Eye for an Eye (2018) - full transcript

Asset in sight.

He's fatter than

the last time I saw him.

Body shaming, Stace?

It's called

a physical description

supported by

the behavioral record

and psychological profile.

Maybe you should

go back to Spy 101?

Cut the chatter!

- He's heading to you. All clear.

- Roger.

Confirm the identity of

the subject, Anton Venkov.

Identity confirmed.

Relax. He's the

Second Assistant

to the Russian Ambassador

of Tunisia

not Vladimir Putin.

Wait.

He's stopping.

He's talking to someone.

Danny, is that you?

Danny...

Asset down!

Repeat... Venkov is down!

Agent Sellers down.

Repeat the status

of Agent Sellers!

He's dead, Darla!

- Stay in position!

Extraction team en route!

Agent An-

What did he give you?

Where is it?

The doctors have cleared you

to speak with us today.

Are you up to it?

Yes, I'm up to it.

It's a miracle you survived.

Yes, sir.

What's even more

of a miracle, I think,

is that three hours passed

between the time

of the air strike and when you

showed up at the safe house.

How do you account for that?

I can't.

You can't.

Okay.

Miss Anderson,

I don't think you realize

what's at stake here.

Maybe you're shell-shocked.

Maybe the doctors have you

on too much medication.

Maybe it's your time

of the month. I don't know.

So let me enlighten you.

Anton Venkov, the asset

you were monitoring

wasn't making a routine update.

Venkov was delivering

a list of the identities

of every Russian field agent

in every country of the world

to a courier we have yet

to identify.

It was a global list.

The Holy Grail of the

Western intelligence community.

OUR community.

Funny thing is...

Nobody in our community

even knew it existed.

Now, what does that tell you?

Not sure I'm following.

There is a Shadow Group

among us.

You are part of this Shadow

Group, are you not?

No, sir.

Who else could it have been?

You were the last agent

standing, correct?

Yes, sir. That's correct.

The op went bad.

The Russians -

The Russians

have no involvement!

Spare us the performance,

Miss Anderson.

And if it were up to me,

I would take you outside

and shoot you myself.

Enough!

With all due respect,

Mr. Chairman

the Shadow Group is still

a theory yet to be proven.

I know how difficult it can be.

I served as a field agent

for twenty years.

You don't know who to believe,

who to trust.

Even your own people.

- Do you have a point, Jessica?

- Yes! Sir.

Sometimes the most direct

route to an answer

is a direct question.

Agent Anderson...

the list has yet

to be recovered.

Do you know where it is?

No.

Three hours!

You sit under a drone strike

and see how long it takes you

to get to a safe house!

I served this country

with my life.

- Nothing more, nothing less.

- NO!

Your teammates gave

their lives! Not you!

Stacey Anderson...

you are hereby disavowed

by the Government

of the United States of America.

You will be given

a new identity,

transportation to

the city of your choice

and fifteen hundred

dollars severance.

Stacey Anderson

no longer exists.

Watch your back.

Sara...

Sara...

Sara!

Relax.

My parents will be here -

Any second, I know.

We can still make a run for it.

Now or never.

Never.

Delicious, Sara.

Lip-smackin' good.

Thank you.

She's a keeper, Kenny.

Don't let this one get away.

How did you two meet?

I bet it was very romantic.

Not exactly.

We met in the office.

At the copier.

Okay, they don't need

to know the full story.

He couldn't figure out how

to change the toner cartridge.

Clive barely knows how

to operate the TV remote.

But, um...

after that, we just clicked.

Every song that I loved,

he knew by heart.

Everything I wanted to do

was on his bucket list.

He's my best friend.

Well, that's

pretty amazing.

Where are you from, Sara?

Nowhere, really.

We moved around a lot.

Well, I'm sorry dear, but

that sounds a little vague.

Mom...

What, it's a perfectly

normal question.

You two have been

living together how long?

A year.

Almost two.

And this is the first time

we've had a real face to face.

You guys were in Japan

for a year.

It's a short eleven-hour

plane ride away.

