen, you hold the knife like this.

Roland, fuckin' pay attention to me.

You're gonna hold it like this.

You're gonna jam the knife right here.

You're gonna thrust it in as hard as you can.

You're gonna dig it in, you're gonna turn it.

You really wanna cut the whole neck open.

- Whose neck? What?

- Whoever comes through that door.

Lock the door behind me.

- What about Bridgette?

- If she's alive, Joe'll take care of her.

Roland, you have to focus.

Think about Bridgette, think about going home.

That's how you're gonna get through this.

- Yeah, yeah.

Okay. - Lock the door.

- (sighs) Yeah.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(anticipatory music)

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(motorcycle roaring)

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(shots firing)

(shooters groaning)

(energetic music)

(engine rumbling)

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(engine rumbling)

(guns firing) (engine rumbling)

(shots firing) (music continues)

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(engine rumbling)

(shots firing) (glass shatters)

(tires squealing)

(music continues) (engine rumbling)

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(engine rumbling)

(shots firing) (music continues)

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(shots firing) (music continues)

(firing continues)

- We identified a yellow jacket file, an assassin.

Codename Orlin.

- I've read that guy's file.

- Yeah, well, he was on the plane.

The exact plane that Archibald's voice showed-

- Why are all these computers 25 years old now?

- Yeah, well, I just wanted to put this out there.

I think they're workin' together.

- No, they're not working together.

Archibald never works with anybody.

- Yeah, well, this is what I'm thinkin'.

We have Orlin and Archibald already there.

Chester is on his way, right? - Yeah.

- Who the fuck knows what the DEA is gonna do?

We have an arbiter. - Uh huh.

- We have a yellow jacket

and a possible member of Alarum.

- Okay, yeah. - Yeah, so I'm just thinkin'.

It feels like we're building a bomb.

- Great, whose bomb is it?

- Ours. - Your bomb, okay?

Fuck.

(anticipatory music) (engine rumbling)

(music continues)

- You go any further,

he'll pick your men apart one by one.

You run out of men before he runs out of bullets.

- What should we do?

(pensive music)

(music continues)

- American Joe!

I think you understated your military training!

I'm sending my men to the resort.

I assume you did not come here alone.

The person waiting for you will be dead by morning.

(music continues)

(music continues)

Leave a few of your men scattered as snipers.

You and the rest come with me to the resort.

(Krol speaking in foreign language)

(engines rumbling) (car doors slamming)

(engines revving)

(helicopter engine whirring)

(alarm beeping)

- These are the location coordinates you provided.

- Are we near the town? - Just behind us a bit.

- You can put it down now. - Copy that.

- Hey, what do your wife and kids think

about you flying all the time?

Do they ever get nervous?

- No, Sir, I'm not married.

(anticipatory music)

(engine rumbling)

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(latches clicking) (music continues)

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(device beeping)

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(fire crackling)

(music continues)

(pensive music)

(engine rumbling)

(music continues)

- The American did not return to forest.

We think he's headed for village.

(device beeps)

- He's looking for resources to fight.

Send some men.

Tell the rest of your men to go from cabin to cabin.

Grab the guests.

Bring them here.

- The authorities have probably been contacted.

- My employer will handle that.

Nobody is coming for these people.

(fist banging)

- [Lara] Roland, it's me.

- Lara?

- [Lara] Hurry up, Roland.

- I'm coming .

- Okay.

Can you run on that ankle?

Come on, I need quick answers.

Yes or no?

- No, it's gonna hurt too much.

- Get under the bed. Go on.

When soldiers come in here, you don't make a sound.

You stay still.

Get down. - What soldiers?

- Hurry up.

(blinds whooshing)

(light bulb spinning)

(bell ringing) (engine rumbling)

(anticipatory music)

(music continues)

- Come on, come on, come on.

(man groaning)

(music continues)

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(engine rumbling)

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(car doors slamming)

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(door creaking)

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(soldier grunts)

(shots firing)

- [Soldier] Hey, hey.

(both grunting) (fists thudding)

(blood gushing)

(Lara panting)

(music continues)

(glass shatters)

(music continues)

(bag rustling) (music continues)

(Joe exhales)

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(Joe exhales)

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(intercom beeps)

- [Secretary] Deputy Director,

we have somebody on the house line for you .

