American Ultra Page #5

Am I real?

Yes, you're real.

Are your parents really dead?

Okay, how much of everything

that you've ever told me

is just a complete lie?

Not everything is a lie.

No, please don't use

your grown-up voice with me.

I'm not.

Okay... No. I was in love with you.

I am in love with you...

I don't even know who you are!

F***, Mike!

No, you don't get to like,

fake cry with me, okay.

They probably like train you

how to do this, don't they?

To f*** with my emotions.

Okay, well stop it.

Please stop it.

Hey! Hey! Stop it, okay!

F***ing stop it!

I'm not lying anymore.

Just give me one chance.

- I'm not going to lie to you, okay?

- Okay.

Get out.

No. No, Mike.

Phoebe, get out of my car.

I can't...

- Get out of my car, okay!

- I can't...

- Get out of my car!

- It's my f***ing car!

No! Get out of the car! Okay!

Phoebe...

Phoebe!

Phoebe!

I'm supposed to bring you in alive.

Lucky you!

Sh*t.

F***!

No, no, no.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Phoebe! Phoebe!

Phoebe!

I'm going to do something very bad.

Phoebe!

Sh*t! What is that?

It smells like gas!

- Gas!

- No! No!

F***! No! No! No, don't!

F***! Man!

I f***ing hate you, man!

Well, I f***ing hate you too, man!

Sh*t! No!

- Hey, I wanna show you something!

- No, no, no.

Hey, wake up.

Hey, wake up!

I said I wanna show you something.

Look!

Mike! Mike!

Sir!

Well, if it isn't

Miss Stockholm Syndrome 2010.

Yates. What the f*** are you doing here?

That's unprofessional.

Who's running this operation?

Since when did desk jockeys

like you run field ops?

Well, I guess that's the problem

with going dark for five years.

You kinda fall out of the loop

on a couple of things.

Do you have authorization at all?

Where's Krueger?

Phoebe Selburg,

she who'd rather suck some stoner's cock

than turn herself back in for debrief,

is going to question my authorization?

I've read your file.

You have no secrets from me!

Your boyfriend isn't real.

We made him.

I'm so sorry, that some lab-rat

made you cum a bunch of times

in the back of a Taco Bell!

Yeah, that's probably a good reason

to throw away your entire life!

Well, I guess it all worked out.

Because look where I am now.

In charge of a major operation.

And look where you are.

Under departmental arrest

for insubordination.

And your face is all messed up.

And I'm gonna get a promotion.

Your pathetic stoner boyfriend

has been burned alive.

Hey. Hey.

- It's okay. It's okay. Hi.

- Hi.

Mike, do you recognize me?

Do you know who I am?

Yeah, you're the woman from the market.

Yeah.

Do you really know who I am?

Are you my mother?

No.

Okay, you know what,

I gotta take you somewhere.

- No, no, no.

- We got to go someplace safe.

No, we have to. You're coming with me.

- No, I'm...

- No...

Stop. I'm not going anywhere

until you tell me

what the hell is going on with me, okay?

Who are you

and what did they do with my girlfriend?

Okay.

Do you remember

when you were arrested

when you were 18 for the acid?

That was when we first met.

I was recruiting people

for a program called Wiseman.

Which was basically designed

to take third strike misdemeanor offenders

and offer them the opportunity

to volunteer.

Volunteer? For what?

To be... To be an experiment.

An experiment?

Yeah.

That was a mistake.

No, but Mike, you worked.

All the other subjects that came in,

they were all failures.

But not you.

You were a success.

But it was driving you insane.

It was driving everybody insane.

The risks weren't worth the rewards.

So I shut it down,

and I gave you all

new lives and new identities.

- A fresh start here.

- Yeah.

So you erased my memories.

And you f***ed with my head.

And you left me here

with a fake girlfriend.

- No.

- No, Mike, Mike, wait.

This isn't who you always were.

The slow thinking,

the inability to leave town.

The phobias...

We did that to protect you.

- To protect me?

- Yeah.

Well, tell that to the guys

who are trying to kill me.

Who the f*** are those people?

Hey. You're the lady from TV!

Hey.

You f*** monkeys!

What?

Mike, where are you going?

Sir, asset Howell is still alive.

He and Agent Lasseter were spotted

at the gas station near Chestnut Street.

Sh*t!

- Hello?

- Hola, Petey.

I need a drone in the sky

in less than an hour.

Call me when it's entering my air-space.

- So you're going to blow up a civilian town?

- If I have to.

To catch one guy?

This is it, Pheebs.

The kid gloves are off.

It's fine. Go back to work!

Sir, new sighting.

Two subjects

heading east on Perryman Way.

They're going back to the house.

He's not just going

to go back to the house.

Mike can be a little slow sometimes,

but he's not a f***ing idiot.

Mike, I can't believe

you're going back to your house.

I'm going inside and I'm going to sleep.

He could have snipers

taking aim at us right now.

Really? Then shoot me, please!

So what? Why are you still here?

- I don't want you to die.

- Why?

Because...

Because I care about you, all right?

Okay, well I don't care, all right.

If I die, I'm going to do it stoned,

and smiling in my bed.

And you can stay or you can go.

Otis, I need you and Beedle

to go to the house

and confirm the location

of Lasseter and asset Howell.

Now, thank you, now!

Sir, yes, sir.

What the f*** are you looking at?

Who's Apollo Ape?

He's a monkey astronaut.

I made him up. He goes on adventures.

Hey, Mike, you know Phoebe

was supposed to come back in.

When you were in the program,

she always looked out for you.

As all the other assets kept failing,

you kept succeeding.

She had so much faith in you.

You were real to her.

She was just supposed to

get you settled into this town

and then she was going to be reassigned.

But she decided to stay with you.

She gave up everything,

her whole real life.

Just thought you should know that.

Miss Lasseter?

Come here.

Asset Howell confirmed on site!

Sir, asset Howell confirmed on site.

Requesting immediate backup.

Copy that.

Drone strike is a go, call it.

But what about Otis?

Drone strike is a go! Call it!

We are go for strike.

Roger, go for strike.

Agent Douglas, please confirm.

Go for strike.

Moving into attack position.

Okay. There you go. All right.

Sh*t! Okay, stay here.

Beedle!

Target lock in progress.

Waiting confirmation to strike.

Fire!

Agent Douglas,

please confirm deployment.

F***ing fire!

What the f*** is wrong with you!

Drop it now!

Drop it!

Now! Fire! Now!

Agent Douglas?

We're losing our target window.

- Do you copy? Agent Douglas!

- F***ing idiot!

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six,

- five, four, three, two...

- No, f*** you.

Target lock disengaged.

Predator satellite link down.

Ground station has lost

communication with the drone.

The old frying pan bullet trick.

Sh*t. Sh*t!

- This is Krueger.

- Hello, Mr. Krueger.

Do you have a minute?

All personnel evacuate.

All personnel evacuate.

Initiate immediate

non-combatant evacuation protocol.

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