Most home toilets in Japan

have a built-in bidet.

They call 'em washlets.

But the public restrooms

still have what they call

floor toilets.

It's a hole in the floor!

Oh my God...

you guys...

This is like

a nightmare I had...

last night!

I'm just trying to get to know

the person who's living

with my son.

The truth is, he really

doesn't tell me much.

It's okay.

The truth is,

I don't tell him much.

There's not much to tell. Uh...

I never knew my dad.

My mom had me really young.

She was in the military.

I'm an Army brat.

Grew up on military bases.

Well, that must have been

very difficult.

For both of you.

You know...

I'd love to meet her one day.

She was killed in action.

Oh. I'm so sorry.

- It's okay.

It was a long time ago.

To sacrifice.

For a noble cause.

It's not

my place, but...

I know two people who belong

together when I see it.

And I just wanna say

one more thing

and then I'll shut my trap.

There's nothing you'll know

in ten years

that you don't already

know in two.

Okay. I'm done. "Bone" appetit!

When I said before

about the bidet?

I didn't realize you might

not know what that is.

- Clive!

- Dad!

We'll get you overseas yet.

Till then...

take care of each other.

I am so sorry.

I'm sorry I can't tell you

everything about my past.

I'm not trying to be secretive.

I just -

It's okay.

No.

It's not.

Yes, it is.

I don't care about your past.

Everybody has a past.

There's things about me

I'm not proud of.

It's easy to fall in with

the wrong crowd

when you're young.

What?

That's exactly what happened.

I fell in with the wrong crowd.

You know me. Even if

you don't know the details.

You know me.

I know you and you know me.

Sara Thompson.

Hey, thanks for calling me back.

Yeah, I got those projections.

I really think a mix of print

and online is the way to go

for this one.

Great.

Alright, you guys,

have a good night.

Thanks, boss. You too.

Damn!

Hey did Boss seem

weird to you just now?

No.

Seriously, Ken?

We can't choose when and where

our lives change forever.

Three years ago

for me

it was right here.

Sara...

will you marry me?

Yeah... yes.

Thank you.

Why are you saying "thank you?"

I don't know.

I don't know what to say now.

Except that...

I can't wait to spend

the rest of my life with you.

That's perfect.

You're not planning a big

office surprise party, are you?

No. Maybe the boss

forgot something.

Hey, buddy!

Deliveries are downstairs!

Oh shit... oh shit...

Okay, Sara. I'm gonna

get us out of this.

Sara...

Sara!

Ken. About my past...

there are a couple things I

probably should have told you.

Like what?

Like my name isn't Sara.

Stacey Anderson!

Stacey Anderson!!

Stacey Anderson...

I'm not

going to kill you.

But I will kill Kenneth if you

do not cooperate.

We want the list.

Give it to me...

I go away.

Wait here.

Where are you going?!

This isn't what we're

supposed to do!

Ah!

What the hell's going on?

Well, in about sixty seconds

there'll be four

more guys coming

and they won't be as nice

as this one.

Four to five, maybe six.

I'm not sure what the standard

team configuration is

these days.

Oh shit.

Breathe, honey.

Deep breaths.

I'll explain everything.

Just don't move, okay?

Unless someone's about

to shoot. Then move.

That's your big strategy?

Don't move unless

someone's about to shoot?

No. That's not MY strategy.

That's YOUR strategy.

You need to pay attention, Ken!

Okay.

Where'd you put

the toner cartridge?

Huh?

The toner cartridge!

Uh... Sara?!

You're okay.

I am?

We gotta go.

Leave your phone, your

laptop, your car keys.

I'm sorry.

Sure.

And when you say go,

you don't mean

go to the police or go home

or go to Dave's for a drink?

No.

Man, that sucks.

I could really use a drink.

Police can't help us, Ken.

No one can.

Look, Sara...

I love you.

I really do.

But I'm a little freaked out

and I just need to lie down

and process all this.

We'll rest soon, sweetie.

We need to go now.

Sweetie?

I don't know you!