Somebody named Archibald.

- Put him through.

- [Secretary] Go ahead for the Director.

- Hello, Burbs.

- Hey, Archie.

What, it's been like five years.

You takin' the long way home?

- It's Joe now.

- Well, excuse me.

Where are you?

- Come on, you know where I am.

- So what's the play, Joe?

- What do you know about the plane?

- Joe, gimme one second.

- Kirby, gimme the yellow jacket file

on Archibald's last target in Prague.

Joe, we are actually assembling data on the plane right now.

- You know Orlin's here?

- You know he was on the plane before it went down.

There was chatter here that you

and he might be working together,

and of course I reassured everyone that

that could not possibly be the case.

- Well, it's not.

But I do know why he was on that plane.

- And now you show me your cards.

- You know I watched Orlin gut one of the pilots.

- He pulled a flash drive from a man's stomach.

- [Ronald] Okay.

Flight pill?

- I don't know what's on it,

but I do know if Orlin is involved it must be important.

Who chartered the plane, huh?

DEA?

- We're thinkin' along those lines.

- Tell you what, call off Chester.

Gimme a few hours, I'll retrieve the flash drive.

- In exchange for what?

- I want you to forget about me.

- Yeah.

I tell you what,

we will forgive you your sins

in exchange for the flash drive

if you tell me your exact relationship with Larissa Moss.

- I married her.

- You fuckin' what?

- Tell Chester to meet me at Trekker Hunting.

It's down the street from his hotel.

- Wait a second, you...

(phone dings)

(phone ringing)

(Ronald laughs)

(dramatic music) (engine rumbling)

(door closes)

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- Parked the Jeep in the forest 10 meters due east.

If another Jeep pulls up out front, they shouldn't see it.

If they come looking for their men,

they're gonna see the dead bodies.

Then they're gonna assume that you took

the Jeep and you fled.

I don't know who's out there or how many there are.

We should be safe here for now.

Get in the wardrobe.

You're gonna hide in there.

You're not gonna move.

You're not gonna make a sound.

- Okay.

- You got the keys to the Jeep.

We only use it as a last resort.

- Why are you helping me, Lara?

- That doesn't matter now.

- Archibald

married the assassin

who shot - Oh, shit.

- and kidnapped him.

- Well, if that's true, then she's gotta be there.

- Yeah, and guess what?

You get to call your friends in the DEA.

- So you want me to reopen the yellow jacket file?

- Absolutely. We have to find out A,

who she's working for,

and B, if she in fact is working Archibald.

- Well, maybe they're just both working for Alarum.

(phone ringing)

(anticipatory music)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Well, I think I officially jinxed the trip.

Never should have said literary museum sounds boring.

- Where are you?

- The town about 10 miles north.

- [Lara] Orlin's here.

- Yeah, yeah, Chester too.

What's the plan?

- Let's rendezvous at the Sobchak house.

- Oh, you'll be underwhelmed.

- Can you go there now?

- I got somethin' to take care of first,

then I'll come.

- Stay alive.

(line humming) (music continues)

- [Ronald] Suspend your mission.

Give Archibald enough time

to retrieve the flight pill.

- Okay.

And after he retrieves it?

- [Ronald] Archibald cannot come home again.

If Larissa Moss is there, eliminate her too.

- You got it.

(phone beeps) Moron.

(soft music)

- What? - How?

- What the fuck?

(bystanders chattering softly)

- [Bystander] Strange.

(chattering continues) (music continues)

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- Oh.

How you doin', kid?

- This vacation's goin' great.

(Chester chuckles)

Burbridge send you here to cheer me up?

- He did.

He said you're lookin' for some stupid thing,

like a flight pill.

You haven't found it yet, have you?

- Nope.

- Perfect.

I'll help you find it.

- Perfect.

- Yeah. - You look tired.

- Hey, do not judge your book by its cover.

So, you quit?

Did you join Alarum?

- Would it even matter?

- No, no, I'm just being curious.

I'm just chit chattin' and all that shit.

Whoa, vodka.

This is what the doctor ordered.

