Ballistic: Ecks vs. Sever

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- Good evening, Mrs. Gant.

- What does my husband want now?

His plans changed. He's available

to spend time with Michael.

Michael just came home.

He's expecting his son, ma'am.

Hello, it's Vinn.

I need to speak to Gant.

- Yeah?

- Robert, what are you doing?

He flew to Europe.

Five days later, you send him home?

Come on, Michael. Daddy's waiting.

- He'll be fine.

- Bye, Mommy.

Robert, you bastard.

This wasn't our agreement.

- Unit 1, do you copy?

- Let's go, Michael! Come on with me.

- Take the flank.

- Got you.

Okay, come on.

Hang on to me, Michael.

Stay here, all right?

Stay here and be brave.

Jeremiah Ecks?

No, sorry.

That's you, isn't it?

What happened to your head?

Bad haircut.

Look, we've been instructed

to bring you in.

I'm not the man you want.

Forget this. We'll do it the hard way.

- That's not a healthy attitude.

- Neither is yours.

- Relax, Addis.

- Yeah, relax. Listen to your partner.

This guy's nothing.

Who sent you?

FBI Assistant Director Julio Martin.

Julio.

Hello, Ecks.

We need to talk.

The answer is no.

I'll need a car here at 3:00.

No, make it 2:
30. I don't want

to get stuck in this holiday traffic.

Vinn is alive.

You're lying.

Taken off a cellular sweep.

- I saw her die.

- You saw an explosion.

- I went to her funeral.

- You saw a closed casket.

- You waited seven years to tell me?

- I'd have told you if I'd known.

Where is she?

I don't know.

- Then why are you here?

- I need you to do a job for me.

Where is my wife?

I'm sorry.

- I need you to do it...

- Where is she?

When the job is done,

I'll give you what I got.

No, you don't want to do this.

I don't have a choice. I have

a situation and you're my only option.

I tell you what I know right now,

and you're gone.

I'm gone anyway.

Sit in the corner.

You'll provoke him when he returns.

You'll be joining an FBI

transnational special task force.

Make it 2:
30. I don't want

to get stuck in this holiday traffic.

You were supposed to protect my son.

She took us by surprise.

How do I explain that to my wife?

In more noble times...

...when a knight failed his king...

...he fell on his sword.

Sir?

Do the honorable thing, Agent Curtis.

Take the gun.

Put it against your head.

Pull the trigger.

Now.

How much time do we have?

Based on our tests,

we have 28 hours left.

Then my son dies.

Do whatever it takes, Ross.

Get me Michael.

You know who we're up against.

You know what she wants.

Well, I can't give it to her, now can I?

On the left is A.J. Ross. His team

arrived in Vancouver five hours ago.

- His nickname:
Prince of Darkness.

- If you know so much, just pick him up.

I don't want him. I want the man

he works for, Robert Gant.

Robert Gant?

Intel is purposely limited.

But a shadow government...

...in the name of national security

is still a shadow government.

This is Gant's latest acquisition.

Code name "SoftKill. "

He's been trying

to build a perfect assassin.

But he's never been able to lick

the one thing that got in his way.

The human factor.

For Gant, emotions are a liability.

A machine would solve that problem.

He could give a head of state a heart attack

or an aneurysm. Totally undetectable.

- It's the future of his business.

- Looks like he licked the problem.

More like he stole it.

A prototype was developed

at a facility in Berlin.

Last week, the place was torched.

The media called it an accident.

Ross just happened to be there.

And the prototype?

We thermoscanned Ross and his men

before they boarded their plane.

All clean. No sign of the prototype.

- Thank you, Louise.

- It all checked out until last night.

- Ecks, this is Special Agent Harry Lee.

- We pulled that from a traffic cam.

This woman single-handedly took out

an armed DIA escort detail...

...and kidnapped a young boy.

Gant's son.

Based on Ross being here,

yes, we think so.

Obviously a professional.

- Is she ours or theirs?

- No idea.

My money pegs her as disaffected DIA.

- Profiles, photos, anything?

- Just that.

If she's DIA, she's orphan class,

out of China.

- Orphan class?

- Chinese have this rule:

One child per family.

All families want a boy.

The DIA secretly adopts

some of these girls.

They're weaned on violence.

Trained to do nothing...

...but kill in a thousand ways.

No fear. No conscience. No morality.

Exactly what Gant wants

in an employee.

Whoever she is,

she's obviously pissed off at him.

That's why I need you to find her.

Of course you do.

Is that why they call you "X"?

I'm on a diet.

That's my wife and my daughter.

Her name's Mali.

Do you love her?

Of course.

Then get out of this business.

Gun team, disable target

on my command.

Don't cancel.

We need her alive. Acknowledge.

- Roger that.

- Affirmative.

- Is the target aware?

- No, sir.

- Is her back to you?

- Affirmative. Positive visual.

We got her too.

Freeze.

- She's got a gun!

- Get down!

Close One is not responding.

I've lost her. Too much motion.

You have her?

Negative. Please advise.

Call in the local P.D.

We'll use them for cover.

- Target clear.

- Why is she standing there?

She knows you won't kill her.

Pin her down!

The local P.D. has been alerted.

They're coming in.

Move! Move!

- Gun team, do you see her?

- Negative.

Do not let her breach the perimeter.

Jesus!

Do not cancel target.

Keep her contained.

Where's my tactical team?

Run.

Don't shoot!

Sniper One, what are you waiting for?

Disable target!

All units, shots fired.

Suspect is female. vancouver Library.

That's her.

- Julio?

- We heard. We're on it.

Tracking target.

All right, let's move it!

Get her!

- We lost contact with our tactical unit.

- Who's manning the assault vehicle?

Sh*t!

Get out of here!

Get down!

Cover me! Cover me!

Stay back please, sir.

You shouldn't be here.

Somebody get too much foam

in their latte?

- I'm in no mood.

- That makes two of us.

I know about that job you pulled

in Berlin. You're getting sloppy.

Enjoy your stay in Vancouver.

Who's the woman?

Somebody your boss pushed too far?

Stay out of this.

This is an issue of national security.

You mean job security?

Wouldn't want to be you

when Gant sees this mess.

You're sweating.

It's been raining.

Be smart. Walk away.

Julio?

Yeah.

Take your people out of here.

- What is it?

- A feeling. Get them out. Now.

- What the hell are you talking about?

- She will retaliate.

We're covered.

A curtain call here would be suicide.

You're wrong.

- How can you be sure?

- Trust me.

She's not done yet.

Down! Get down!

Julio!

She knows.

She knows where your wife is.

Martin is down!

Paramedic! Paramedic!

Over here!

Come on, baby. Come on.

Yeah.

Hey, beautiful! What...

My nose!

- I think it's broken.

- Let me see.

- Where is she?

- I didn't touch her.

Mobile Unit One on-site.

Situation out of hand.

Suggest the locals take this one.

B*tch.

Head for the highest vantage point.

They're on foot.

They can't be hard to spot.

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