Yes. You do.

They'll kill you, Ken. Please.

Trust me now.

Trust you now.

Ken!

What's your name?

We don't have time for this...

Your name.

Stacey.

Where we going, Stacey?

We're stealing a car.

Guess that's an improvement.

We're a vector.

We need to keep our faces

off the cameras.

At least the ones

around the building.

They'll track the cars

coming out.

Yes. But too late.

So, you're like an assassin?

I am a sales rep

for a PR company.

Oh yeah? Me too.

This next part exposes us.

So for the next twenty

minutes, I need you

to promise that you'll

stop being angry.

Anger is a distraction,

and distractions get us killed.

We need to focus.

Deal?

Deal.

Everybody's staring!

They know!

No. It just seems that way.

It happens. It'll pass.

Excuse me, sir.

Thanks, Bob. I'll

follow up when I get back.

Came across an item

in my news feed

that might be of interest.

My office.

No, thank you, sir.

You sure?

It's eleven AM somewhere.

Calories. Sir.

Suit yourself.

What'd you see in your

news feed, Jessica?

Something about a

disgruntled employee

shooting up a PR firm

in Los Angeles?

You knew?

Just came in.

Director's having me

fly there tonight.

Is she dead?

I'm amazed at how

sentimental you are

about this one.

I know you worked in the field.

But you never knew her.

Never worked with her.

So what is it about her

that would make you

scan the news for

the last five years

searching for any mention

of her name?

We ended her life.

We took away her career, her -

her purpose.

Her livelihood. Her security.

Unjustly, I think.

I know how that feels.

You retired from the field

with the highest commendation.

I was forced out.

It's a young gal's game, Jess.

You knew that

when you were young.

Yeah, well, so did she.

But she didn't get

a commendation.

She was thrown to the wolves.

And now the wolves have come.

She's a traitor, Jessica.

Working for

a shadow organization

inside our own community.

It's more powerful

than you know.

She's running.

But I'm gonna find her.

And I'm gonna terminate her.

On whose authority?

The President.

Look, if she's working for

the shadow organization,

why would they take her out?

They didn't.

It was the Russians.

And how do you know that?

I still have a few friends

in the field.

There's another possibility.

I'm all ears.

It wasn't the Russians.

It was the Shadow Group.

Only she's not working

for them or the Russians.

And she's out there...

alone.

I want the list.

If she has it,

whatever's coming her way

she deserves.

- Come on, Jess.

Don't go soft on me now.

Has it been that long?

Sir?

Whenever a prospective asset

offers you a drink?

You never say no.

Besides...

She's not alone.

She's with her boyfriend.

Poor bastard.

To all the poor bastards.

Every single one of us.

I used to be a field operative

for the CIA.

I was on assignment in Tunisia.

Standard Operating Procedure

for over a year.

We worked our assets.

They worked theirs.

It was routine. Peaceful.

They?

If there's an "us,"

there's gotta be a "them."

In Seoul, it's North Korea.

Kuala Lumpur, it's China.

In Tunisia, it's the Russians.

- But it stays balanced.

It works.

We'd made contact with

the Second Assistant

to the Russian Ambassador

of Tunisia.

He agreed

to give us information.

Basic stuff. Nothing major.

But after a year,

somehow he stumbles onto

a list of Russian operatives.

The Global List.

Every undercover Russian agent

in every theater in the world.

Jackpot. It was his way out.

But something went wrong

in the transfer.

I retrieved the list.

Just before they dropped

a bomb on my head.

I remember that.

- Like five years ago.

I saw it on the news.

- I though it was ISIS.

It was the Russians?

Not ISIS. Not the Russians.

Who?

There's a Shadow Group in the

U.S. intelligence community.

A group working against even

the most covert mandates.

Nobody talks about it, or maybe

they just won't talk to me.

I'm convinced it's real.

And they're behind all of this.

My entire team was killed

in the hours after the bombing.

All to get the list.

And you have it?

Jesus, Sara.

It was my insurance policy.

