Extraction
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- Year:
- 2015
- 82 min
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(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR SHUTS)
We have reason to believe you are not
who you say you are, Mr. Parker.
Your wife and son,
Mr. Leonard Turner, CIA.
I have men posted outside their door,
back in Virginia, United States.
Come again?
For you to get this close,
you must have friends,
informants, collaborators,
inside my organization.
I want their names.
Everybody?
(GRUNTING)
- (GUN SHOT)
- (GROANS)
(SPEAKS INDISTINCT)
You look so stupid
with that pen in your neck.
(MUMBLES INDISTINCT)
Don't ever threaten my family again.
(COUGHING)
(PHONE RINGING)
Go for Robertson.
- MAN:
Get over to the house now.- What?
Get over to my house,
see if everybody's alright.
Get the... Just get the f***
over there. Stop talking!
Absolutely. I'm on my way.
MAN:
Harry, get your motherand get out of the house. Go. Now!
- Dad?
- Get out of the house!
(GUN SHOT)
HARRY:
Mom! Dad, Dad, they shot Mom.Harry, focus. Go up to my bedroom, okay?
In the top drawer of my dresser,
the left hand side...
- I'm here, Dad. I'm here.
- Open that up.
- Okay.
- Just the way I showed you.
(GUN C*CKS)
- DAD:
Focus.- Red means dead.
- He shot Mom!
- Can you get to the bathroom? Go!
- I'm here, Dad. I'm here.
- MAN:
The kid!- MAN 2:
I'll take him out.- (GLASS SHATTERS)
- Dad, I hear them.
- DAD:
I know. I know. Harry!DAD:
Just aim along the sights, Harry.Don't pull it. Just squeeze.
Take the shot! Squeeze the trigger, Harry.
- Take the shot!
- (GUN SHOT)
Harry. It's okay, kid.
It's okay.
Leonard, I'm here. Harry's okay.
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
Dad.
Not tonight, kid.
I'm joining the agency.
Got my letter today.
They're sending me to Prague.
Congratulations.
Yeah. Uncle Ken thinks it's a good idea.
Uncle Ken's full of ideas.
You still don't think
I can pull the trigger, huh?
I was just a kid.
Yeah.
Thanks for coming out today.
(GUN SHOTS)
- (BUZZER SOUNDS)
- (GROANS)
COMPUTER VOICE:
Reset. Resetting simulation.
You're killing friendlies!
Do it again! Get it right!
Again.
Come on.
(YELLS)
(GRUNTING)
Eyes down range. Acquire and fire.
Go!
(GUN SHOTS)
- (BUZZER SOUNDS)
- (GROANS)
Too slow. Do it again.
(GRUNTS)
(GUN SHOTS)
Even your old man never put
shot groups that tight down range.
Yeah, well...
paper targets don't shoot back.
Spoken like a true Turner.
Come on, kid, you got a letter to open.
Regardless of what it says, I hope you'll
stick around here until your work is done.
- The CONDOR...
- Is the future, the tip of the spear,
the edge of the knife,
the cat's pajamas, whatever.
It's the cat's ass, wise guy.
Let me know which way it falls.
- WOMAN:
Good morning, Harry.- Good morning, Laura.
- What's up, Harry?
- Hey.
- Is that what I think it is?
- You bet your ass it is, buddy.
Why do you keep doing this to yourself?
Four rejections in two years.
Three.
I know you wanna be a field agent
like your dad. I get that.
Now, I've only read your dad's dossier
and case file, I wanna be your dad.
Hell, I wanna... I wanna f*** your dad.
- That's gross.
(EXHALES)
Four.
Four?
Four rejections in two years.
Yeah.
It's not enough, Harry.
We have a working prototype of the CONDOR
being shipped to the United States as we speak.
And proof of at least a dozen encrypted
messages from overseas to the United States
discussing the sale
of a "rare precious bird."
That's not enough?
Look, I'm on plane to Langley
in a half an hour.
In the meantime, find me
some mention of the CONDOR,
or how they plan to acquire
this "rare bird".
Hell, find me the origin
and/or destination of said transmissions,
and I'll run it up the chain ASAP.
In the meantime, we got nothing.
What did your letter say?
It's gonna happen, Harry.
- At this point, I'm not so sure.
- You tell the old man you didn't get in?
Nah. I'm sure he's probably busy
- This it?
- Yep.
- I thought it'd look different.
- Welcome to the 21st Century.
You telling me the truth?
MAN:
We weren't followed. Nobody.(GUNSHOTS)
Harry! Harry!
Harry! Harry.
It's your dad. It's your dad. I just
got a call. Come on! It's your dad.
Listen up, kids. I want a full stop
- This gets full priority.
- Director Sitterson?
Oh, Jesus. We're gonna do everything
we can to get your father back, son.
Sir, with your permission,
I'd like to be in the room.
Negative. You're too close to the situation.
Judgment gets all cloudy when you're close.
- Sir...
- Go home, son, alright?
We'll contact you the minute we got
an update on your father's situation.
- He doesn't come inside.
- Copy that, sir.
I want this room shut down
until this situation is fully resolved.
- Already on it, sir.
- Alright. Where's Robertson?
In Langley. We have him covering
our stateside drop.
I don't give a hot wet sh*t about his drop.
Get him on screen one.
Yes, sir.
Now!
(SATELLITE BEEPING)
MAN:
At this point we don't know much,except that the drop was compromised
and the bird went with him.
My sources tell me Leonard Turner's
- still in and around the Jersey area...
- WOMAN:
I'm sorry, gentlemen.- Mr. Robertson, you're needed immediately.
- Where?
In the conference link.
Sitterson is waiting.
- Okay, Purvis, keep digging.
- I'm on it, sir.
- Dude, this is crazy.
- You do it all the time, Darryl.
Yeah, on like Czech porn stars' phones,
not on high-ranking CIA officials.
It's for my dad.
(BEEPING)
I've got Robertson.
Oh. Hey, Ken.
- Sitterson.
- Higgins, from the top.
Leonard Turner, former clandestine
service officer and field operative,
went missing this morning
in Newark, New Jersey.
- You're in.
- KEN:
You said "former."HIGGINS:
Yes, sir. They pulled himfrom the field due to his antics,
he was three weeks before retirement.
What the hell was he doing in Newark,
New Jersey, on a Level 1 assignment?
- I can answer that.
- Oh, good. Please, Ken. Enlighten us.
Leonard and I go way back.
I knew the Agency was looking to railroad
him and that retirement would kill him.
So I gave him one last shot at field work,
and I requested his participation.
- In order to...?
- In order to secure the CONDOR prototype,
and escort it back
When he didn't report in, I initiated
the protocol for a missing agent.
(CHUCKLES)
So you... so you sent a washed-up,
skid mark of an agent to secure the CONDOR?
That "skid mark", nice term
of endearment, by the way,
is the best goddamn field operative
the agency's ever produced.
Oh, yeah, apparently not.
Okay. Continue Higgins.
Approximately, sixty minutes
after Agent Turner went missing,
the CONDOR went active.
Okay. So, for those of us who didn't grow up
jerking off to some science magazine,
the significance of this latest revelation?
In layman's terms, Director Sitterson,
the CONDOR is the ultimate hack,
allowing whoever has it,
complete control over any
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