Kill Ratio Page #2
- Year:
- 2016
- 86 min
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Everyone stay calm.
We're here for your protection.
You're safe now.
You mind?
Please.
Want some?
Ooh...
So the Army's here.
Vorza?
Yeah. Looks like
he's taking over now.
No, not Vorza.
They won't make a
move without Lazar.
I guess he'll be here
before long.
- You think?
- President's dead.
That explosion earlier, central
prison's in that part of town.
Yeah, I think
Lazar's back in business.
And seeing that we
got the world's press here.
Yeah...
You sticking around?
Well, I finally get
the hot tub all to myself.
Yeah.
- You?
- I hear the golf is great.
So, uh, anyway,
I better get back.
Don't wanna get looted.
Good luck.
You, too.
Hello. How's it going?
Is there a problem?
There is no problem.
Get back to your room.
- Well, I'd like to.
- It's army business; it's OK.
It's not OK.
Go.
President Tania
Petrenko has been confirmed dead.
The President's motorcade was
targeted earlier this afternoon.
It appears that her car
took a direct hit
from a shoulder launched rocket.
Several of her bodyguards
were killed and two were taken
to a nearby hospital
in critical condition...
Gabrielle?
Yeah, did you get
to the airport?
What?
Hey.
You have to stay inside.
Oh, I just came
for a quick smoke.
No. All westerners
must stay in the hotel.
Why don't you just have one?
- I take two.
- Sure.
OK. Thanks, man.
- James?
- Gabrielle, what the f***?
I didn't know what else to do.
The driver said he knew
a back way in here.
He said it wasn't
safe on the streets.
All right, all right,
calm down, take a breath.
Why have you come back here?
Holy sh*t.
I know. I know.
We were going to the airport.
He took the side streets.
We must've been close to
where the convoy got blown up
and then we just found her, she
was staggering down the street;
I thought she was drunk.
I didn't know what else to do.
OK. You did the right thing.
Hey, bud, listen, I need you
to take her to a hospital.
You're kidding, right? Your lady, she's
crazy, talk me into coming here.
But that's all. I leave now. OK?
OK.
We're gonna have to get her
inside, get her into my room.
- I got some supplies.
- Supplies? James, look at her.
A couple of band-aids
aren't gonna help.
Hey, I've got this.
Close that.
Here.
Shh. Shh.
I can't talk right now.
OK...
You get her inside,
I'll meet you around there.
Wait!
Can't you come with us?
- I just need a quick smoke.
- What, are you serious?
This has all been
very stressful, all right.
Go inside. I'll meet you around.
- James!
- Go, go.
Sh*t.
Hey.
Hey. Sorry, man.
I thought I'd have two.
Don't know when
you have another chance.
You must come back inside. Now.
All right.
- Hey.
- What?
You stay inside now.
No more cigarettes.
All right.
You're the boss.
Enjoy your cigarette?
Uh, yeah, it's the first one
in seven years, so.
Let's get her upstairs.
Come on, come on.
Move, move, move.
- Hey, this is my floor.
- OK.
All right, let's go, come on.
Go.
Hey, um, you don't know where the
restrooms are around here, do you?
I keep losing my way.
It's so silly.
No hiding. You need
to be downstairs. Move. Move.
You're gonna be OK.
I almost believe you.
You're an excellent liar.
I need to fix you up, all right?
So we're gonna go to my room.
I bet you say that
to all the girls.
Only deposed presidents in
the middle of a military coup.
Is this all strictly necessary?
It's for your own protection.
And you're the one
from the party.
Matt Gibbons. And you are?
Gabrielle Martin.
I don't remember you
being on the guest list.
Just think of me as a tourist,
here to take in the sights.
I need to go back to my room.
And deprive us of your company?
Very well, then.
But stay out of the way.
Seems harmless enough.
Cute though.
They're usually
the dangerous ones.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
Please don't shoot me.
Don't shoot me.
James. James, it's me.
Seriously? Are you kidding me?
What? I ran out of bandages.
How is she?
Well, if this was a hospital,
I'd say she'd live.
Here, I don't know.
I'll just do what I can.
We should call the US Embassy.
We can't call the US Embassy 'cause
all the lines are under surveillance.
Do you understand that we're hiding the
most wanted person in the country?
The a**holes pulling this coup will have to
make us disappear because if we get out,
they can't trust us not to
tell the world about her.
So that means there's not gonna be any Amnesty
International or former US presidents
or fading rock stars
flying in to save us.
We will have never existed.
You understand?
I understand.
All right.
Because that was the good news.
The bad news is that
this woman's bleeding to death.
And if she dies,
we will get blamed by everyone.
The coup will scapegoat us out
and her friends will think
we were on the coup's payroll.
OK, so what do we do?
He's just telling you
the reality of your situation.
How did you end up
wandering the streets?
My motorcade got attacked.
I know. We saw it on TV.
They said you were killed.
I managed to make my way
out of the car.
Some of my men made it, too.
They told me to run.
But then they stayed
behind to fight.
Good men.
I didn't realize
how badly I was hurt.
And then you found me.
But I wanted to go back
to the presidential palace.
- It wasn't safe.
- I need to rally the people.
What's done is done. For now,
you're gonna need some doctoring.
God, there isn't the time!
And I don't have time to store
a dead president in my room.
OK.
OK, what do I do?
Uh, we're gonna need some food,
something to drink.
She's lost a lot of blood,
so anything with high sugar,
you know, lots of calories,
soda is good,
chocolate and scotch.
Really?
Scotch, is that a good idea?
The scotch is for me.
And it's a great idea.
I don't think the mini bar's
gonna last the night.
OK. You know what...
you should put a shirt on.
We don't need you
getting a cold.
- What?
- I... I don't...
Where did... seriously, where
did you learn how to do this?
Boy Scouts.
Now go, before I die of thirst.
All right.
That's the easy part.
Now the hard bit.
You ready?
Yes.
Drink it.
Lay back, lay back.
This next bit
is really gonna hurt.
God!
That wasn't so bad.
Ah! Ooh.
All right, I just need to
clean it out and sew it up.
You are pretty good at this. You
didn't learn it in Boy Scouts.
I don't know. It did get
pretty wild around the campfire.
Ah!
Come on, come on.
Move, move, move. Time to go.
All right, let's go. Come on. Let's go.
Move, move, move, move, move.
- This is the news crew?
- Yes.
You have any idea
how lucky you are?
It was a serious wound,
lost a lot of blood.
Gabrielle, where the hell...
Shut up, shut up, listen,
you'll never guess who
just showed up. General Lazar.
What is he doing here?
Wait, wait, wait,
I don't know, wait. Wait.
You are witnessing
history today.
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