Alarum (2025)

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(stone scraping)

(air whooshing)

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(film reel ticking)

(water splashing)

(seagulls squawking)

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(shots firing)

(glass shattering)

(groans)

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(winces)

(door slams)

- Oh, sh*t.

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(fists thudding)

(both groaning)

(g*n c*ck)

(shot firing)

(body thuds)

(both grunting)

(fists thudding)

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(glass shatters)

(bodies thudding)

(both groaning)

(coughing)

(both gasping)

- What are you doin' after this?

- (exhales) No plans.

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(laughing)

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(water rippling)

(birds chirping)

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- Good morning.

(Joe sighs)

We're having lunch

with the Rousseau's.

- Who?

- The French couple.

We met them yesterday.

- Oh, great.

- What story should

we tell them?

- You invited 'em.

- How about the OCD story?

That one's fun.

We haven't used it in awhile.

- Okay.

(g*n c*ck)

But this time, you're

the one with OCD.

You're better at it.

- Why was I mad at you?

- Uh, I think it works

better when you don't say.

- Hm.

Come here.

I need help with my necklace.

(light music)

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- Couldn't make these

things any smaller, huh?

- It'll be nice to have

lunch with another couple,

like normal people.

- That's us, normal people.

- Hm.

Are you feeling okay?

- Yeah.

Yeah, just had that dream again.

- Oh.

Prague?

- Hm.

- That was a fair fight.

- You sucker shot me.

- How do I look?

(Joe groans)

- Like you need to

come back to bed.

(Lara giggles)

(Joe groans)

(all laughing)

(light music)

- Joe is one of those

men who can't understand

how anyone could

ever be mad at him.

- She was probably

just sick of my sh*t.

- I was, I was.

I was sick of his

sh*t and I decided

that it was time for him to go.

- Mm hm.

- So she takes all my clothes,

she throws 'em on my bed,

tosses my suitcase at me.

- He's making me

sound irrational.

- Please.

- So, my favorite

part of this story.

- Lara has-

- Joe has OCD.

- [Roland] Oh .

(Bridgette gasps)

- I have OCD.

- That's a problem.

- Yeah, just a little bit.

- Mild OCD.

- Right.

- [Joe] Yeah.

- You're mildly

obsessive compulsive.

- Oh my God.

- Mm hm.

- I can see that a little bit.

- When he's packing, everything

has to be folded

exactly the right way.

I mean, one wrong crease,

and he's gotta start the

whole process over again.

- I do like clean lines.

- I know you do.

- Yeah.

- So it took you, what,

four hours to fold

all of your clothes?

And then by the end we

were just so exhausted.

- Yeah, we were.

- We just made up.

- We made up.

I mean, after she admitted

she was overreacting.

- I was really tired

and I just wanted

to go to bed, actually.

- Oh.

- So, where are you

from originally?

- I grew up all over.

- I actually was

raised in Brazil.

- Oh.

- My mom is Brazilian.

- What?

- Yeah, I swear to you.

So, you are from Brazil

and you are from?

- American.

- Okay.

So, how did you guys meet?

- Joe actually came to San Paulo

on business.

- Mm hm.

- And he didn't know

anything about the culture.

He introduced himself

to me in Spanish.

- Ooh.

(Roland speaking in

foreign language)

(Bridgette speaking

in foreign language)

- (laughs) He said he screwed up

in Portuguese.

- That's right.

- [Roland] Oh, yes.

- So, it seems you

were destined to meet.

Destiny is an old

French word, right?

Yeah, yeah.

Never heard of that one.

- Yeah.

- Roland, how's your leg?

- Yeah, it's a

sprain I'm afraid.

Quite painful, but...

- A mild strain.

Don't be dramatic.

- But at least I

don't have to go

on this little

trek in the woods.

- Roland hates nature.

- I just prefer not to

interact with it, right?

(plane engine whirring)

(light music playing)

- Well, you know, Bridgette,

you should come with us.

- [Bridgette] Yeah?

- It's a wonderful idea.

- Yeah.

- It would be lovely.

- [Lara] Yeah.

- Yeah.

Thank you.

- [Lara] Leave him at home.

(Bridgette laughs)

- Drink, don't be droll.

- I'll order room service.

(wind whistling)

- You should get ready.

Bridgette's gonna be here soon.

You still looking

for that plane?

Whoever it is, they're

not here for us.

It wouldn't be that obvious.

- Right.

I guess I'll just hang around

and pretend I have OCD all day.

- I'm sorry, it was too easy.

I saw your expression

when I invited Brigitte

to come with us.

- Oh.

Oh, you mean Destiny?

She's great.

The best.

- Okay, I'll take that

answer at face value.

- "Destiny.

It's a French word."

- I'll be right back.

- Brazil, huh?

(doorbell rings)

(hair dryer parts clattering)

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(device beeps)

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Lara, how you doin' in there?

(door creaks)

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- So it's not us,

it's a local issue,

but I'm on standby so

I can't go on the tour.

- Fine, fine, we'll

just go tomorrow.

- But then Bridgette

would have to go alone.

- Oh, you mean you can't

go, not we can't go?

- You should still

go on the tour.

- This isn't a vacation.

