Atomic Blonde Page #7

Too smart, more like.

If those KGB pricks

had done their part,

I'd be on my way to a hand

job with the queen by now.

I've read that list,

Lorraine.

And you feature heavily.

Turns out you've been

a very naughty girl.

Spyglass was a

liability to us all.

I couldn't risk

leaving him with you.

Where's the list, David?

I don't have it.

It's en route to MI6,

where it belongs.

(Percival groans)

(yells in pain)

(gasps, grunts)

(panting)

Are you going to lie

till the very end?

(laughing)

(gulps, gasps)

Truth and lies.

People like us don't

know the difference.

No, we know the

difference, David.

We choose to ignore it.

Isn't that right,

Comrade Satchel?

So that's how you'll

make it work.

"It's a double pleasure

to deceive the deceiver."

Well played.

(shell casing clanks on ground)

(fireworks continue

popping in distance)

You killed David Percival?

MAN :
All the paperwork is

in order for the bodies

of James Gascoigne

and David Percival.

GRAY :
You killed our

head of station,

an officer of the Crown.

You'd better have hard proof

and a damn good explanation.

Who are you to judge my actions?

I'm your superior.

(Lorraine chuckling)

My superior.

This was never about

stopping the war.

It was about saving your ass.

You couldn't bear the

embarrassment of the sins

that we committed

in the Cold War.

And I was stupid enough

to give my life for it.

Yes, well, that's

your job, isn't it?

I did my job.

Despite your best efforts

and your incompetence,

I succeeded where you failed.

I uncovered your

traitor, Satchel.

Brought him the only

justice he deserved.

A bullet.

Percival meeting with Bremovych

the day before

Spyglass was killed.

- (click) -BREMOVYCH (on

tape):
Maybe we could make

some sort of, uh, arrangement.

PERCIVAL :
You got to know

that I'm the only man

in this town that can

help you get that list.

BREMOVYCH :
Very

impressive. Dedication.

Loyalty. They're rare

things these days.

PERCIVAL :
"It's a

double pleasure"

to deceive the deceiver."

(tape fast-forwarding)

We have a deal?

What about the British?

LORRAINE :
Do you trust Gray?

- No.

- What about C?

C is an arrogant lapdog

who understands

precisely f***-all

beyond the edge of his desk.

Percival was Satchel.

Where's the list?

Where's the list, Lorraine?

I don't know.

(C sighs)

Oh, bollocks.

The prime minister

is going to have

a difficult time with this.

We're choosing to bury

this one, Broughton.

Your mission never took place.

This conversation...

never happened.

I'm putting you on leave,

effective immediately.

We'll start the next

decade well rested.

LORRAINE :
C?

What should I wear...

for my tea with the queen?

("London Calling"

by The Clash plays)

London calling to

the faraway towns

Now war is declared

and battle come down

London calling to

the underworld

Come out of the cupboard,

you boys and girls

London calling, now

don't look to us

Phony Beatlemania

has bitten the dust

London calling, see,

we ain't got no swing

'Cept for the ring...

("Fastidious Horses" by

Vladimir Vysotsky plays)

(song continues,

sung in Russian)

(Bremovych chuckles)

(glasses clink)

(chuckles)

Ah.

(sets glass on table)

("Fastidious Horses" continues)

(chuckles quietly)

(gasps quietly)

(silenced gunshots)

("Fastidious Horses" continues)

(silenced gunfire)

(man groans)

- (silenced gunshots)

- (man yells in pain)

(gunfire)

(man mutters in Russian)

(gunfire)

(shell casing clinks on floor)

(gurgles)

(song ends)

(Bremovych gasping weakly)

Did you really think I was

going to give you that list?

Before you die, I

want you to get this

through your thick,

primitive skull.

I never worked for you.

You worked for me.

Every false intel I gave you,

a rip in the Iron Curtain.

Every piece of

intel you gave me,

a bullet in my f***ing gun.

I want my life back.

(body thuds)

("Under Pressure" by Queen

and David Bowie plays)

- (elevator bell dings)

- (sighs)

Mm ba ba de

Mm bum ba de

Mm bu bu bum da de

Pressure

Pushing down on me

Pressing down on you

No man ask for

Under pressure

That brings a building down

Splits a family in two

Safe travels.

Puts people on streets

Mm ba ba be, mm ba ba be

De day da, ee day da

That's okay

It's the terror of knowing

What this world is about

Watching some good friends

screaming, "Let me out"

Pray tomorrow gets me higher

Pressure on people

People on streets

MAN (over speaker): Estimated

flight time to Langley:

11 hours and 37 minutes.

Cleared for takeoff.

KURZFELD :
Let's go home.

That sounds good.

Let's go home.

"Cocksucker"?

Really?

(chuckles)

I'm glad it was convincing.

People on streets

Ee da de da day

People on streets

Ee da de da, de da de da

It's the terror of knowing

what this world is about

Watching some good friends

scream, "Let me out"

Pray tomorrow gets

me higher, higher

- High... -

Pressure on people

People on streets

Turned away from it all

Like a blind man

Sat on a fence

But it don't work

Keep coming up with love

But it's so slashed and torn

Why, why

Why...?

Love, love, love, love, love

Insanity laughs

Under pressure,

we're breaking

Can't we give ourselves

one more chance?

Why can't we give love

that one more chance?

Why can't we give love,

give love, give love

Give love, give

love, give love

Give love, give love

'Cause love's such an

old-fashioned word

And love dares

you to care for

The people on the

Edge of the night

And love dares you

To change our way of

Caring about ourselves

This is our last dance

This is our last dance

This is ourselves

Under pressure

Under pressure

Pressure.

(song ends)

(tense electronic music plays)

(music fades)

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