How 'bout we toast our rekindled friendship.

Here we go.

A toast to hell.

May our stay there, be as much fun as our way there again.

Mm.

- That your work?

- It is, yeah.

- What'd you use?

- I cannot tell you (laughs) my friend,

because you're not part of the club anymore.

- Oh, right.

- Mm hm.

- Friendly on the helicopter?

That's gotta be some kind of bad mojo.

- I don't think so. I mean,

he wasn't married and there's no collateral damage.

- Hm. - I wanna ask you somethin'.

Why are you trying so hard to retrieve this flight pill?

You think it's gonna be your ticket home?

- No.

- Good, you're smart 'cause it's encrypted.

You're never gonna crack it.

You, me, nobody.

- My wife's at the resort.

I need help.

- For what?

- Orlin's here.

- He's here?

That fool's still around.

Burbridge forgot that part.

I'm gonna have to raise my rates.

Excuse me.

I gotta freshen up.

(door closes) (Joe sighs)

(pensive music)

(air hissing) (music continues)

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Whew.

Oh. - What is it?

- What is what?

I was in there freshening up.

- Oh, come on, Chester.

I'm not that outta practice.

What is it?

Is it new?

- Hm.

Yeah, it's definitely new.

That poor chopper pilot was the test subject.

- And?

- It's the worst stuff we've ever made.

Quick but painless.

Really?

Don't get stuck.

(glass shatters)

(glass crunching)

Was that necessary?

(tires squealing)

(pensive music) (car doors slamming)

Hey, you wanna put that gun down?

We're friends here.

I'm here to help you.

- Right.

(music continues)

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(device beeping) (music continues)

(beeping continues) (music continues)

(gun cocks) (music continues)

When I checked in here, the old man at the desk said,

"What's in the bag?"

Hey, you're slippin'.

This is bad luck to leave liquor in a glass.

- And you think it's a good idea to drink before a shootout?

- I can't think of a better time in theory.

- All right.

- Mm.

Ah.

This is an AA-12.

Now, the only flaw with this weapon

is that makes everything too easy.

So, why don't you put that peashooter down

and pick up one of these

and let's cause some damage.

There you go. (gun cocks)

- Good to work with you again, Chester.

- Yeah, yeah.

(shots firing)

(body thudding) (anticipatory music)

(Krol speaking in foreign language)

(Krol speaking in foreign language)

(Krol's throat clears) (music continues)

- They refuse to go after American.

- Why do they think it's an option not to fight?

- He has heavy artillery.

(cigarette sizzling)

(cigarette tapping)

- Tell them I'm on my way.

(phone ringing)

- Hey, Chris.

- [Chris] Ronald, how are you?

- What's up, man? What do you think of the new place?

- You've done a great job, man.

- (laughs) Thank you. I did it all myself (chuckles).

Oh, you look good. - Thanks, buddy.

But I need you to tell me what information

you have on my 206.

- Oh. Well, what information do you have on the flight pill?

- Buddy, I'm not that easy.

Ronald, why don't you start?

What kind of classified bullshit triggered this meeting?

A loose arbiter?

No?

We need that flash drive back.

Strictly DEA. Has nothing to do with you guys.

- Oh, really? That will be determined

when I get my eyes on the flash drive,

and I've got people looking for it right now.

And believe me, I will be taking a close look at it

before I turn it back over to you.

- Well, that's assuming that you guys get it.

- Kirbs, gimme a second.

- Thanks, buddy.

- Chris, I was hoping you

and I could work together on this.

- We can man, I'm here.

I'm listening, but you gotta gimme somthin'.

- Okay. - Yeah.

- Here's what I'm dealing with.

I've got an ex arbiter that I think has joined Alarum.

- Are you tellin' me Alarum exists?

Is that what the company's feeding you guys?

- Yes.

- What are these guys?

- I don't know, maybe. - Rogue spies, vigilantes?

- I don't fucking know. - Who the fuck are they?

- But listen to me.

The intelligence indicates yes.

- Oh, that changes the game, doesn't it?

- Yeah. Basically it means I'm fucked.

Okay look, I can't tell you everything I know,

but I will tell you everything that I can.

All right?

- Sure.