You're workin' a mark.

- Honey, it's both.

- Huh.

(door closes)

(Joe exhales)

- Fine, fine, I'll go.

I'll go (sighs).

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(g*n c*ck)

(Joe exhales)

- I don't want to impose.

- Oh, no, no,

you're not imposing.

Joe's really looking

forward to it.

- Really?

- And I'm sure

I'll feel better after I

just have a little nap.

- Ready?

- Yeah.

- Good.

- All right.

- Oh.

- Mwah.

- Yeah.

- Thank you.

- Gloves on. Bye.

(door opens)

(door closes)

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(engine rumbling)

(Lara exhales)

- [Poppy] After World w*r II

ended,

Sobchak returned from exile

to live out his days

on his ancestral land.

It was in this modest house

that he wrote his

most renowned works,

including "Worthy Adversary."

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(patrons chattering)

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(plane engine whirring)

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(shot firing)

(pilot screams)

- [Pilot] No, no!

(shot firing)

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(alarm blaring)

(indistinct chatter)

(plane engine whirring)

- [Poppy] Right this way.

- I didn't know there was

an airport close to here.

- There's not.

(expl*si*n booming)

- Is that hail?

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(device beeping)

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- Lara?

Lara?

That's near them, no?

The smoke and...

- I don't know.

(pensive music)

- Bridgette, you should

go back to the resort.

It's not safe.

- No, I'm a doctor.

I can help.

- Please, go back.

- [Bridgette] What is it?

- What the hell?

- [Bridgette] What the f*ck?

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(fire crackling)

(Bridgette coughs)

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They got shot.

- Hey everyone, just go

back to the resort, okay?

- Yes, that's a good idea.

I will wait for the police.

- Come, I'll

get you to the resort.

- Joe, who did that?

Where's the person who did that?

- Yeah.

- Look at-

- Just be careful.

- What are these markings?

What is that?

- Oh, sh*t.

- He's a professional.

- Profession what?

(radio dispatcher chattering)

- (gasps) It's working.

Is that good?

Right?

- Yeah, not for me

it's not (grunts).

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(birds chirping)

(door bangs)

- Oh, hey Joe.

Where'd you find this place?

(door closes)

What was this, a f*ck'

Toys"R"Us or somethin'?

- sh*t.

- What do you got?

- [Kirby] We just

picked up a floater.

- Okay.

- [Joe] Okay, just be careful.

- [Bridgette] What

are these markings?

- [Joe] He's a professional.

- Yeah, and he's one of ours.

And he's been missing

for five years.

- Who's the Frenchie?

- Ah, she's no match.

- Where are they?

- Poland.

We just picked that up

off of a CESSNA Radio.

It's a DEA plane.

- Anybody from DEA

reached out to us?

- No. His voice ain't

gonna match anything

in their database.

Want me to send it over?

- f*ck no.

Get me the DEA

file on the CESSNA

and get me a list of the

closest arbiters, all right?

- Copy.

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(engines rumbling)

- What are you doing?

- He might have swallowed it.

- Swallowed what?

- Whatever got him k*lled.

- No, Joe!

(knife thuds)

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(flesh squelching)

- Come on.

Come on.

Go back to the resort.

- But I-

- Hey,

the sh**ter's still out here.

Go.

Come on.

- [Bridgette] What is that?

- Flight pill.

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- Look, there they are.

- [Roland] You see them?

- No.

But everything must be okay,

otherwise they'd be running.

- Yeah, you say it, but you

don't look very convincing.

(door slams)

- All right, we have five

arbiters in the region.

- Okay.

Who's senior?

- (exhales) Chester.

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- Who else?

- Chester.

- I don't want to talk

about Chester, okay?

Chester is messy.

- Well, he's

less than two hours out.

- Lemme tell you a story.

Archibald?

- Yeah.

- Guy on the tape,

five years ago he goes

to Warsaw, routine work.

Nothing exotic.

He gets shot, kidnapped,

never resurfaces,

never checks back in.

So, what do we do?

We list him as out of

the office indefinitely

like we always do

and boom, he's back.

- Do you think it's possible

that he may have joined Alarum?

(engines rumbling)

(motorcycles revving)

(pensive music)

(fire crackling)

- Just keep your mouth shut.

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- We were waiting

for the police.

- There isn't any

need for the police.

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What happened here?

- We were on the Sobchak

tour when the plane crashed,

came to see if they

needed any help.

- And did they?

- They were dead

when we got here.

- You are quiet.

Why would an attractive

woman like you

come into the woods

looking for a crash?

You must be a nurse.

(Bridgette speaking in French)

- I speak French, too.

But I know you understand me.

You looked annoyed when

I said you were a nurse,

and not a doctor.

(shot firing)

(pensive music)

Do you speak French, too?

- No. French, they say that's

destiny.

- Ah, you're American.

- Yeah.

- Did you take anything?

- No.

(g*n c*ck)

- You don't think I

will sh**t you too?

- Oh no, I think

you'll sh**t me.

they'll just search

the plane first.

- And find what?

American stoicism.

I admire that quality.

What is your name?

- Joe.

- American Joe.

(Orlin speaking in

foreign language)

- [Orlin] Fire!