They couldn't do anything to me

because they couldn't be sure

what would happen to the list

if they did.

And they couldn't

coerce me, because...

I didn't have anything to lose.

Until now.

I'm so sorry, Ken.

I never should have tried

to live a normal life.

It was just so nice.

I've never had that before.

Never expected it 'cause

I never thought I deserved it.

There's a lot

I haven't told you.

The whole story about

not knowing your father,

your mother in the Army,

you moving around all the time?

It's true.

That's all true.

I was recruited

when I was eighteen.

I thought it would

mean something,

give me something. Make me

feel better, but...

it didn't.

My whole goddamn life

I have just been...

so lonely.

And then for the first time -

I got you into this.

I will get you out of it.

You should keep this.

Is this all because you really

don't want to marry me?

I thought I knew you.

You do.

I swear you do.

Well, let's say I do.

How are we gonna keep gun-

toting Shadow Group assassins

from crashing our wedding?

We're gonna do what I should

have done in the first place.

Get the list and give it back

to the Russians.

Da!

You are

panting like dog, Sasha.

I'm sorry, sir.

But you said

all Level 7 messages

were not to be sent

electronically.

Perhaps we should move

your office closer.

You were right

to watch her, Dmitri.

It appears so.

Does this mean she has the list?

Perhaps.

It means someone certainly

thinks she does.

How in the hell

did this ever get out!

Sasha, have there been

any new developments?

No, Dmitri Antonovich.

The only certainty is that

someone made Second

Assistant Venkov believe

he discovered it by chance.

We do not know who

gave him access

but there is yet no evidence

of involvement by the West.

Actually -

Actually what, Sasha?

Well, sir

the lack of any evidence that

our system was hacked is...

unusual.

What are you saying, Sasha?

Someone within in our own

community has betrayed us?

No, Dmitri Antonovich.

What I say is that...

I am not competent enough

to find evidence

of the U.S. involvement.

This...

this is bad business.

The is the business we are in,

Ivan Petrovich.

Find her, Dmitri.

Take care of it personally.

Bring back what was

taken from us.

And terminate her

for the trouble.

With pleasure.

Where were you?

Checking the platform.

Making sure no one got on.

Sorry. I didn't know

where you were.

It's okay.

How come you never

showed me that?

I don't know.

I don't like to look at it,

but I can't throw it away.

September 27th, huh?

Yep.

Libra.

That explains a lot.

Wake me up next time, okay?

You needed to sleep.

Got a long way to go.

But you're not gonna tell me

where we're going, are you.

It would be a...

tactical mistake.

It's okay, Sasha.

Relax.

I know that you are Dmitri's man

and that he has

great faith in you.

But...

I need you to do

something for me...

keep it just between us.

Can you do that?

Yes, Andrei Ivanovich.

I am curious by nature.

I'm not sure

if you know that about me.

It does me no favors

in my career, let me tell you.

But curiosity is a thing

that doesn't leave you alone.

It pesters you and pesters you..

Until you must satisfy it.

So...

it is not me asking,

but my curiosity.

If the unimaginable is,

in fact, imagined.

And one among us is

working against us.

Someone very close

to us, perhaps.

If this person managed

to expose the list to Venkov,

for some secret purpose

we don't yet know,

working among shadows

into which we cannot see,

it would satisfy my curiosity

to find out who this person is.

Are there methods

that you have not yet used

but that you might use now

to find out if this

unimaginable person exists?

Yes, Andrei Ivanovich.

Then do it, devushka!

And tell no one.

Thanks for saving my life.

There's something

I haven't told you.

Yeah?

Your favorite color

isn't purple?

You don't hate curry?

They'll be waiting for us.

What?! How do you know?

Because this is the last stop

and they haven't

boarded the train.

So you've known

for the past hour?

Why didn't you tell me?

It was important

you didn't think about it.

- You needed to relax.

- Ah!

Don't mother me, Sara.

You know I hate that.

My mother does that!

- Are you finished?

- No!

What's the plan?

Not dying.

The man on the platform.

The couple behind us.