- So I want you to take a look at this

'cause I'm adding one name to this list today.

- This is a Alarum's suspected roster?

- Yeah.

- Fuck, man.

What do these guys want?

- Well, if you believe the rumors,

they want to tear down the tyranny

of the global intelligence network.

(pensive music)

(shot firing) (soldier groans)

(pensive music)

(hostage panting)

(soldier groaning) (music continues)

- It's okay, I'm here to help.

- Oh, thank God. - Be quiet.

I'll be back.

- You can't just leave us.

(Lara straining)

- Oh, there it is.

The English, unattractive.

- Yeah, well, you wouldn't win the prize anyway, huh?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(objects banging)

Did you hear that?

(pensive music)

(Krol speaking in foreign language)

- Someone cut off yours Yuri's dick.

Someone cut off- - I see that.

Someone's trying to intimidate you.

(body part thuds)

- It's working.

(Krol speaking in foreign language)

(suspenseful music)

(music continues)

(object thuds) (soldier groaning)

(body thudding) (music continues)

(music continues)

Go get hostages.

I will execute them one by one

until coward comes out of hiding!

(music continues)

(music continues)

(soldiers groaning) (dramatic music)

(shots firing) (soldiers groaning)

- Hands up!

Turn around.

Slowly.

Check her.

(suspenseful music)

(soldiers grunting) (dramatic music)

(Lara grunting)

(music continues)

(fist thudding) (soldiers groaning)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(knife thuds) (blood gushing)

(Lara exclaims)

(fists thudding) (Lara grunting)

(feet thudding) (Lara groaning)

(Krol speaking in foreign language)

(Lara gasping) (music continues)

(engine rumbling) (music continues)

(tires squealing)

(music continues)

- Why are your men hiding when I am paying them to fight?

- The American, he has help.

There are two in there.

- Two Americans against all your men.

- And their weapons are much better-

- Shh.

Bring your men here.

- Come, come.

Come.

- You are afraid of what is in there?

Take your men.

Wait for me at the hotel entrance.

Go.

(shots firing)

(shell casings clattering) (pensive music)

Do you understand now?

Hm?

You will die out here if you refuse to fight.

Better to take your chances in there.

(car door opens)

(shots firing)

(shell casings clattering)

I am what you must fear.

The American may offer you death,

but I guarantee it.

- (groans) What's Orlin doing?

- He's killing his own men.

- That figures.

God, I'm hungry.

I don't know about you, but I need some

pancakes, a French toast.

Fun food, something.

Whoa.

Who worked you the fuck over?

- [Joe] Got that five years ago.

- Well, I hope you killed him.

- [Orlin] All men, over here!

- Married her, actually.

- What?

Come on.

- It was before she knew me.

- Oh, guys, somehow I feel happy for you

and bad for you at the same time.

- We have a very good marriage counselor.

- How do you know she's not playing you?

Even though it would be a perfect ending

that you're the dumb Pooh bear who fell into the honey pot.

- Well, she was already a double agent when we met, so.

At least it's not boring.

- Right.

And then she joined Alarum, right?

- Yes.

- Hm, what about you?

- No, no, I wanted out, so I'm out.

But here I am stuck in this shit with you anyway.

- (chuckles) She'll get to you kid.

She'll convince you for sure.

- Oh, yeah, well, she's tryin'.

Hm, I think it's time.

- What's he doin' now?

- Yeah, he hasn't taken his position yet.

- Yeah, well, he'll let his men be up front.

He is a coward.

- Yeah. - Oh, God damn.

My back, my back is tight.

You do me a favor, Arch, seriously.

It's embarrassing.

Could you pull me up just a little bit?

It locks up.

Hate to admit that. - Jesus Christ.

Come on. - Thank you.

- Ah, shit! (syringe squirts)

(pensive music)

You crazy bastard.

- Sorry, kid.

You got about an hour.

- Antidote?

- Not for you .

- Chester, you said you'd help me.

Chester?

- I'm here, right?

And you won't be able to do this alone.

So, your wife's got an hour.

Don't waste it.

(shots firing)

Not for nothin'.

The final hour won't be boring.

(anticipatory music)

- When you go in, do not stop.

