Atomic Blonde Page #5

We're going to do it my way.

Fine.

But we use my contact to get

all our papers in order.

All right.

We have a deal?

(sighs) I'll take that as a yes.

(groans, sighs)

You see...

I received a call

from David Percival

that evening, Lorraine.

He said he had the list.

PERCIVAL :
I'll need a

little time to wrap it up.

GRAY :
And he knew the

identity of Satchel.

(chuckles)

Oh, I'm very close to Satchel.

(sighs)

And no one thought to tell me?

LORRAINE :
Hmm?

(both chuckle softly)

(grunts) F***.

You brought a lot of friends.

I heard Bakhtin had

a little accident.

I heard he slipped and

fell on an ice pick.

Berlin's a cruel mistress.

Especially for

traitors like Bakhtin.

Oh, don't be such a

f***ing Communist.

You've got a problem.

Yeah, I know.

You have the f***ing list.

We've been in the trenches

long enough to know

that at times like this Berlin

has its own set of rules.

I can give you information

that will keep the balance.

Now, are you in or out?

(thunder rumbling)

Percival's trying to set me up.

Are you surprised?

Not really.

These relationships aren't real.

They're just a means to an end.

When you tell the truth,

you look different.

Your eyes change.

(both chuckle)

Thanks for the warning.

What do you mean?

I mean, I better

not do it again.

Why?

'Cause it's going to

get me killed one day.

("Behind the Wheel" by

Depeche Mode playing)

(announcement in

German over P.A.)

(dog barks)

My little girl

- Drive anywhere

-(Dog barks)

- Do what you want

-(Dog barking)

I don't care

Tonight

I'm in the hands of fate

I hand myself

Over on a plate

Now...

(video game music playing)

Well, I am impressed.

I thought Merkel here was

just a good bartender.

You smell like a Stasi officer.

Shave off that moustache.

Use that soap and cologne.

It's from the West.

You can't take anything

from the East.

LORRAINE :
Merkel will

give you some clothes.

Right this way, Mr. Spyglass.

Oh, little girl...

I'd rather not be

The one behind the wheel

Come

Pull my strings

Watch me move

(crowd chanting indistinctly)

I do anything

(chanting continues)

Please...

It should have been easy.

The plan was sound.

Whatever went wrong did so

because someone wanted it to.

Someone from the inside.

GRAY :
Were you betrayed

by a fellow agent?

KURZFELD :
You mean Satchel?

Would that be unheard of?

Per your request.

You won't be needing that.

It will be worse if

they find it on you.

Everything else ready?

Yes. Everything you requested.

SPYGLASS :
I'm ready.

What do you think of his shirt?

I wouldn't be caught dead in it.

But for him, it's perfect.

Stand over here.

Now look like a free man.

(camera clicks)

REPORTER :
East

Berlin peace leaders

have organized a demonstration

this week at Alexanderplatz.

(news broadcast

continues indistinctly)

Did he tell you I

memorized the whole list?

Yes.

SPYGLASS :
I realize I may not be

as valuable to

some people and...

some people may even

want me dead, but...

what choice do I have?

You're no good to me dead.

And I've never lost a package.

I know.

(door opens and closes)

(Percival sighs)

Hey, hey, hey.

It's his family.

This was not part of the plan.

Part of mine.

Please.

PERCIVAL :
I'll take

the wife and kid.

You just have to

deal with Spyglass.

I don't know if I have

enough passports.

Percival.

Your old golden boy.

(crowd clamoring)

(crowd chanting indistinctly)

We have to go.

See you in the West.

Good luck.

(chanting continues)

(chanting continues in distance)

(whistles)

This was never part of the plan.

It was part of mine.

(thump)

(silenced gunshot)

Stay low.

(Spyglass groaning)

In here.

LORRAINE :
I need to

deal with this now,

or we'll never get across.

I don't want to die.

You're not going to die.

Stay here.

(distant chatter in German)

(elevator motor whirring)

(whirring stops, doors open)

(gunfire)

(man yells in pain)

(grunting and groaning)

(man yells in pain)

(grunting and groaning continue)

(Lorraine yells)

(grunting and groaning continue)

(pained grunting)

(grunting and groaning continue)

(man coughing)

(both grunt)

(man groans)

(panting)

(man grunts)

(man shouts in German)

(grunting and groaning)

(man yelling in pain)

(both grunting)

(panting)

(panting)

(grunting and groaning)

(panting)

F***.

(distant chatter in German)

SPYGLASS :
Two more.

There's two more.

(grunting and groaning)

(shell casing clanks on floor)

(body thuds)

(man shouts in German)

(gunfire continues)

(gunfire)

Go.

(gunfire)

You need to stop that bleeding.

Search for anything.

Alcohol, rags.

(footsteps approaching)

(gunfire continues)

(panting)

(gunfire)

(grunting and groaning)

(Spyglass yells)

(Lorraine yells)

(man grunts)

(grunting and groaning)

(panting)

(grunting and groaning)

(coughs)

(gasping)

(gasps in pain)

(panting)

(grunting)

(grunting and groaning)

(gasping)

(man yelling in pain)

(both grunting loudly)

Am I a b*tch now?

(Spyglass coughing)

(panting)

(both panting)

(Spyglass coughs)

(distant door opens and closes)

Get in.

Get in!

(panting)

(engine starts)

You need to work on your German.

(horn honks)

It's horrible.

("I Ran" by A Flock of Seagulls

plays faintly over radio)

- (man grunting)

- What the hell?

(silenced gunshots,

people screaming)

(tires screech)

(engine revs, tires squeal)

SPYGLASS :
Oh!

I walk along the avenue

- (groaning)

- I never thought

I'd meet a girl like you

Meet a girl like you...

(tires squealing)

(gunshot)

- (gunshot)

- (Spyglass grunts)

- You hypnotize me through

-(Tires screeching)

And I ran

I ran so far away

I just ran

- I ran all night and day

-Fasten your seat belt.

Couldn't get away

- (tires screech)

- (Spyglass grunts)

- (horn beeps, tires squeal)

- A cloud appears

Above your head

A beam of light

- Comes shining down on you

- (Spyglass shouting in German)

(truck horn honks)

(audio distorting):

Shining down on you...

(tires squeal)

Aurora borealis

comes in view

Aurora comes in view...

(birds squawking)

You all right?

Yeah.

We have to go...

(tires squealing)

(jaw cracks)

(gasps) It's so cold!

- Open your door.

- My foot is... it's stuck!

(gasping)

(gasping, coughing)

Just breathe.

(muttering)

(water burbling)

(gasping)

(long exhale)

- You need a break?

- No.

(tape recorder whirring)

GRAY :
So...

Yes, I-I think I

understand everything.

You made your plan.

And you failed to get

the high-value asset

safely across to the West.

You sent me into a

f***ing hornet's nest.

I was made by the KGB

from the moment my feet

touched the ground.

Maybe even before.

But then you knew

that, didn't you?

You had your doubts

about Percival,

and you used me to

shake him down.

Ready when you are.

(siren blaring)

(siren continues in distance)

(dogs barking in distance)

Hey, hey... Whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa. It's me. It's me.

He's dead.

Spyglass is dead.

And you are alive.

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