(shots firing)

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(shot firing)

- [Roland] What was that?

- I'll be right back.

(device beeping)

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- We have to go.

Roland, now.

(Roland gasps)

Come on.

(bird calling)

(music fades)

(phone ringing)

- Yeah?

- [Caller] Call home.

- Alright.

(singer singing indistinctly)

(line trilling)

Hello?

- [Secretary] Location?

- Slovakia.

Aren't I lucky?

- [Secretary] Status?

- I'm open for business.

- [Secretary] Excellent.

Please hold for the Director.

- Chester.

This is Burbridge.

We have a location on Archibald.

- Archibald? Wow.

We worked a lot together.

- Is that a conflict

of interest?

- No, it's okay.

- Good.

I would like you to

depart immediately.

- Okay.

- We think he's joined Alarum.

- Alarum?

Have you confirmed that?

- Well, it's not

confirmed, but...

Please terminate him.

Chester?

- Right.

(phone beeps)

(Chester sighs)

(pensive music)

(door closes)

- Do you have anything

they can use as a weapon?

- No.

I don't know.

No, there's no

weapons here that...

(glass shatters)

- Okay, listen, you hold

the knife like this.

Roland, f*ck' pay

attention to me.

You're gonna hold it like this.

You're gonna jam the

knife right here.

You're gonna thrust it

in as hard as you can.

You're gonna dig it in,

you're gonna turn it.

You really wanna cut

the whole neck open.

- Whose neck?

What?

- Whoever comes

through that door.

Lock the door behind me.

- What about Bridgette?

- If she's alive, Joe'll

take care of her.

Roland, you have to focus.

Think about Bridgette,

think about going home.

That's how you're

gonna get through this.

- Yeah, yeah.

Okay.

- Lock the door.

- (sighs) Yeah.

(door opens)

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(glass shatters)

(tires squealing)

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- We identified a yellow

jacket file, an assassin.

Codename Orlin.

- I've read that guy's file.

- Yeah, well, he

was on the plane.

The exact plane that

Archibald's voice showed-

- Why are all these

computers 25 years old now?

- Yeah, well, I just wanted

to put this out there.

I think they're

workin' together.

- No, they're not

working together.

Archibald never

works with anybody.

- Yeah, well, this

is what I'm thinkin'.

We have Orlin and

Archibald already there.

Chester is on his way, right?

- Yeah.

- Who the f*ck knows

what the DEA is gonna do?

We have an arbiter.

- Uh huh.

- We have a yellow jacket

and a possible member of Alarum.

- Okay, yeah.

- Yeah, so I'm just thinkin'.

It feels like we're

building a b*mb.

- Great, whose b*mb is it?

- Ours.

- Your b*mb, okay?

f*ck.

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(engine rumbling)

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- You go any further,

he'll pick your men

apart one by one.

You run out of men before

he runs out of b*ll*ts.

- What should we do?

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- American Joe!

I think you understated

your military training!

I'm sending my

men to the resort.

I assume you did

not come here alone.

The person waiting for you

will be dead by morning.

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Leave a few of your men

scattered as sn*pers.

You and the rest come

with me to the resort.

(Krol speaking in

foreign language)

(engines rumbling)

(car doors slamming)

(engines revving)

(helicopter engine whirring)

(alarm beeping)

- These are the location

coordinates you provided.

- Are we near the town?

- Just behind us a bit.

- You can put it down now.

- Copy that.

- Hey, what do your

wife and kids think

about you flying all the time?

Do they ever get nervous?

- No, Sir, I'm not married.

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(latches clicking)

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(device beeping)

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(fire crackling)

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(pensive music)

(engine rumbling)

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- The American did

not return to forest.

We think he's

headed for village.

(device beeps)

- He's looking for

resources to fight.

Send some men.

Tell the rest of your men

to go from cabin to cabin.

Grab the guests.

Bring them here.

- The authorities have

probably been contacted.

- My employer will handle that.

Nobody is coming

for these people.

(fist banging)

- [Lara] Roland, it's me.

- Lara?

- [Lara] Hurry up, Roland.

- I'm coming .

- Okay.

Can you run on that ankle?

Come on, I need quick answers.

Yes or no?

- No, it's gonna hurt too much.

- Get under the bed.

Go on.

When soldiers come in here,

you don't make a sound.

You stay still.

Get down.

- What soldiers?

- Hurry up.

(blinds whooshing)

(light bulb spinning)

(bell ringing)

(engine rumbling)

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- Come on, come on, come on.

(man groaning)

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(car doors slamming)

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(door creaking)

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(soldier grunts)

(shots firing)

- [Soldier] Hey, hey.

(both grunting)

(fists thudding)

(blood gushing)

(Lara panting)

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(glass shatters)

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(bag rustling)

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(Joe exhales)

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(Joe exhales)

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(intercom beeps)

- [Secretary] Deputy Director,

we have somebody on

the house line for you .

Somebody named Archibald.

- Put him through.

- [Secretary] Go ahead

for the Director.

- Hello, Burbs.

- Hey, Archie.

What, it's been like five years.

You takin' the long way home?

- It's Joe now.

- Well, excuse me.

Where are you?

- Come on, you know where I am.