This is not your home.

Inflict as much damage as you can.

If your bullets do not kill them,

the shattering glass will cut them,

or the exploding walls will distract them.

If we have to, we will demolish the building

until it crashes down on them.

Shoot the windows.

(shots firing) (glass shattering)

These assassins operate in controlled chaos.

We are not here to unleash chaos, we are here to define it.

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Go, go, go!

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(shots firing)

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(shot firing) (soldier groans)

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(shots firing)

(soldiers groaning)

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- Get down.

(Joe speaking indistinctly)

- Time to move.

- More.

- More .

(shots firing) (music continues)

- Go!

(wall clattering) (music continues)

(Joe groaning)

- Ever use a frag grenade?

No?

Impressive.

(Joe groans)

(grenade explodes)

- [Joe] Shit.

- What?

You had it the whole time, Arch?

- Chester, Chester. (Chester groaning)

(fist thuds)

Chester!

- (groans) No.

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(indistinct singing)

- There.

(Lara coughs)

You Americans think you're the only

well trained killers in the world.

- I'm German. - Oh.

- And I'm the best trained killer in the world.

- Yuri was my friend.

- Who's Yuri?

- The man you mutilated.

(fist thuds) (Lara gasps)

(pensive music)

What is this?

(Lara spits)

You can stop this by calling American.

Tell him to turn over flash drive.

- He's my husband. - Oh.

- And nobody can make him do anything.

(Krol chuckles)

(Krol speaking in foreign language)

- Perhaps you can explain situation to him in a way

that he will understand. (knife scrapes)

- Okay.

Gimme the SATCOM and I'll explain it to him.

- Show me before you send.

(device beeping)

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(device beeping)

(explosion booming) (soldiers yelling)

(rubble clattering)

(shots firing) (soldiers groaning)

(dramatic music)

(both grunting) (fists thudding)

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(chair thuds)

(grunting continues) (music continues)

(knife scrapes)

(both groaning)

(blood gushing) (Lara groans)

(pensive music)

(Lara gasping) (music continues)

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(Krol groaning) (gun thuds)

- Who do you work for (groaning)?

- (laughs) I'm not working.

I'm on my honeymoon.

- (grunting) You work for them?

(Lara gasping)

- Alarum.

- Alarum?

- It means to call to arms.

We don't work for a single country or government.

We work for ourselves (panting).

- Is it too late to join?

(Lara panting) (Krol groaning)

(pensive music)

(knife clinks)

(Krol groaning) (blood spluttering)

(Lara exhales)

- Your application's denied.

- There is a French citizen staying at the resort.

A Roland Rousseau.

His bank is suspected of laundering money

for an arms dealer.

- Okay. - He's pretty clean himself but,

you know Alarum. They could be

actively recruiting him to join the group.

- That bolsters the idea that Archibald and Moss

are working for Alarum.

- Maybe. But let's say

Archibald finds the flash drive,

turns it over to foreign intelligence or Alarum.

What are we lookin' at?

Bottom line.

- Bottom line? - Mm hm.

- Half of the network's operation can get unmasked.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Say that again. - You heard me.

Half of the network's operation can get unmasked.

Yeah.

This flash drive needs to come home or disappear.

You pick.

- Hey, guess what?

You get to target Archibald's coordinates.

- Holy smoke, God damn it.

(shots firing) (dramatic music)

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(soldiers grunting)

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God!

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(shots firing)

(soldier grunts) (grenade clatters)

Shit.

(explosion booming)

(Joe coughing)

(pensive music)

(gun clatters)

(grunts) Shit.

- American Joe.

- You again (exhales).

- I underestimated you.

- Oh.

- What is your field name?

- A little weak comin' in at the end, don't you think?

Never trade longevity for bravado.

- Yeah, yeah.

I worked under Archibald.

- Yes, I've heard of you.

You disappeared.

- I quit (sighs).

- Bad timing for all this then, eh?

- Yeah.

- Where is the flash drive?

- What's on it?

- What does it matter to people like us?

- Chester, he has it.

- Chester.

He's a part of the Old Guard.

Why is he...

The Americans sent him to kill you.

- Yeah, appears that way (grunts).