The guy in the blue shirt.

Sorry...

I'm seeing things

that aren't there again.

- No.

You're two for three.

You missed a couple others

but otherwise pretty good.

I can't do this.

You remember

the Spain trip?

The what?

Madrid. We went to

the oldest restaurant

in the world. Botin.

We were only

there for a day.

We had a one chance for a

once in a lifetime experience

but they were booked solid.

And just as we went to leave

that guy called us back in.

Do you remember?

He led us

through the kitchen

to a secret dining room.

That's right.

Do you remember what we

talked about for the first time

in that dining room?

Our future?

Um, Sara...

I think we should focus

on the present.

We are, dear.

For the next

sixty seconds

I don't want you to think.

- Don't think?

- No.

What do I do?

Concentrate.

Move please!

She's heading towards

the West exit!

This way.

- ...converge!

West exit!

All teams! West exit!

Come on, Sara!

Wha is this?

Dead center of a dead zone.

Last time I checked, anyway.

No cameras for a mile

in any direction. Ready?

We're jogging?!

We're running for our lives!

One mile! As fast as you can!

I didn't know

Secret agent stuff

was so aerobic.

Put this on. Quick.

Wait. Why do you have two?

You knew this was gonna happen?

Do you see any shoes in here

that would fit you?!

Both hoodies are for me!

Would have put one on

in the parking garage

and swapped the other one

out on the train

and gotten away just fine!

You think guns going off is

some kind of a thrill for me?!

It's the worst case scenario,

but it's what we've got here

so I'm improvising.

I'm holding you back.

You're the wind

beneath my wings.

Now get your head down

and let's go.

Yes, sir, Mr. Director.

How long ago?

I'm wheels up in twenty.

I'll find her

and the Shadow Group

before he gets off the plane.

Agreed, sir.

But Dmitri Mitriev is a spy

not a politician.

The Russians know the rules.

If he gets in the way,

I'll just put him down.

And they won't say

a damn thing about it.

Yes, sir.

Is this the drop off?

I mean the pickup?

How do you say it?

It's just a bar, Ken.

Yeah, I know,

but why are we here?

For a drink.

The place we're going

doesn't open till morning.

We'll be safe here till closing.

Later, if we can make friends.

Wow.

So you're a drinker.

Sorry. Old habit.

People in the field drink.

It's a thing.

No, I get it.

Shaken not stirred.

The cool factor.

The anxiety.

It's just a little bit

nerve-wracking

not knowing if someone's

going to put a bullet

in your head at any moment.

The list is more dangerous

then anybody realizes.

For the Russians?

For the world.

You're a child

sitting in your bed at night.

And you're deathly afraid

of the dark.

But you've got this

one flashlight.

Keeps the room lit.

Keeps your worst fears

from coming true.

Keeps you safe.

Then someone comes

and takes it away.

Everything goes dark.

What do you do?

Wait for morning.

You're a child. You don't know

when morning is.

And even if you did,

it's infinitely far away.

So you create you own morning

and launch the first strike

against the U.S.

and Western Alliance.

And make everything so bright

it'll never go dark again.

But...

that's crazy.

Everybody knows a nuclear war

isn't winnable.

Where'd you hear that?

TV?

It's comforting,

but it isn't true.

With the right strategy

and the willingness

to suffer losses

every war is winnable.

Even a nuclear one.

Oh, wow.

That's, uhh...

That's unsettling.

Will it really stop after this?

Won't they wanna tie up

loose ends or something?

I'm not a loose end.

I don't know anything.

What about the Shadow people?

What'd you call them?

The Shadow Group.

They're ghosts.

How'd you hear about them?

I was accused

of being one of them.

But you're not.

No. I'm not.

I don't want to ask,

but I have to.

Is there anything

you haven't told me?

You said it didn't matter.

Said you knew me.

That was before we were

running for our lives

and you killed, like,

twenty guys.

Nine.

Oh. Okay. Only nine.

Sorry, I've grossly

overestimated the number

of human beings - you actually

with your bare hands - and guns

You know everything

that matters.

