Face/Off (1997) - full transcript

Sean Archer, a very tough, rugged FBI Agent, is still grieving for his dead son Michael. Archer believes that his son's killer is his sworn enemy and a very powerful criminal, Castor Troy. One day, Archer has finally cornered Castor, however, their fight has knocked out Troy cold. As Archer finally breathes easy over the capture of his enemy, he finds out that Troy has planted a bomb that will destroy the entire city of Los Angeles and all of its inhabitants. Unfortunately the only other person who knows its location is Castor's brother Pollux, and he refuses to talk. The solution, a special operation doctor that can cut off people's faces, and can place a person's face onto another person. Archer undergoes one of those surgeries to talk to Pollux. However, Castor Troy somehow regains consciousness and now wants revenge on Archer for taking his face. Not only is Troy ruining Archer's mission, but his personal life as well. Archer must stop Troy again. This time, it's personal.

-Have you eaten anything?
-No.

What is this, a picnic?
Let's go! We got 1 0 minutes to go!

-Punch me out.
-You got it.

Any word from the LAPD lntelligence?

lf there is such a thing.

Not yet, sir.

Of course not.

Because we're a covert
antiterrorism team

that is so secret
that when we snap our fingers

nothin' happens!

Sheriff's department, airport police...



Still waiting,
but lnterpol insists he's in Tripoli.

Yeah, well,
you trust that billion-dollar satellite!

l'll trust a $1 0 snitch at this point.

-Sean, look...
-What?

Why don't you give 'em
a little break, okay?

We'll take a break
when the case breaks, okay?

You know, l never really enjoyed
the Messiah.

ln fact, l think it's fucking boring.

But your voice
makes even a hack like Handel

seem like a genius.

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Victor, when we...
When we put this thing to bed,

you can brand the Fourth Amendment
on my butt!

Thank you.



Sir, excuse me. Your wife is on line one.

Sean!

A jet was just charted.
Anderson Airfield.

Guess who paid the bill in cash.
Pollux Troy!

-Put one of our people on that plane.
-Wait, we still got no sign of Castor!

Pollux doesn't fly without big brother!
Now, come on!

You're 26 minutes late.
The casing didn't fit, right?

See, l told you goddamn
Dietrich would try to pawn off

some cheap shit North Korean plastic.

Casing fit like a condom.

You didn't deviate from the plan,
did you, Pollux?

How long you want me to sit here
twiddling my thumbs?

l paid for the jet... Save us some time.

That's what the boys are for,
to hide our famous faces.

lf l didn't love you so damn much,
l'd have to kill you, Bro.

l hate it when you call me, "Bro."

You guys are paid to protect him
from everybody, including himself.

And stay away from downtown
on the 1 8th, it's gonna be a little

smoggy.

Okay, my passengers are here.
l gotta go.

Let's go. Let's go. l'm bored. Let's go.

-Here you go.
-Bravo.

Would you like anything else
once we're airborne?

Oh, a peach.

Sit. Come here.

You know, l can eat a peach for hours.

Come here.

lf l were to send you flowers,
where would l...

No, wait. Let me rephrase.

lf l were to let you suck my tongue,

would you be grateful?

There's someone on the runway.

Get off of me!

Archer!

FBl!

This is a very big gun.
Fly the fucking plane.

Come on. That's it.

Come on, let's go!

Damn it! Don't play chicken
with a goddamn jet!

Come on!

He's got Winters! God damn it!

Damn it, Sean!

All units, pin 'em in!

Close in on 'em!

One of yours, Sean?

Shit!

Out! Come on! Let's go! Go!

God damn it, Sean!

Take off now!

-Fly!
-l can't!

Fly, bitch!

All units, locked and ready!
Follow Archer's lead!

What the fuck are you doing?

There's an engine out. We gotta stop.

Move it, move it, move it!

Pollux!

Cas!

Secure the hangar!

Berkley, down!

Down!

Give up, Castor! Your time's up!

Well, you better hit me, Sean,
'cause you only got one bullet left.

So do you.

Wow!

We've got somethin' in common!

We both know our guns.

What we don't have in common

is that l don't care if l live, and you do.

Sean, that hurts.

You're not havin' any fun,
are you, Sean?

Why don't you come with us?

Try terrorism for hire.
We'll blow some shit up. lt's more fun!

