The Gunman Page #5
Come on. We gotta go. Come on. Come on!
Master bedroom clear.
Main floor is clear.
Come on, shut up!
Go!
Circle them. Go to the other side.
Come on.
Jim Terrier, I heard
You were quite a marksman back in the day.
It seems you haven't lost your touch.
- They're trapped in the bathroom.
- Copy that. I'm heading to the roof.
I know every room in this house.
You have one skylight, this door.
You've got nowhere to go.
And I know you're not alone.
His wife is with you, Annie.
We just want you, not her.
So give yourself up,
and we will let the girl go.
You care for her, no?
Open the door
and she will walk away from this.
Who sent you? Who do you work for?
Why?
You wonder why your past
comes back to haunt you?
must be wondering how she got
caught up in that slaughter, too.
And now you're ready
to sacrifice an innocent woman?
Okay. Okay.
We need to change cars.
They'll be all over us.
It's in here. It belongs to a farmer,
a friend of Felix.
Felix always wanted to buy this car,
but he wouldn't sell it.
Hope it runs as good as it looks.
Who are these people?
What's going on, Jim?
- What was Felix talking about?
- Felix was drunk. He was delusional.
Don't lie to me!
I'm not moving until you explain.
Tell me, Jim.
Please.
We did some bad things.
I did some bad things.
Tell me.
Cox,
me,
a couple of others from the company.
We weren't just laying an airfield
and doing protection for an NGO.
We had...
a parallel contract
with a mining interest.
Felix was the liaison.
We were supplying arms
to the rebels, training.
The company would get its piece
of the pie from the resources.
It should have been
a clean contract, but...
it didn't work out that way.
And why did you leave me?
It was me.
I'm the one that killed
the Mining Minister.
The contract with the company
dictated that the shooter leave
the continent, so I left the continent.
I thought I'd come back, I thought
things would improve, but they didn't.
I watched the event playing out on TV,
tried to reach you.
Felix told me you were safe.
And I just couldn't...
I felt so trapped. Annie...
I thought about you every second.
I know I abandoned you.
It's the biggest mistake I ever made.
I just... I couldn't face you after that.
I can't ask you to forgive me.
I can't expect anything.
What about now?
I have to get some things
from the apartment,
and then we'll go someplace
where I can hide you.
A safe place.
Okay, slide over.
Okay, you're gonna drive in circles.
Four right turns, turn around,
four left turns. Just keep doing that.
If anyone looks at you too long,
you leave me.
Okay? If you don't hear from me
in 15 minutes, you leave me.
Go. Go. Go, go.
Jim.
Drive.
- What happened?
Just drive until you can't drive anymore.
I have a friend who's gonna help us.
You must be Annie. Come here.
Meet Stanley.
What? I told you I couldn't
leave you on your own.
Right, there's mange and vino in there.
I'll hide the car.
You're lucky I've got lots
of friends in Spain.
- Now...
- I'm gonna go.
- Night, darling.
- Good night.
You gotta go back home, Jim,
notify Interpol or the DOJ,
tell 'em exactly where you are.
Call your attorney.
Turn yourself over to him.
It's the one shot you got.
It's the one shot she's got.
I got three dead in the DRC, another five
or six at Felix's house in the country,
and then two, boom, in Barcelona,
killed by an American in Spain.
All Spanish.
All right, here's what I've found.
The company's got an LLC,
some kind of f***ing import/export
They're using a lot of Spaniards
'cause it's operating out of Gibraltar.
Oh, I got another one for you.
It's managed by your friend, Cox.
Word is, the company's in line
for a new deal.
Pentagon-size sh*t, you know.
Anything resurfacing from the past,
any indictment, will f*** 'em right up.
So they're clearing house.
And you're first in line with Bryson
and Reed. Two down, one to f***ing go.
With Felix dead,
guess who stays in the game?
I got you a clean car.
Catch.
Here you are.
It's parked 'round the side.
Jim, you all right?
- Yeah.
- You sure?
Yeah, I'm okay.
Get her to the police
and get yourself out of Dodge.
If the sh*t goes down,
you haven't heard from me.
Well, you let me hear from you.
- Come on. You call me, right?
- Yeah.
You've got a long drive ahead of you.
You're already exhausted. You're sick.
So don't do anything stupid.
Don't expect a friendly welcome anymore.
Need a light?
Mind if I sit down?
I think I might have one with you.
You ever have one of those days
when every law is Murphy's Law?
Everything's going wrong and everybody
wants to kill you for something.
You know, my wife's been on me
for weeks now
to finish this tree house
in the garden for the kids, you know.
One bloody tree and about 30 inches
where I can get the ladder in
before I run into my wife's garden.
- You a tourist?
- Something like that.
Yeah.
Got some heavy sh*t
going on up there today.
- Is that right?
- Oh, yeah.
One of the companies in that building
got a surprise visit from Interpol.
You know Interpol?
You know, I think
if I went home right now
and, with the little space that I've got,
but I put my mind to it,
I could finish that tree house
lickety-split, you know?
Sometimes we make
our problems bigger when we...
we put off doing it the right way
the first time round.
Then they just get harder
and harder to face.
You think?
I do.
And guess what? I think a smart bloke
like you thinks so, too.
Here's what I'm gonna do.
'Cause I'm sure you've got
your own tree house to build,
but if you ever wanna
build one together,
let me know.
And by the way, if I were you,
I wouldn't play in that tree house today.
Termites. And they wanna bite off
more than your hand.
Get my drift, cowboy?
- Aquila Corp.
- Terrance Cox's office, please.
Putting you through.
Terrance Cox's office.
How may I help you?
Give Mr. Cox the following message.
Tell him JT will meet him
at the Oceana Aquarium in one hour.
One hour.
It's good to see you, Jim.
I understand it's been
- For me or for you?
- That's a good question.
Seems like the past has got us
by the short hairs. C'est la vie, huh?
We made some choices then.
We have to make some new ones now.
Walk with me.
Terry Cox, my goodness.
I did the same thing. Have you brought
the children back for more?
Hello, Ruth. No. No children today.
Our kids play together.
They love the sharks.
Think I'm going soft, digging wells?
You think I'm f***ing stupid, Terry?
You set me up!
You forgotten we trained together?
Ruth?
I didn't wanna do this kind
of sh*t anymore!
For somebody who doesn't
wanna do this kind of sh*t anymore,
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