- So what's the play, Joe?

- What do you know

about the plane?

- Joe, gimme one second.

- Kirby, gimme the

yellow jacket file

on Archibald's last

target in Prague.

Joe, we are actually assembling

data on the plane right now.

- You know Orlin's here?

- You know he was on the

plane before it went down.

There was chatter here that you

and he might be

working together,

and of course I

reassured everyone that

that could not

possibly be the case.

- Well, it's not.

But I do know why he

was on that plane.

- And now you show

me your cards.

- You know I watched Orlin

gut one of the pilots.

- He pulled a flash drive

from a man's stomach.

- [Ronald] Okay.

Flight pill?

- I don't know what's on it,

but I do know if Orlin is

involved it must be important.

Who chartered the plane, huh?

DEA?

- We're thinkin'

along those lines.

- Tell you what,

call off Chester.

Gimme a few hours, I'll

retrieve the flash drive.

- In exchange for what?

- I want you to forget about me.

- Yeah.

I tell you what,

we will forgive you your sins

in exchange for the flash drive

if you tell me your exact

relationship with Larissa Moss.

- I married her.

- You f*ck' what?

- Tell Chester to meet

me at Trekker Hunting.

It's down the street

from his hotel.

- Wait a second, you...

(phone dings)

(phone ringing)

(Ronald laughs)

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(engine rumbling)

(door closes)

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- Parked the Jeep in the

forest 10 meters due east.

If another Jeep pulls up out

front, they shouldn't see it.

If they come looking

for their men,

they're gonna see

the dead bodies.

Then they're gonna

assume that you took

the Jeep and you fled.

I don't know who's out

there or how many there are.

We should be safe here for now.

Get in the wardrobe.

You're gonna hide in there.

You're not gonna move.

You're not gonna make a sound.

- Okay.

- You got the keys to the Jeep.

We only use it as a last resort.

- Why are you helping me, Lara?

- That doesn't matter now.

- Archibald

married the assassin

who shot

- Oh, sh*t.

- and kidnapped him.

- Well, if that's true,

then she's gotta be there.

- Yeah, and guess what?

You get to call your

friends in the DEA.

- So you want me to reopen

the yellow jacket file?

- Absolutely. We have to find

out A,

who she's working for,

and B, if she in fact

is working Archibald.

- Well, maybe they're just

both working for Alarum.

(phone ringing)

(anticipatory music)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Well, I think I

officially jinxed the trip.

Never should have said

literary museum sounds boring.

- Where are you?

- The town about 10 miles north.

- [Lara] Orlin's here.

- Yeah, yeah, Chester too.

What's the plan?

- Let's rendezvous

at the Sobchak house.

- Oh, you'll be underwhelmed.

- Can you go there now?

- I got somethin' to

take care of first,

then I'll come.

- Stay alive.

(line humming)

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- [Ronald] Suspend your mission.

Give Archibald enough time

to retrieve the flight pill.

- Okay.

And after he retrieves it?

- [Ronald] Archibald

cannot come home again.

If Larissa Moss is

there, eliminate her too.

- You got it.

(phone beeps)

Moron.

(soft music)

- What?

- How?

- What the f*ck?

(bystanders chattering softly)

- [Bystander] Strange.

(chattering continues)

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- Oh.

How you doin', kid?

- This vacation's goin' great.

(Chester chuckles)

Burbridge send you

here to cheer me up?

- He did.

He said you're lookin'

for some stupid thing,

like a flight pill.

You haven't found

it yet, have you?

- Nope.

- Perfect.

I'll help you find it.

- Perfect.

- Yeah.

- You look tired.

- Hey, do not judge

your book by its cover.

So, you quit?

Did you join Alarum?

- Would it even matter?

- No, no, I'm just

being curious.

I'm just chit chattin'

and all that sh*t.

Whoa, vodka.

This is what the doctor ordered.

How 'bout we toast our

rekindled friendship.

Here we go.

A toast to hell.

May our stay there, be as much

fun as our way there again.

Mm.

- That your work?

- It is, yeah.

- What'd you use?

- I cannot tell you

(laughs) my friend,

because you're not part

of the club anymore.

- Oh, right.

- Mm hm.

- Friendly on the helicopter?

That's gotta be some

kind of bad mojo.

- I don't think so. I mean,

he wasn't married and

there's no collateral damage.

- Hm.

- I wanna ask you somethin'.

Why are you trying so hard

to retrieve this flight pill?

You think it's gonna

be your ticket home?

- No.

- Good, you're smart

'cause it's encrypted.

You're never gonna crack it.

You, me, nobody.

- My wife's at the resort.

I need help.

- For what?

- Orlin's here.

- He's here?

That fool's still around.

Burbridge forgot that part.

I'm gonna have to

raise my rates.

Excuse me.

I gotta freshen up.

(door closes)

(Joe sighs)

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(air hissing)

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Whew.

Oh.

- What is it?

- What is what?

I was in there freshening up.

- Oh, come on, Chester.

I'm not that outta practice.

What is it?

Is it new?

- Hm.

Yeah, it's definitely new.

That poor chopper pilot

was the test subject.

- And?

- It's the worst

stuff we've ever made.

Quick but painless.