-Shut the fuck up.
-You watch your fucking mouth!

l'm about to unleash
the biblical plague "Hell-A" deserves.

But l'll give this shithole a break
if my brother and l walk.

-Bullshit.
-Oh, no, l see, you think l'm bluffing.

Maybe l am. But then, maybe l'm not.

More importantly, what would you do
with me locked up?

You'd drive your wife and kid crazy.

Say, how is your daughter anyway?
ls she ripening by now?

Your darling Janie,
your little peach, is she ripe?

l'm ready!

Okay.

Please, man, don't shoot me.

l'm scared, Seany.

Well, l think you better pull the trigger.

Because l don't give a fuck.

I'm ready

Ready for the big ride, baby

Well, Sean,
looks like Elvis done left the building.

lt wasn't my fault!
Why won't you ever be on my side?

l am always on your side,
but you have to give me a chance.

Now what?

She was suspended again.

Some kid made a crack
about her clothes.

She started a fight.

That's right, Dad.
Don't even ask me what happened.

Okay, what happened?

l see.

Not like you would believe me anyway.

Jamie, look, it's not easy, okay.

l mean...

You change the way you look
every week.

And the way you act...
Who are you supposed to be now?

l'm supposed to be me.

Not like you have a clue
who l am anyway!

l have to work tonight.

l called to tell you,
but l was on hold for 1 0 minutes,

and l couldn't wait any longer.

l got him, Eve.

lt's over.

Oh, Sean!

l'll make it up to you and Jamie,
l promise.

l'll put in for a desk job,
l'll do counseling,

sit down, talk about Mike, l'll do it.
Anything you want.

l just want you.

Well, good,
'cause that's what you're gonna get.

You happy?

Yes. Yeah!

Oh, thank God!

Hold on.

What is all this?

Sir, the ClA sent this over.

l didn't know they catered. Send it back.

No, wait.

How about...

What about to Anderson,
Montgomery, Berkley,

Pincus, Gianelli,

Winters.

How's Loomis?

He's gonna need a little surgery, but...

He'll be okay.

-What's up?
-Special Ops. They want a word.

Forget it. l don't have the time.

Better make time, Sean.

Recovered from the jet wreckage.
Found in Pollux Troy's briefcase.

Porcelain casing,

thermal cloak,

nerve gas and biological payload.

lt's enough to flatten a square mile,

and then,
depending on the prevailing winds,

the fallout will be a tad worse
than Gulf War Syndrome.

A biblical... A biblical plague that L.A...

Where is he? Where is Pollux Troy?

Why draw the schematic
if you're not gonna build the bomb?

Is it a crime in this country
to exercise the mind?

l'm interested in...

l won't say another word
until l see my brother.

Any progress?

l need about 1 0 minutes alone
with this guy.

Give it a rest. You got Castor.
Just go home.

Look, we're not gonna evacuate the city
on your hunch!

l know Castor too well
for this to be a hunch!

You know what?

Just run the goddamn Bureau
any way you like!

l could put an agent in his cell.
Maybe Pollux will let it slip.

Oh, come on.
He's a paranoid sociopath.

The only person he'd talk to
about that bomb

is his brother, and he's dead.

There is one other possibility.

Oh, God!

You're keeping him alive!

Relax, Archer. He's a turnip.

What if you could walk
into Erewhon prison

and give Pollux a nice, big-brotherly hug

as Castor Troy?

l have no idea what you're talking about.

Let me try.

Malcolm Walsh.

-l run the biocover unit for special ops.
-l know who you are.

But you don't know what l can do.

Physical alteration, augmentation...

Dr. Walsh can alter
the likeness, even the voice,

of a government witness.

l think you'll recognize this patient.

We had to build your friend Loomis
a whole new ear from scratch.

What we're suggesting for you, Archer,
isn't a permanent transplant like that,

just a temporary trade.

Come here.

With the new anti-inflammatories,
healing takes days, not weeks.

Your blood types won't match,
but Pollux won't know that.

Height difference is negligible.

Skin pigment, eye pigment,
both almost identical.

We'll use laser shears for the hairline,
microplugs for body hair.

We'll do an abdominoplasty,
take care of those love handles.

But all that's the easy part.

Here's the real science.

This is a state-of-the-art
morphogenetic template.

The inside is modeled on your skull,

the outside exactly like Troy's.