- Last call!

- Everything.

Guess we're not staying.

Yeah. Making friends takes

a little more effort.

It's okay. I know a good place

we'll be safe.

Da.

Send a memo

up the chain.

Level 7.

Intelligence Officer

Dmitri Mitriev will have them

in twenty-four hours.

And Sasha...

I hope you are getting

some work done

and not texting boyfriend

all day.

Yes. Dmitri Antonovich.

You need to work on your

definition of "good place."

What can I do for you?

I need to pick up a long hold.

What's a "long hold?"

L-H-5-9-5-2-5.

Tryin' to trick me, right?

My parole officer send you here?

Not unless he's been planning it

for the last five years.

Check the package. 59525.

Look...

I paid the full nine, asshole.

So unless you want that arm

broken in three places,

I suggest you get your ass up

and go get my package.

Who's he?

None of your goddamn business.

Her fiancé.

Fiancé, huh?

Congratulations.

Don't ever do that again.

What?

Give someone more information

than they need to know.

Okay, what?

You want a receipt?

No. I want two U.S. passports.

No more than three years old.

Hm.

That's gonna cost you extra.

Two U.S. passports.

Easy peasy.

They changed the laminate,

the overlay,

and the watermark.

But they didn't

change the readers.

You know what the readers check?

The no-fly list.

Jesus.

I could put a carton of eggs

under that scanner,

it'll wave me through

every time.

I don't trust him.

What if he already

opened it and took the list?

Did you check it?

Is there a problem?

No.

'Cause you're doing a lot

of whispering.

I don't like whispering.

I just asked

if she opened the package

to see if the contents

were there.

Of course, the contents

are there.

Why wouldn't the contents

be there?

It's okay.

No. It's not okay!

My integrity is being

called into question here.

Open it.

I'm good.

No. It's not good. 'Cause

you're whispering

and talking shit behind my back.

Now let's get this over with.

Open it.

She doesn't want you to see.

Oh!

Okay...

Fine!

Now open it.

Stacey!

Nice to finally meet you.

That's my girl!

Ken! Stop!

Stop!

Wasted a lotta years on you.

So goddamn hard to get.

So paranoid.

You know what they say.

Just 'cause you're paranoid

doesn't mean

they're not out to get you.

Tried three times before me.

Shoulda stayed paranoid, Stace.

I guess it's understandable

to go a little soft

on the outside.

I don't know how you did it.

I was ready

to blow my brains out

every day towards the end there.

At least I finally got to blow

someone's brains out.

Just gotta check something

then we're good to go.

What the hell?

Stacey!

What is this?!

This whole time.

Are you kidding me?

What's the password?

What's the password?

You don't need me

to tell you, Ken.

You already know.

'Cause you know me so well.

And I know you.

Isn't that what we said?

Stop messing around -

- What's the passcode, Ken?

- Don't push me, Stace.

What is it?!

Botin.

You kept talking about it.

That's what you want me

to think it is.

But there was another time.

In Cannes.

We were on the Croisette.

There was a woman

with a baby in a stroller.

She was with her mother.

The mother said the baby's

name, and the look on your face.

It meant something to you.

We could never figure out what.

Your mother was Elizabeth.

Case Officer was Joan.

Favorite teacher was Peggy.

Not one ALICE

in the whole bunch.

I don't have to

kill you quickly.

No, you don't.

You wanna see

how soft I've gotten?

Let's find out!

You're a goddamn psycho.

You have no idea.

Yeah...

I have some idea.

Wilkins, sir.

Tom Osborne.

Kind of a surprise

you coming out here like this.

I was diverted.

Seems there was an incident

at the train station.

Incident?

It was a goddamn mess.

Check the tapes.

Hey!

Hey,

I'm talking to you!

Hey.

I'm talking to you.

Excuse me, sir. Can I see that?

Dispatch, L639 at the Valley

Station crime scene.

I need authorization on a

Thomas Osborne.

Credentials are

Central Intelligence Agency.