Really?

Don't get stuck.

(glass shatters)

(glass crunching)

Was that necessary?

(tires squealing)

(pensive music)

(car doors slamming)

Hey, you wanna

put that g*n down?

We're friends here.

I'm here to help you.

- Right.

(music continues)

(music continues)

(device beeping)

(music continues)

(beeping continues)

(music continues)

(g*n c*ck)

(music continues)

When I checked in here, the

old man at the desk said,

"What's in the bag?"

Hey, you're slippin'.

This is bad luck to

leave liquor in a glass.

- And you think it's a good

idea to drink before a shootout?

- I can't think of a

better time in theory.

- All right.

- Mm.

Ah.

This is an AA-12.

Now, the only flaw

with this weapon

is that makes

everything too easy.

So, why don't you put

that peashooter down

and pick up one of these

and let's cause some damage.

There you go.

(g*n c*ck)

- Good to work with you again,

Chester.

- Yeah, yeah.

(shots firing)

(body thudding)

(anticipatory music)

(Krol speaking in

foreign language)

(Krol speaking in

foreign language)

(Krol's throat clears)

(music continues)

- They refuse to

go after American.

- Why do they think it's

an option not to fight?

- He has heavy a*tillery.

(cigarette sizzling)

(cigarette tapping)

- Tell them I'm on my way.

(phone ringing)

- Hey, Chris.

- [Chris] Ronald, how are you?

- What's up, man? What do you

think of the new place?

- You've done a great job, man.

- (laughs) Thank you.

I did it all myself (chuckles).

Oh, you look good.

- Thanks, buddy.

But I need you to tell

me what information

you have on my 206.

- Oh. Well, what information do

you have on the flight pill?

- Buddy, I'm not that easy.

Ronald, why don't you start?

What kind of classified

bullshit triggered this meeting?

A loose arbiter?

No?

We need that flash drive back.

Strictly DEA. Has nothing

to do with you guys.

- Oh, really? That will

be determined

when I get my eyes

on the flash drive,

and I've got people

looking for it right now.

And believe me, I will be

taking a close look at it

before I turn it

back over to you.

- Well, that's assuming

that you guys get it.

- Kirbs, gimme a second.

- Thanks, buddy.

- Chris, I was hoping you

and I could work

together on this.

- We can man, I'm here.

I'm listening, but you

gotta gimme somthin'.

- Okay.

- Yeah.

- Here's what I'm dealing with.

I've got an ex arbiter that

I think has joined Alarum.

- Are you tellin'

me Alarum exists?

Is that what the company's

feeding you guys?

- Yes.

- What are these guys?

- I don't know, maybe.

- Rogue spies, vigilantes?

- I don't f*cking know.

- Who the f*ck are they?

- But listen to me.

The intelligence indicates yes.

- Oh, that changes

the game, doesn't it?

- Yeah.

Basically it means I'm f*cked.

Okay look, I can't tell

you everything I know,

but I will tell you

everything that I can.

All right?

- Sure.

- So I want you to

take a look at this

'cause I'm adding one

name to this list today.

- This is a Alarum's

suspected roster?

- Yeah.

- f*ck, man.

What do these guys want?

- Well, if you

believe the rumors,

they want to tear

down the tyranny

of the global

intelligence network.

(pensive music)

(shot firing)

(soldier groans)

(pensive music)

(hostage panting)

(soldier groaning)

(music continues)

- It's okay, I'm here to help.

- Oh, thank God.

- Be quiet.

I'll be back.

- You can't just leave us.

(Lara straining)

- Oh, there it is.

The English, unattractive.

- Yeah, well, you wouldn't

win the prize anyway, huh?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(objects banging)

Did you hear that?

(pensive music)

(Krol speaking in

foreign language)

- Someone cut off

yours Yuri's d*ck.

Someone cut off-

- I see that.

Someone's trying

to intimidate you.

(body part thuds)

- It's working.

(Krol speaking in

foreign language)

(suspenseful music)

(music continues)

(object thuds)

(soldier groaning)

(body thudding)

(music continues)

(music continues)

Go get hostages.

I will execute them one by one

until coward comes

out of hiding!

(music continues)

(music continues)

(soldiers groaning)

(dramatic music)

(shots firing)

(soldiers groaning)

- Hands up!

Turn around.

Slowly.

Check her.

(suspenseful music)

(soldiers grunting)

(dramatic music)

(Lara grunting)

(music continues)

(fist thudding)

(soldiers groaning)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(knife thuds)

(blood gushing)

(Lara exclaims)

(fists thudding)

(Lara grunting)

(feet thudding)

(Lara groaning)

(Krol speaking in

foreign language)

(Lara gasping)

(music continues)

(engine rumbling)

(music continues)

(tires squealing)

(music continues)

- Why are your men hiding when

I am paying them to fight?

- The American, he has help.

There are two in there.

- Two Americans

against all your men.

- And their weapons

are much better-

- Shh.

Bring your men here.

- Come, come.

Come.

- You are afraid of

what is in there?

Take your men.

Wait for me at the

hotel entrance.

Go.

(shots firing)

(shell casings clattering)

(pensive music)

Do you understand now?

Hm?

You will die out here

if you refuse to fight.

