Atomic Blonde

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(TV clicks on)

RONALD REAGAN :
East and West

do not mistrust each other

because we're armed.

We're armed because we

mistrust each other.

Mr. Gorbachev,

tear down this wall.

(cheering and applause)

("Blue Monday '88"

by New Order plays)

(grunting and panting)

- (grunting)

- (tires squealing nearby)

(tires squealing)

(grunting)

How does it feel

To treat me like you do?

(yells, grunts)

When you've laid

your hands upon me

- (engine revving)

- And told me who you are

(tires squealing)

- (yelling)

- I thought I was mistaken

I thought I heard

- Your words

- (yelling in pain)

Tell me, how do I feel?

(playing over car stereo):

Tell me now, how do...

MAN (laughing):
James

f***ing Gascoigne.

How did you find me?

Maybe you're not as good at

this spy sh*t as you think.

It was Satchel, wasn't it?

Satchel gave me up.

(groans, pants)

I always thought,

if I got tagged,

it would be by the best.

But you're not the best,

are you, Bakhtin?

You're the biggest

f***ing c*nt in the KGB.

(chuckling)

Sticks and stones, Jimmy.

(gunshot echoing)

(ticking)

(grunting)

(splash)

(sighs)

(ice cubes clinking)

(gasping breaths)

("Cat People" by

David Bowie plays)

See these eyes so green

(light clicks, buzzes)

I can stare

For a thousand years

Colder than the moon

It's been so long

And I've been

putting out fire

With gasoline

See these eyes so red

Red like jungle

burning bright

Those who feel me near

(car horn honks)

Pull the blinds

And change their minds

It's been so long

Still this pulsing night

A plague I call a heartbeat

Just be still with me

You wouldn't believe

What I've been through

You've been so long

Well, it's been so long

And I've been putting

out the fire

With gasoline

Putting out the

fire with gasoline.

ATOMIC BLONDE:

(buzzing, ringing)

(lock clunks, buzzes)

(lock clunks, buzzes)

That's a nasty black eye.

Where's C?

Given the scale of

recent world events,

C will not be joining us.

Yes, of course.

(tape recorder clicks, hums)

(lock clunks and

buzzes, door opens)

The voices on record

are the following:

Myself, Senior Directorate

Officer Eric Gray;

Our American guest,

Emmett Kurzfeld

of the U.S. Central

Intelligence Agency;

And returning British

Operational Officer

Lorraine Broughton.

Before we begin, sir,

may I formally request

that Mr. Kurzfeld be removed

- from the debriefing.

- Request denied.

What I have to tell you, sir,

is not for the CIA to hear.

Lorraine, you are the

subject of this debriefing,

- not its controller.

- I understand that.

KURZFELD :
I was

there, in Berlin.

And I'm here with the full

executive authority of Langley.

If it'd make you

more comfortable,

I could stand behind the

mirror with everybody else.

But it's a little

crowded back there.

(quietly):
Cocksucker.

What did you say?

I didn't say anything.

I'm sorry. Did you say

something, Lorraine?

Did you hear me say something?

- I thought you said something.

- What did she say?

LORRAINE :
What?

(Kurzfeld sighs)

Well...

do you want to play

the tape back?

(sighing):
Well, then...

Shall we begin?

Berlin.

What happened?

Yeah.

(chuckles softly) Berlin.

(inhales deeply)

(long exhale)

F***.

(thunder rumbling)

GRAY :
Ah. Lorraine.

Sorry to bring you in

on such short notice.

You know C.

- Yes.

- We were just going over your file.

I see your Russian is excellent.

An expert in escape and evasion.

Proficient in

intelligence collection

and hand-to-hand combat.

It's an impressive

set of skills.

Knowing the Reds as I do,

she'll need to use every

damn one of them.

I'll get straight to the point.

How well do you know

James Gascoigne?

Enough to say hello.

We worked together

- in Istanbul in '85.

- He's dead.

Gascoigne was killed last

night on a mission in Berlin.

GRAY :
The West German Police

fished his body out of

the Spree this morning.

And the coroner extracted

a 7.62 Tokarev round

from the base of his skull.

Soviets.

Yesterday, Gascoigne met

with a Stasi officer,

code-named Spyglass.

We promised Spyglass immunity

in exchange for a

document on microfilm,

code-named "the list."

Hidden in a Swiss

watch, no less.

The list contains every

active clandestine officer,

all their shady deals.

It's an atomic bomb

of information

that could extend the Cold

War for another 40 years.

And we believe the man that

killed Gascoigne now has it.

Our sources point

to Yuri Bakhtin,

a KGB hatchet man with more

than a dozen confirmed kills.

LORRAINE :
So you

want me in Moscow?

No.

Bakhtin never got on the flight.

So he's still in Berlin,

along with the list.

Everyone's hunting for it.

The Yanks, the Frogs.

Soviets, of course.

GRAY :
And our man, Percival.

Who's Percival?

David Percival.

He's our number one in Berlin.

(slide projector clicks)

He's your point of contact now.

Fight the power!

Fight the power...

Straight from the tit

of the Virgin Mary.

We got to fight the

powers that be

As the rhythm's

designed to bounce

What counts is

that the rhyme's

Designed to fill your mind

Now that you realize

the pride's arrived

We got to pump the

stuff to make us tough

From the heart, it's a

start, a work of art

To revolutionize, make a

change, nothing's strange...

The Jordache wasn't easy.

It's for my wife's birthday.

That's really nice.

Now, where's that f***ing list?

I gave the microfilm to

Gascoigne last night.

James didn't show up.

I did my part.

I gave him the list.

You have to get me and

my family across.

It's not safe for

us anymore here.

The Russians are onto me.

No list, no deal.

In order to fight the

powers that be...

- I risked everything.

- No list, no deal.

You listen to me, Spyglass.

Without that list, why

shouldn't I take you outside

and shoot you in

the f***ing head?

You are going to kill

a Stasi officer?

One that's about to

defect to the West? Yeah.

Without an embassy

to look after him,

Percival has gone

somewhat native.

C :
Gone f***ing feral.

Berlin is the Wild West.

If that bloody wall

comes crashing down,

we don't want to be under it.

If the Russians get that list,

we're all buggered sideways.

You're Elizabeth Lloyd.

A Cambridge-educated lawyer

sent by James Gascoigne's family

to retrieve the body and effects

of their recently deceased son.

Your mission is to

connect with Percival

and do whatever it takes

to get that list home.

C :
And remember, Lorraine,

this is highly sensitive.

Trust no one.

- (siren blaring)

- (indistinct shouting)

PERCIVAL :
Follow me!

Come, come, come!

Quickly! This way.

Tell me you made a copy.

- I memorized it.

- Memorized it?

Every single agent on that list?

Every Wednesday, you visit

the Penny Lane brothel.

Your favorite girl is Margot.

Her real name is Maria.

Maria?

All right, I'll get you across.

- You're a good man, Percival.

- F*** off.

I just want the

list. Once I've...

- Oh, f***.

- OFFICER :
Halt!

I'll be in touch.

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