I've never seen Central

Intelligence Agency

credentials before

except on

TV.

- Copy L639.

Standby.

L639,

credentials confirmed.

He's good to go.

Sorry, sir. Just doing my job.

You're the only one.

Excuse me, sir?

Of seventeen officers

on the scene,

three who asked to see

my credentials,

you're the only one

who called them in.

Well, those guys probably know

what those credentials

look like.

Lotta sharp guys

in this district.

By the book AND loyal.

Wow.

What do you make of this,

Officer...

Dell?

Bunch of dead people.

Heh, yeah...

NO.

Tell me what you really think.

Whoever did this had skills.

Seen the security footage?

Seen the marksmanship.

Hearts and heads.

These are kill shots.

Goddamn precise.

Never seen anything like it.

And I've seen a few things.

Whatever these guys came to do,

they weren't up to the task.

You think they were all

working together?

I do.

Different ages.

Different dress.

Different backgrounds.

Same guns.

What kind of guns?

Foreign.

Never seen 'em before.

Thank you, Officer Dell.

If you ever want to make

a career change,

you give me a call.

Loyalty has to be

for the right cause.

Otherwise, it's called

complicity.

You sure you don't

want me to take you

some place more scenic?

No.

This is quite fine.

Is very lovely city.

What is this area called?

Um... Skid Row.

Lovely.

Well, I'm gonna have to stop

for gas soon.

Somebody you don't

wanna talk to?

Stop the car in five minutes.

Don't you care

where you're going?

I know where I'm going.

Stop the car in five minutes.

What the hell

do you want, old man?

Okay...

We lose them here.

Where?

Sacramento.

Where in Sacramento?

I don't know.

They drove into a dead zone.

Whoever that is, they really

know what they're doing.

Dead zone.

What is "dead zone?"

It's like...

No cameras.

There must be cameras.

I'm thinking you are not as good

as they said you were.

Is very bad if the Americans

can see what we can't.

I'm hacked into their system

right now.

What we see IS what they see.

Actually...

The only thing

that they can see.

But we can see more.

So the driver

reported the drop-off roughly

in the center at 10:24 PM.

Center.

She is very smart.

The radius of cameras

around the dead zone

is roughly one mile.

Adjusting to walking time.

Not walking.

Running.

What is record for fastest mile?

By a human?

Three minutes

forty-three seconds.

Start there.

Okay.

This will greatly increase

the time necessary to find them.

Sir.

If I may suggest -

- There.

Wake up.

You need to eat.

You're gonna eat this if I have

to shove it down your throat.

You're not with the Russians.

I don't know.

'Cause the Russians

would have me on a plane

back to Russia by now,

With the full cooperation

of the U.S. Government,

half of which are Russian spies.

Exactly.

You're part of the Shadow Group.

Finish.

We've got a long way to go.

What were you?

Military?

CIA? NSA?

How did they get to you?

What line of bullshit

did they use to convince you?

What convinced you?

I was done, Ken.

I was out. I was in love.

I'm not gonna ask

if any of it was real.

I thought you loved me, Ken.

Sleep.

What's the

password? What's the password?

What's the password?

- Libra.

That explains a lot.

What's the password? What's

the pass - What's the password?

- Password What's the password?

Wh-what's the password?

Word What's the - What's the

password? What's the password?

I can't wait

to spend the rest

of my life with you.

Because I

started smiling.

We're almost there.

You said that an hour ago.

Make a sound I swear I'll put

a bullet in each of their heads.

Do you understand?

AH!

It's a mile radius from where

they were dropped off.

There's 126 cameras

that we'll need to check.

Unless they're still there.

They're not.

Let's find 'em, goddammit.

How's your leg?

You have to do better than that.

You gotta

be kidding me.

A secret mountain hideaway?

A bomb shelter.

We already have

plenty of those.

Not one the Russians

don't know about.

Not much use

to being underground

if you can't come up

for a thousand years.

We need the passcode, Stacey.

Let's leave.

Right now. Me and you.

Throw that damn thing

in the ocean

and live on a beach

until we die.