Better to take your

chances in there.

(car door opens)

(shots firing)

(shell casings clattering)

I am what you must fear.

The American may

offer you death,

but I guarantee it.

- (groans) What's Orlin doing?

- He's k*lling his own men.

- That figures.

God, I'm hungry.

I don't know about you, but I

need some

pancakes, a French toast.

Fun food, something.

Whoa.

Who worked you the f*ck over?

- [Joe] Got that five years ago.

- Well, I hope you k*lled him.

- [Orlin] All men, over here!

- Married her, actually.

- What?

Come on.

- It was before she knew me.

- Oh, guys, somehow

I feel happy for you

and bad for you

at the same time.

- We have a very good

marriage counselor.

- How do you know

she's not playing you?

Even though it would

be a perfect ending

that you're the dumb Pooh bear

who fell into the honey pot.

- Well, she was already a

double agent when we met, so.

At least it's not boring.

- Right.

And then she joined

Alarum, right?

- Yes.

- Hm, what about you?

- No, no, I wanted

out, so I'm out.

But here I am stuck in

this sh*t with you anyway.

- (chuckles) She'll

get to you kid.

She'll convince you for sure.

- Oh, yeah, well, she's tryin'.

Hm, I think it's time.

- What's he doin' now?

- Yeah, he hasn't

taken his position yet.

- Yeah, well, he'll let

his men be up front.

He is a coward.

- Yeah.

- Oh, God damn.

My back, my back is tight.

You do me a favor,

Arch, seriously.

It's embarrassing.

Could you pull me up

just a little bit?

It locks up.

Hate to admit that.

- Jesus Christ.

Come on.

- Thank you.

- Ah, sh*t!

(syringe squirts)

(pensive music)

You crazy b*stard.

- Sorry, kid.

You got about an hour.

- Antidote?

- Not for you .

- Chester, you

said you'd help me.

Chester?

- I'm here, right?

And you won't be able

to do this alone.

So, your wife's got an hour.

Don't waste it.

(shots firing)

Not for nothin'.

The final hour won't be boring.

(anticipatory music)

- When you go in, do not stop.

This is not your home.

Inflict as much

damage as you can.

If your b*ll*ts

do not k*ll them,

the shattering

glass will cut them,

or the exploding walls

will distract them.

If we have to, we will

demolish the building

until it crashes down on them.

sh**t the windows.

(shots firing)

(glass shattering)

These assassins operate

in controlled chaos.

We are not here to unleash

chaos, we are here to define it.

(shots firing)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(firing continues)

Go, go, go!

(energetic music)

(shots firing)

(music continues)

(shot firing)

(soldier groans)

(music continues)

(shots firing)

(soldiers groaning)

(music continues)

- Get down.

(Joe speaking indistinctly)

- Time to move.

- More.

- More .

(shots firing)

(music continues)

- Go!

(wall clattering)

(music continues)

(Joe groaning)

- Ever use a frag grenade?

No?

Impressive.

(Joe groans)

(grenade explodes)

- [Joe] sh*t.

- What?

You had it the whole time, Arch?

- Chester, Chester.

(Chester groaning)

(fist thuds)

Chester!

- (groans) No.

(music continues)

(indistinct singing)

- There.

(Lara coughs)

You Americans think

you're the only

well trained K*llers

in the world.

- I'm German.

- Oh.

- And I'm the best trained

k*ller in the world.

- Yuri was my friend.

- Who's Yuri?

- The man you mutilated.

(fist thuds)

(Lara gasps)

(pensive music)

What is this?

(Lara spits)

You can stop this

by calling American.

Tell him to turn

over flash drive.

- He's my husband.

- Oh.

- And nobody can

make him do anything.

(Krol chuckles)

(Krol speaking in

foreign language)

- Perhaps you can explain

situation to him in a way

that he will understand.

(knife scrapes)

- Okay.

Gimme the SATCOM and

I'll explain it to him.

- Show me before you send.

(device beeping)

(anticipatory music)

(device beeping)

(expl*si*n booming)

(soldiers yelling)

(rubble clattering)

(shots firing)

(soldiers groaning)

(dramatic music)

(both grunting)

(fists thudding)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(chair thuds)

(grunting continues)

(music continues)

(knife scrapes)

(both groaning)

(blood gushing)

(Lara groans)

(pensive music)

(Lara gasping)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(Krol groaning)

(g*n thuds)

- Who do you work

for (groaning)?

- (laughs) I'm not working.

I'm on my honeymoon.

- (grunting) You work for them?

(Lara gasping)

- Alarum.

- Alarum?

- It means to call to arms.

We don't work for a single

country or government.

We work for ourselves (panting).

- Is it too late to join?

(Lara panting)

(Krol groaning)

(pensive music)

(knife clinks)

(Krol groaning)

(blood spluttering)

(Lara exhales)

- Your application's denied.

- There is a French citizen

staying at the resort.

A Roland Rousseau.

His bank is suspected

of laundering money

for an arms dealer.

- Okay.

- He's pretty clean himself but,

you know Alarum. They could be

actively recruiting him to join

the group.

- That bolsters the idea

that Archibald and Moss

are working for Alarum.

