Atomic Blonde Page #2

- Uh...

- (officer speaks German)

(speaks German)

Document. Document.

Oh, gee...

(grunting and groaning)

- (rapid gunfire)

- (officers shouting)

(siren blaring)

("Major Tom (Vollig Losgelost)"

by Peter Schilling plays)

(alarm ringing)

("Major Tom (Vollig Losgelost)"

continues, sung in German)

(grunting):
Oh, I'm

so f***ing late.

(sighs)

WOMAN (over P.A.): Welcome to.

Tempelhof International Airport.

Miss Broughton, Mr.

Percival was running late.

He sent me to pick you up.

Checked bags?

No, they've been sent.

Please, follow me.

(announcement plays

over P.A. in German)

(jet engine roaring nearby)

("Major Tom (Vollig Losgelost)"

playing over car stereo)

So... is this your

first time in Berlin?

Yes.

Well, it's a remarkable

time to be here.

Wonderful music,

superb nightlife,

marvelous restaurants.

You must try the Central

Cafe for a drink.

You'll need it later.

You remember Mr.

Bremovych, don't you?

Of course you do.

Well, he's very curious

what you're doing

here in Berlin.

- (grunting and groaning)

-

(gun firing)

DRIVER :
What the

f*** are you doing?

(gun fires, glass shatters)

(grunting)

(yells)

(yells, groans)

(tires squeal)

(groaning)

(tires squeal)

What the f*** are you doing?

(tires squeal)

(tires screeching)

Welcome to Berlin.

- I'm David...

- (gunshot)

Where the f*** were you?

Don't shoot. I-I've

got your shoe.

(strained grunting)

Let me help you with your bags.

Come on. (Grunts)

F***'s sake.

Russians are f***ing heavy.

LORRAINE :
Five minutes

on the ground,

- and I'm already made.

- You're not made, I hope.

- They knew my name.

- That's troubling.

- And yours.

- That's hardly surprising.

Great f***ing start, Percival.

(tires screeching)

So, what was your

first impression?

Of David?

Well...

he was handsome.

Late 30s.

Disastrous Sinead O'Connor hair.

Irish singer.

- Mmm.

- LORRAINE :
I asked him what the deal was with that,

and he said, "It's to blend in."

Want to touch it?

It's to blend in, in the East.

(tires squeal)

That was the Brandenburg

Gate, by the way.

I mean, how the f***

do the suits think

that you're going to be able

to help me find that list?

As soon as you pick

up Gascoigne's body,

they'll null and void your

visa, and you'll be on

- the first flight back home.

- I'll figure it out.

(sighs) That's

Checkpoint Charlie.

My office is just back there.

I'm not here to collect

postcards, Percival.

Just drop me at my hotel.

It's around the corner.

I thought you said you'd

never been to Berlin before.

I can read a f***ing map.

(chuckling):
This will

just take a minute.

(tires screeching)

What are you doing?

Sending a message to

that fascist pig.

(grunting)

(man groaning)

Say hello to Comrade

Bremovych for me.

(footsteps echoing)

Bremovych...

("99 Luftballons" by Nena

plays, sung in German)

(grunts)

(pounding and grunting continue)

BREMOVYCH :
Whoo!

- (grunts)

- (music stops)

REPORTER :
Tensions are high

in East Berlin tonight

as civil disobedience

continues to build momentum.

East Berlin's youth leaders

shout out their protests

through tear gas

and water cannons.

And there are numerous

reports of police

beating peaceful

demonstrators with batons.

How does it feel

To treat me like you do?

LORRAINE :
I've been

sent to arrange

the return of a British subject.

WOMAN :
The body was identified

by your attach.

Yes, I believe so.

This was not a question.

It was a statement.

How does it feel

To treat me like you do?

He was your colleague?

Different department.

- Which department?

- A different one.

You have the transfer papers?

LORRAINE :
You know those movies

where the picture just

starts to slow down...

- (projector clicking)

- and melt?

(sizzling)

Then catch fire?

Well...

that's Berlin.

CORONER:
The passport

number is incorrect.

I will not release this body

without the correct information.

LORRAINE :
It's a simple mistake.

CORONER:
Miss Lloyd, in Germany,

we don't make simple mistakes.

(grunting)

I'm not going to

lie, I'm impressed.

You've got some balls

breaking in here.

You should see my balls.

Then you'd be really impressed.

Hmm. I'll take your word for it.

I see you found a way to stay.

You wrote "16" when it

should have said "76."

That's right.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm here for at

least another week.

Lucky f***ing me.

They won't release the body now

until they've investigated

that red-tape nightmare.

How the f*** did

you get in here?

You know, I've been in

Berlin a long time,

and I think I know every doorman

of every decent shithouse,

borderline decent flophouse

both sides of the wall.

Well, then you must

know Spyglass.

Never met the fellow.

He was James's.

What do you know

about this woman

who's been following

me since Tempelhof?

I'd say that you're

an attractive woman

and you should do the math.

You know, if I was

to follow you,

I mean, properly, you'd

never f***ing know.

There's a knack to

it, isn't there?

It's like walking a tightrope

or playing the bagpipes.

You can either do

it or you can't.

(inhales deeply)

Knock yourself out.

(exhales)

(bells chiming)

(watches ticking)

I'd like to purchase a watch.

I need access to a

network in East Berlin.

Come back tomorrow

before closing.

REPORTER :
East Berlin is on

a short fuse again tonight

as Communist Party officials

struggle to maintain order.

GRAY :
How well do you

know James Gascoigne?

He's dead.

- You need to be careful.

- GRAY :
The coroner extracted

a 7.62 Tokarev round from

the base of his skull.

LORRAINE :
Soviets.

GRAY :
We know who Satchel is.

GASCOIGNE:
You need to run.

(gunshot echoing)

(gasping)

(door creaks quietly)

GRAY :
You expected

to find the list

in Gascoigne's apartment.

You realize you were

late to the party.

Percival, the Russians...

Everybody must have already

ransacked the place.

LORRAINE :
Yes.

But the list wasn't

our only problem.

Before I left, he told

me one last thing.

This is exactly why I didn't

want the CIA present.

Spyglass revealed that this list

would expose a double agent

by the name of Satchel.

C :
I want Satchel,

dead or alive.

This traitor has been a thorn

in our side for years.

He's a black eye to the Crown.

And the single biggest

intelligence leak

in MI6 history.

You expose this

bastard, Satchel,

and we'll hang him for treason.

You might find yourself taking

tea at Buckingham Palace.

LORRAINE (over speaker): So

no, I wasn't just looking

for the list in

Gascoigne's apartment.

(tires squealing)

(car doors opening)

(men shouting in German)

LORRAINE :
Percival

and I seem to have

a different definition

for collaboration.

(speaking German)

GRAY :
What's that

supposed to mean?

LORRAINE :
He was the

only one who knew

I was going to

Gascoigne's apartment.

And if I knew he was going

to call the police,

I would have worn a

different outfit.

All I wanted

Just to see my baby's

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