My life has

more purpose than that.

It has to.

No it doesn't.

There is no cause, Ken.

There is peace and there is war

and that's it.

Aren't those worth dying for?

Stacey?

Only one of them.

Let's go.

If I knew what you

were looking for

maybe I could help you find it.

Is that it?

"It?"

Agent Wilkins?

An eye for an eye, Thomas.

Tooth for a tooth, Dmitri.

When I said she was a keeper,

didn't mean it literally.

She installed a destructive

passcode on the file,

then mailed it

to a long hold dead drop.

Well, this is a surprise.

To say the least.

This wasn't your mission.

There was a complication.

Yes, I heard.

Three hours.

Clever, Stacey.

Wet check.

Just the shoulder.

Through and through.

And the nose.

Before I kill you,

I'm gonna try to...

talk some sense into you.

Field agent to field agent.

Woman to woman.

My involuntary retirement

from the field was

a promotion. I didn't like it,

but what was I going to do?

I took it.

I would finally get to see

behind the curtain.

I would finally get to

find out the reason for things.

What I saw

sickened me.

Adolescent.

Petty.

Criminally ignorant and

pathologically apathetic.

So I decided

to blow the whole...

thing... up.

It's the best thing

for everyone, really.

Except for the

millions of innocent people

that you'll kill.

Stacey, please.

Listen to me with an open mind.

We are not at odds.

Your loyalties are misplaced.

War is inevitable.

And it's a war

we're going to lose

unless we know exactly

when it's coming.

So, it's a war by definition

we must set in motion.

But a nuclear war

isn't winnable.

Everyone knows that.

Last chance, Stacey.

Okay.

Okay?

Why the change of heart?

The list isn't my mission.

Exactly, dear.

My thoughts exactly.

The passcode is...

ALICE.

I don't

understand, Stacey.

Did you just come

all the way here

just to die?!

The list wasn't my mission.

I came all this way to kill you.

Ahhhh!

Ahhhhhhh!

Finish her!

Finish her!!

What are you doing,

Agent Anderson?

She's getting away.

There's so much you don't know.

- I don't agree with you, Stace.

But I love you.

So it doesn't matter.

Don't talk.

I just gotta know one thing.

The passcode.

You played me, didn't you.

You didn't pick "ALICE."

I did.

The file's a fake, so

the passcode has to be a fake.

Anything will open it.

You made me think

that we were in love.

The hell was that for?

Stay awake.

And for punching me.

And for like five other things.

Here. You can

test your theories.

Bring it here.

Come get it.

Stacey!

I'm dying here!

Stop whining!

This one's a keeper.

Yeah.

Keeps trying to kill me.

I'll be damned.

This was a tough one.

Not very.

The list?

Safe.

To be used again, if we need it.

And Dmitri?

He had to do a bit

of housecleaning.

What's next?

China.

Two weeks.

I'm ready now.

Three weeks.

Stacey.

We have contingencies.

There's a life

you could still live.

I'm living it. Sir.

Come in!

Hello, Officer Dell.

Thank you

for answering the call.

Please have a seat.

I'll be with you in a minute.

Three and a half weeks.

No more.

No less.

Yes, sir.

Thank you for coming,

Officer Dell.

I'd like to tell you about

the world as it really is.

And what you can do to save it.

I'm all ears, sir.

You should know...

It requires great risk

and greater sacrifice.

Hi, Dad.

You okay?

Everything alright?

Yeah.

That was a long one.

Yeah. Sorry.

We have a visitor!

Hi, Mom.

Sweetheart.

Dad! It's okay! It's alright.

He's with me.

He's with you?

Ohh.

Sorry about that.

Come on, son. I'm not

gonna shoot ya...

now.

John, pleased to meet ya.

Nice to meet you.

Thank you.

I'm Alice.

Nice to meet you. David.

Good to meet you, David.

Come inside. We're about

to cook some dinner.

Maribeth, why don't

you show David around the place

while we go set things up.

David.

Maribeth.

You don't like it.

I like it a lot.