The Tournament Page #2

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First blood to Lai Lai Zhen:

[cheers and applause]

Her odds move to 7 to 1 :

Man:
Yeah!

Man:

Cleanup crew Delta

to the lvy House Hotel room 107.

Delta:

We're on our way.

Rob:

I still would:

- [alarm beeping]

- Confirm one body...

oh, okay, party time:

We have the Frenchman

Anton Bogart

heading into a cluster

- developing on the high street:

- Sh*t:

Activating all street security cams:

Picking it up on one,

two, three police cameras:

- The cameras live?

- Cameras are live:

We are in on the Gypsy:

[panting]

[groaning]

[beeping]

F***:

The Frenchman's gone cold:

I didn't see a fight:

You see him get killed?

no, I didn't see a f***ing fight:

Doing a signal sweep:

Check his body heat sensor now:

I'm on it:

Tech:
He's back:

What did you do?

Must've been a blip:

Run a complete diagnostic:

I don't like blips:

Top you off?

- Coffee?

- no:

Top you off?

There you go:

[cell phone rings]

Yes:

No:

okay:

[chokes]

You planning to pay for that?

Yeah:
Yes:

Credit card?

Here, Father:

Allow me:

Enjoy your coffee:

Au revoir.

Thank you:

[beeping]

[thuds]

Hello, Todd:

Todd:

Hello, Father:

Priest:

Sorry I haven't been around:

I've been busy:

How's your mom doing?

She died, Father:

I-I'm sorry:

Todd:

She was asking after you:

Is there anything I can do,

like help with the funeral?

That's okay:

I've got it all sorted:

[thuds]

[cracks]

- Rob:
oh, f***:

- What?

I think we have another blip:

Shooter on the rooftop just went cold:

No one near her:

We've got a moving signal

but no Frenchman:

What the hell is going on?

- Come on:

- I'm looking, I'm looking:

I f***ing hate blips!

[engine idling]

Hail Mary, full of grace:

The Lord is with thee:

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit

of thy womb, Jesus:

Holy Mary, mother of God,

pray for us sinners

now and in the hour

of our death, amen:

oh, please,

Blessed Virgin, hear me:

I want to be a good man:

I want to be a strong man:

But I look inside my heart

and there is nothing there:

There's nothing there:

oh, Blessed Virgin,

please give me hope:

I know:

What?

Whatever this is,

please, please:
::

What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with me?

Please, hear me--

Why aren't you

defending yourself?

I don't have any money,

please:

- I don't have any money:

- Shut up:

I'm just a--

I'm just a priest:

- Please, please--

- [thuds]

[priest panting]

In the name of the Father,

the Son and the Holy Ghost,

goodbye:

[groaning]

[speaking Russian]

I'm going to enjoy this:

Priest:

Stop!

Stop:

Stop!

Please, don't struggle:

So much easier

when they don't struggle:

Priest:

What are you doing?

Just let her go!

I've got a gun!

I've got a gun and I'll use it:

- [cracks]

- Aah!

oh:
::

Don't move:

or what?

Just-- just stay right there:

Stay back!

[clicks]

You need one in the chamber:

- Who are you?

- I'm a priest!

If you lie to me,

I break your neck:

I'm not:

I'm not!

Where are your weapons?

Who do you work for?

Where do you receive

your orders from?

Rome!

No scar:

I don't know

what you're talking about:

[beeping]

You're bleeping:

You really don't know

what I'm talking about, do you?

You really are a priest:

Father Macavoy:

This is--

was my church:

Well, Father,

welcome to the Tournament:

Thank you:

[cheers and applause]

[cheers and applause]

They found the blip:

What is it?

It's our Frenchman:

- Anton Bogart?

- It seems he managed

to cut out his tracking device,

and it's ended up inside that priest:

I see:

We now have one of our favorites

running around virtually invisible?

I'm sorry:

What shall I tell them to do?

I suggest you shorten his odds

and follow him:

Yes, sir:

Tech:
okay, maintain

visual contact with Bogart:

Don't lose sight of that

slippery little bastard:

Tracking manually:

Damn, Bogart's quick:

Man:

Go to camera two. Quick, go.

Just got to reconfigure:

Give me a second:

[alarm beeping]

- Holy sh*t:

- What now?

- It's him:

- You sure?

oh, there are gonna be fireworks:

All right, Miss Hunter,

we have Harlow:

We have Harlow for you.

May I have your attention?

You wanted

the greatest show on Earth:

out for revenge,

the greatest assassin of our time:

[man panting]

[beeping]

Joshua:

Cut the sh*t, Eddy:

oh, sh*t:

- What are you doing here?

- I need information:

What have you heard?

I heard someone

came for you:

[tires screech]

Eddy:

I heard it got a bit messy:

And I heard about your wife:

Joshua:

What did you hear? Who told you?

The crazy American kid, Miles:

He's your one:

Miles Slade, the finger guy?

Uh-huh:

- Thanks:

- You're welcome:

Um:
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[car alarms blaring]

Man:

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

- [gunshots]

- Eat sh*t!

[crunches]

Well, that's one more

for the trophy cabinet,

thank you very much:

Uh-huh:

Hey, boy!

[whistles]

Come here, little fella:

Hey, there's a good boy:

There's a good dog:

Yeah, that's a good dog:

That's a good dog:

Hey, what is this?

What is that, huh?

What is it?

Here you go:

- [gunshot]

- [dog squeals]

[yawns]

Rob:

That guy is f***ed up:

[sighs]

[whistles]

See you later, boy:

Tech:

okay, just take it back a little:

Rob:

Playing out to one:

Rob:

Jeez, who steals a finger?

oh, yeah:

- [phone ringing]

- oh, f***:

That's the emergency line:

What do I do?

Answer it:

[humming]

Hello:

Yeah, hold on:

I'll just put you through:

Just spoke to Lai Lai Zhen:

You tell her you wanted

to eat her pie?

[humming]

- Excuse me, Senator:

- All right:

It's Lai Lai:

Make sure that redneck

settles his marker

before he has another coronary:

Speak:

Lai Lai:

We have a situation with a civilian.

Macavoy:

Who are you talking to, the police?

Quiet:

I know you can see what's going on:

Host:

You know the rules, Lai Lai.

It's kill or be killed.

You're like a child

running back to Daddy

telling me how

the big boy stole your ball:

You're on the battlefield.

There is no going back.

And he's just one of those famous

innocent bystanders you hear about:

- Let me speak to him:

- no, stop it:

- This is Father Macavoy:

- I'll kill you myself:

- Let me speak to him:

- It's not right: He's just a priest:

Host:

Personally, I find it kind of apt.

Back in the day we used to throw

Christians to the lions.

Seems that history

is repeating itself.

Carry him or kill him,

but don't call back:

What's happened?

Are the police coming?

not really:

[car rewing]

Move!

We have to get out of here now:

Move it!

Woman:

oh, God!

[woman weeping]

Someone help me!

- [pounding]

- Please, help! God!

[sobbing]

Macavoy:

It's stuck:

Woman:

Help me with the seatbelt:

- It's jammed:

- Don't let me die!

Macavoy:

Come here:
Come here:

Wrong day to be

a good Samaritan:

When I say "move it",

move it!

- Come on!

- What's going on?

You've got a bug inside you:

They think you're a hitter:

This is a competition for assassins:

That last man standing wins:

A game where people

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