- Maybe. But let's say

Archibald finds the flash drive,

turns it over to foreign

intelligence or Alarum.

What are we lookin' at?

Bottom line.

- Bottom line?

- Mm hm.

- Half of the network's

operation can get unmasked.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Say that again.

- You heard me.

Half of the network's

operation can get unmasked.

Yeah.

This flash drive needs to

come home or disappear.

You pick.

- Hey, guess what?

You get to target

Archibald's coordinates.

- Holy smoke, God damn it.

(shots firing)

(dramatic music)

(music continues)

(firing continues)

(soldiers grunting)

(music continues)

(firing continues)

(music continues)

(firing continues)

God!

(music continues)

(shots firing)

(soldier grunts)

(grenade clatters)

sh*t.

(expl*si*n booming)

(Joe coughing)

(pensive music)

(g*n clatters)

(grunts) sh*t.

- American Joe.

- You again (exhales).

- I underestimated you.

- Oh.

- What is your field name?

- A little weak comin' in

at the end, don't you think?

Never trade longevity

for bravado.

- Yeah, yeah.

I worked under Archibald.

- Yes, I've heard of you.

You disappeared.

- I quit (sighs).

- Bad timing

for all this then, eh?

- Yeah.

- Where is the flash drive?

- What's on it?

- What does it matter

to people like us?

- Chester, he has it.

- Chester.

He's a part of the Old Guard.

Why is he...

The Americans sent him

to k*ll you.

- Yeah, appears

that way (grunts).

- And now where will he go?

- Back to the lodge, try

to k*ll my wife (exhales).

- We're both double

crossed tonight.

It should have been

a simple exchange,

but an undercover DEA

agent overplayed his hand.

Thought he had me

trapped by altitude.

- Wait, wait, I'm sorry.

You shot down a

plane you were in.

- Why not?

I was the only one

with the parachute.

- (laughs) sh*t.

- I have no use for

intricate strategies, huh?

Barbarism works.

- Yeah, clearly.

You can't leave without

the flash drive.

Job's binding.

You're gonna need

help with Chester.

Your local guys

can't handle him.

(pensive music)

(music continues)

- Not a full cease fire.

A recess, yes?

- Until the bell rings (groans).

- Yes.

- Yeah, yeah.

Joe.

(fingers snapping)

All right.

Yeah, great.

Okay.

- Yeah.

- Drone the strike is set.

Chris, thanks for comin' by.

I need a minute with

Agent Kirby here, okay?

See you guys.

- See you next time.

- See you guys.

- All right, take care. Yeah

Okay, we need a cleaning

crew on the ground.

I want to be first when

this thing is over, okay?

They don't get the credit

when we've done

all the dirty work.

- Got it.

I'll find a local company.

- Keep it simple.

- Yeah.

- If money's a problem, tell

them we write

the biggest checks.

If they need their asses kissed-

- We got the biggest lips.

- Look at you with the

f*ck' jokes, all right?

No U.S. equipment can

be used, all right?

- All right, cool.

Look, I've already

found a charter company,

Ascendia Charters.

- Excellent.

All right.

Tap into the sweetener fund

for our Polish friends.

It is very important

that our complete

non-involvement

is understood and appreciated.

Okay, you got that?

- Copy.

- All right.

- Hey, we need a cleaning

crew on the ground.

Yeah. Find out who in the

area can get us access.

(phone beeps)

- Yeah?

- [Secretary] I have Ascendia

Charters on the line.

There's a problem.

You have to hear

it for yourself.

- Okay.

Hello, this is Ronald Burbridge

with the National

Clandestine Service

of the United States of America.

What is the f*cking problem?

- Just like I told your friend.

I have a team of local

cleaners and one helicopter.

- Fine, I only need

one helicopter.

- (laughs) Look, your name

alone isn't enough anymore.

- [Secretary] Sir,

the problem is that

we're not the only bidder.

- Excuse me?

- Four of you, one whirl.

I've got a guy from another

United States agency.

He won't even give me his name

or tell me where he's from.

- Okay, fine, we'll

outbid all of them.

- (laughs) That's what

you all are saying.

Galligaskins.

Look it up.

(receiver clicks)

(cleaner sighs)

- Oh, f*ck!

Send Kirby in here.

Jesus Christ!

- [Secretary] Sir, there's an

Archibald on the line for you.

He says it's urgent.

His phone's about to die.

(Ronald chuckles)

- Yeah, he always says that

when he's gonna hang up on me.

Patch him through.

- [Secretary] Go ahead

for the Director.

- You lied to me.

- Hey, would you

hold on a second.

What's the status

of the drone strike?

- Strike's impending.

(button clicks)

- Hello, Joe.

You know how we

deal with traitors?

- No, I never

compromised my country.

- For a foreign agent?

- She follows the same code

as we do, you know that.

- Oh, yeah.

What code is that?

Alarum?

- (scoffs) Right.

You know what?

I really tried to stay outta

the fray on this, I did.

So I'll tell you what.

After I k*ll Chester,

I'm comin' for you.

- I happen to know that

Chester has the flash drive.

I also happen to know

that Chester gave you

a shot of KR-45,

and that you will be

dead before dinner.

(line clicks)

- He didn't take the bait?