- And now where will he go?

- Back to the lodge, try to kill my wife (exhales).

- We're both double crossed tonight.

It should have been a simple exchange,

but an undercover DEA agent overplayed his hand.

Thought he had me trapped by altitude.

- Wait, wait, I'm sorry.

You shot down a plane you were in.

- Why not?

I was the only one with the parachute.

- (laughs) Shit.

- I have no use for intricate strategies, huh?

Barbarism works.

- Yeah, clearly.

You can't leave without the flash drive.

Job's binding.

You're gonna need help with Chester.

Your local guys can't handle him.

(pensive music)

(music continues)

- Not a full cease fire.

A recess, yes?

- Until the bell rings (groans).

- Yes.

- Yeah, yeah.

Joe. (fingers snapping)

All right.

Yeah, great.

Okay. - Yeah.

- Drone the strike is set.

Chris, thanks for comin' by.

I need a minute with Agent Kirby here, okay?

See you guys. - See you next time.

- See you guys. - All right, take care. Yeah

Okay, we need a cleaning crew on the ground.

I want to be first when this thing is over, okay?

They don't get the credit

when we've done all the dirty work.

- Got it.

I'll find a local company.

- Keep it simple. - Yeah.

- If money's a problem, tell them we write

the biggest checks.

If they need their asses kissed-

- We got the biggest lips.

- Look at you with the fuckin' jokes, all right?

No U.S. equipment can be used, all right?

- All right, cool.

Look, I've already found a charter company,

Ascendia Charters.

- Excellent. All right.

Tap into the sweetener fund for our Polish friends.

It is very important

that our complete non-involvement

is understood and appreciated.

Okay, you got that?

- Copy. - All right.

- Hey, we need a cleaning crew on the ground.

Yeah. Find out who in the area can get us access.

(phone beeps)

- Yeah?

- [Secretary] I have Ascendia Charters on the line.

There's a problem.

You have to hear it for yourself.

- Okay.

Hello, this is Ronald Burbridge

with the National Clandestine Service

of the United States of America.

What is the fucking problem?

- Just like I told your friend.

I have a team of local cleaners and one helicopter.

- Fine, I only need one helicopter.

- (laughs) Look, your name alone isn't enough anymore.

- [Secretary] Sir, the problem is that

we're not the only bidder.

- Excuse me?

- Four of you, one whirl.

I've got a guy from another United States agency.

He won't even give me his name or tell me where he's from.

- Okay, fine, we'll outbid all of them.

- (laughs) That's what you all are saying.

Galligaskins.

Look it up.

(receiver clicks)

(cleaner sighs)

- Oh, fuck!

Send Kirby in here.

Jesus Christ!

- [Secretary] Sir, there's an Archibald on the line for you.

He says it's urgent.

His phone's about to die.

(Ronald chuckles)

- Yeah, he always says that

when he's gonna hang up on me.

Patch him through.

- [Secretary] Go ahead for the Director.

- You lied to me.

- Hey, would you hold on a second.

What's the status of the drone strike?

- Strike's impending.

(button clicks)

- Hello, Joe.

You know how we deal with traitors?

- No, I never compromised my country.

- For a foreign agent?

- She follows the same code as we do, you know that.

- Oh, yeah.

What code is that?

Alarum?

- (scoffs) Right.

You know what?

I really tried to stay outta the fray on this, I did.

So I'll tell you what.

After I kill Chester, I'm comin' for you.

- I happen to know that Chester has the flash drive.

I also happen to know that Chester gave you

a shot of KR-45,

and that you will be dead before dinner.

(line clicks)

- He didn't take the bait?

- No, I didn't even have time to give it.

- Just your location.

- Yeah, but that doesn't do him any good.

He can't get men here in time.

He doesn't trust Chester to bring it back.

He's gonna kill us all.

- He's in the village. - Okay.

- He's gonna head for the resort,

so have the drones light up the travel routes.

- Yeah, we just got word.

The hostages escaped.

- (laughs) That makes no fuckin' sense.

- Yeah.

- Or maybe, I guess it does because it's

a whole fuckin shit show. - Shit show.

- Yeah.

One more thing. - Yeah?