- No, I didn't even

have time to give it.

- Just your location.

- Yeah, but that

doesn't do him any good.

He can't get men here in time.

He doesn't trust Chester

to bring it back.

He's gonna k*ll us all.

- He's in the village.

- Okay.

- He's gonna head

for the resort,

so have the drones light

up the travel routes.

- Yeah, we just got word.

The hostages escaped.

- (laughs) That makes

no f*ck' sense.

- Yeah.

- Or maybe, I guess

it does because it's

a whole f*ck sh*t show.

- sh*t show.

- Yeah.

One more thing.

- Yeah?

- I want you to add a little

finisher to the drone strike?

- Copy.

- Let's light it up.

Make it a burn zone.

- Yeah.

(anticipatory music)

(music continues)

(cork pops)

(music continues)

(Lara gasping)

(Lara panting)

(music continues)

(table thuds)

(vase shatters)

(Lara coughing)

(music continues)

(Lara straining)

(Lara coughs)

(music continues)

(Lara groaning)

(Lara coughs)

(drones whizzing)

(Lara gasping)

(pensive music)

(music continues)

(drones whizzing)

(music continues)

(Lara coughs)

(dramatic music)

(drones whizzing)

(drones beeping)

(music continues)

(shots firing)

(dramatic music)

(expl*si*n booming)

(drones beeping)

(shots firing)

(music continues)

(music continues)

(shots firing)

(shots firing)

(music continues)

(drones beeping)

(shots firing)

(music continues)

(glass shattering)

(music continues)

(Joe grunting)

- sh*t.

Lara?

Lara?

Hey, they're comin' back.

- They are heat seekers.

- Fire, fire.

- Fire, yes, yes, yes, yes.

- His books, his books.

Come on.

Come on.

Light?

- Yes.

Yes.

- Yeah.

You know, historically

this whole burn

a book thing doesn't

work out for people.

(anticipatory music)

(music continues)

Come on.

(music continues)

(shots firing)

(music continues)

(music continues)

See anything?

- No.

(music continues)

(drone whizzing)

Hey!

(shots firing)

(music continues)

(Joe groans)

(Joe groaning)

- f*ck!

(shots firing)

(music continues)

- We gotta get outta here.

We gotta get outta

this f*ck' house.

Let's go. f*ck.

Come on.

(dramatic music)

(Orlin coughing)

(shots firing)

(music continues)

(drone whizzing)

(music continues)

(shots firing)

(music continues)

(drone explodes)

- Got him.

- Yes, you did, American Joe.

Congratulations.

As I said before,

barbarism works.

(shots firing)

(music continues)

- Run!

(missiles whizzing)

(dramatic music)

(expl*si*n booming)

(music continues)

(sullen music)

(fire crackling)

(music continues)

(music continues)

What are you doing' after this?

- No plans.

(music continues)

No plans.

- Yeah, me too.

(water splashing)

- (gasping) No, don't

look at me like that.

You're lying.

- All right, I'll accept

that answer at face value.

Let's get you down here.

Let's go home, okay?

Hey, you can shave

my head, ink me up.

Hey, hey, hey, you hear me?

Come on, come on, stay with me.

I'm in, okay?

- You're gonna need

references (chuckles).

- No good.

(Lara gasping)

- About time.

Took you long enough.

It's almost time, Arch.

Sorry.

- How much time do I have?

- Just about a minute.

It's not exact.

- Well, you mind?

- I need you to

throw the p*stol.

- One more time .

- Clock's running.

(g*n clattering)

- All righty.

- What, what?

- I (coughing)...

For awhile.

- Awhile?

- I lied.

- What does he mean

you only have a minute?

- Poison.

He stuck me.

- What?

Where is it?

- He thinks.

(Lara gasping)

- [Lara] What?

(Chester groans)

- How?

How?

Oh.

- You know, Chester,

I saw that pilot die.

(Chester exhales)

I knew it was some

kind of poison.

I really did (groans).

And then, you know,

I had time to go look

through your hotel room.

- Yeah, I knew that

stuff in the vial

looked like water when I tried

to put it in the syringe.

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, f*ck (exhales).

You put it in the vodka.

Good, smart.

- You never did leave

a glass un-drunk.

(Joe chuckles)

- Gimme the anecdote.

Come on.

- This?

- Give it to me.

- Oh, come on.

- Listen, you're

gonna need help.

If you're goin' to

w*r against Burbridge,

you're gonna need friends.

You don't have any,

I'm just saying.

Oh, God damn.

Look, Burbridge betrayed me too.

Be nice.

Give me the antidote and I'll

join the team, I promise.

I'll k*ll as many

of 'em as I can.

I'll k*ll 'em all.

You know, I mean that, Arch.

Come on.

f*ck it, I deserve it.

You win.

Just take off.

- You do deserve it.

You do, but I need you.

So you're gonna bring

every black bag there is.

- I'll bring 'em all.

Good move.

Good move, Arch.

(helicopter engine whirring)

- Ah, sh*t.

Here's the cleanup crew.

(Chester groaning)

- Help, help.

That's help.

- It works.

(alarm wailing)

(engine whirring)

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Rudin (feat. David Davis)

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