- I want you to add a little finisher to the drone strike?

- Copy.

- Let's light it up.

Make it a burn zone.

- Yeah.

(anticipatory music)

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(cork pops)

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(Lara gasping)

(Lara panting)

(music continues)

(table thuds) (vase shatters)

(Lara coughing) (music continues)

(Lara straining)

(Lara coughs)

(music continues)

(Lara groaning)

(Lara coughs)

(drones whizzing)

(Lara gasping) (pensive music)

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(drones whizzing) (music continues)

(Lara coughs)

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(drones whizzing)

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(shots firing)

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(drones beeping)

(shots firing) (music continues)

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(shots firing) (music continues)

(drones beeping)

(shots firing) (music continues)

(glass shattering) (music continues)

(Joe grunting)

- Shit.

Lara?

Hey, they're comin' back.

- They are heat seekers.

- Fire, fire.

- Fire, yes, yes, yes, yes.

- His books, his books.

Come on.

Light? - Yes.

Yes. - Yeah.

You know, historically this whole burn

a book thing doesn't work out for people.

(anticipatory music)

(music continues)

Come on.

(music continues)

(shots firing) (music continues)

(music continues)

See anything?

- No.

(music continues)

(drone whizzing)

Hey!

(shots firing) (music continues)

(Joe groans)

(Joe groaning)

- Fuck!

(shots firing) (music continues)

- We gotta get outta here.

We gotta get outta this fuckin' house.

Let's go. Fuck.

Come on.

(dramatic music)

(Orlin coughing)

(shots firing) (music continues)

(drone whizzing) (music continues)

(shots firing) (music continues)

(drone explodes)

- Got him.

- Yes, you did, American Joe.

Congratulations.

As I said before, barbarism works.

(shots firing) (music continues)

- Run!

(missiles whizzing) (dramatic music)

(explosion booming) (music continues)

(sullen music) (fire crackling)

(music continues)

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What are you doing' after this?

- No plans.

(music continues)

No plans. - Yeah, me too.

(water splashing)

- (gasping) No, don't look at me like that.

You're lying.

- All right, I'll accept that answer at face value.

Let's get you down here.

Let's go home, okay?

Hey, you can shave my head, ink me up.

Hey, hey, hey, you hear me?

Come on, come on, stay with me.

I'm in, okay?

- You're gonna need references (chuckles).

- No good. (Lara gasping)

- About time.

Took you long enough.

It's almost time, Arch.

Sorry.

- How much time do I have?

- Just about a minute.

It's not exact.

- Well, you mind?

- I need you to throw the pistol.

- One more time .

- Clock's running.

(gun clattering)

- All righty.

- What, what?

- I (coughing)...

For awhile. - Awhile?

- I lied.

- What does he mean you only have a minute?

- Poison.

He stuck me.

- What?

Where is it?

- He thinks.

(Lara gasping)

- [Lara] What?

(Chester groans)

- How?

How?

Oh.

- You know, Chester, I saw that pilot die.

(Chester exhales)

I knew it was some kind of poison.

I really did (groans).

And then, you know, I had time to go look

through your hotel room.

- Yeah, I knew that stuff in the vial

looked like water when I tried to put it in the syringe.

Oh, shit.

Oh, fuck (exhales).

You put it in the vodka.

Good, smart.

- You never did leave a glass un-drunk.

(Joe chuckles)

- Gimme the anecdote.

Come on. - This?

- Give it to me.

- Oh, come on.

- Listen, you're gonna need help.

If you're goin' to war against Burbridge,

you're gonna need friends.

You don't have any, I'm just saying.

Oh, God damn.

Look, Burbridge betrayed me too.

Be nice.

Give me the antidote and I'll join the team, I promise.

I'll kill as many of 'em as I can.

I'll kill 'em all.

You know, I mean that, Arch.

Come on.

Fuck it, I deserve it.

You win.

Just take off.

- You do deserve it.

You do, but I need you.

So you're gonna bring every black bag there is.

- I'll bring 'em all.

Good move.

Good move, Arch.

(helicopter engine whirring)

- Ah, shit.

Here's the cleanup crew.

(Chester groaning)

- Help, help.

That's help.

- It works.

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