Then we fit his face on top.
Not a replica, but the real thing.

Then we simply connect the muscles,
tear ducts and nerve endings.

So, you want to take his face
and mine...

Borrow!

The procedure's completely reversible.

You think that l want to do this?

No. No!

-There's no one else!
-No!

You have lived and breathed
Castor Troy for years.

l'll get his gang to talk. That's what l do!

What if you can't? The bomb will blow,
and Castor Troy will win.

Get out! Go ahead!

And wipe your ass.

Damn! What the hell is that smell?

-He shit in his pants.
-Where's Dietrich?

Hello, Sasha.

When was the last time
you saw Castor Troy?

-Who cares? He's dead.
-Answer the question.

l know my rights.
l don't have to answer shit.

You're right, but know this.
You're a convicted felon

on probation for harboring Castor Troy.

One phone call from me and
your son will end up in a foster home.

l understand why you would use
such a threat.

But you try to take him away from me,
l swear to you...

l haven't seen him for years.

This reeks of you.
lt's got your signature all over it.

Maybe.

But you ain't got nothin' on me,
and you know it.

Maybe so,
but l can keep you within city limits,

or l can talk to your sister again.
She's right outside.

Only this time, l'll be nice.

Hey, Sean,

how's your dead son?

l don't know...

Okay, okay,
l heard somethin' about the 1 8th!

But that's all l know.

Great. So we got a date,
but where the hell's the damn bomb?

Only Pollux Troy will know that.

lt's your call, Sean.

Does Lazarro know your plan?

No, this is a black-bag operation,
strictly off the books.

You can't tell Lazarro,
and you can't tell your wife.

Oh, God.

What are you asking me to do?

Okay, let's see... You're asking me

to break the law, risk my neck...

And you're asking me
to put in the dark all the people

that love me and trust me.

l'll do it.

Sean.

l'm sorry l woke you.

Oh, l'm glad it's you that woke me

and not a phone call
telling me you won't be coming home.

But that's a fear
l can finally let go of, huh?

Oh, it's all right, Sean. lt's okay.

l keep...

l keep wanting to move this over here,
you know?

lf it had only been an inch to the left,

Mikey would be alive.

And you wouldn't be.

Sean, things are gonna get better
now that you're home.

The scar won't move,
but it will heal if you let it.

Everything will be better
now that this is forever out of our lives.

Eve, if l told you that l realized
that this thing won't fully end

until l did one last thing...

Eve, something vital.

You're going back on assignment again.

Just one last time.

Come on, Eve.

"l'm not going anywhere,"
that's what you told me.

You don't need me
to tell you what to do, Sean.

You never have, so go.

But go now.

Sean, l'm changin' my mind.

This is a suicide mission.

Yeah, l know. l know.

But maybe this doctor... lf he...

lf he can do even half
of what he says he can do,

maybe it'll work. l don't know.

l'd become Castor Troy, be in control.

That's the part that scares me.

Doctor, l have something...

l have this scar that... That...

lf you can put this back
after all this is over...

lt's important to me. lt's like a reminder.

Sure.

Tito, please hold this for me.

Please.

Okay, let's go.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

Sean.

Hey, you okay?

Come on, talk to me, Sean.

Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!

Sean!

Sean! Sean!

Come on, sit down! Sean! Sean!

Archer!

You're Sean Archer!
You're Sean Archer!

Sean Archer.

When this is over,

l want you to take this face and burn it.

Hey...

l still sound like me.

l've implanted a microchip
on your larynx.

lt's fantastic,
but you'll have to be careful.

Pressure, a sharp blow,
even a violent sneeze could dislodge it.

Just repeat what you hear.

Peach... I can eat a peach for hours.

Peach...

l can eat a peach for hours.

There's a scratchy tickle.

Peach...

I can eat a peach for hours.

Peach...

I can eat a peach for hours.

Once again.

Peach... l can eat a peach for hours.

Perfect.

Now, Sean, six days until the 1 8th,
the clock's ticking, and so is the bomb.

You've got two days to get Pollux to talk.

Either way, Miller comes in,
pulls you out.

You got me?

-What's the matter?
-Face itches.

You all right? Come on, let's go.

Archer's gonna be pissed
when he comes back

from his training op and finds out.

The guy's knee-deep in Georgia swamp.

You are now the property
of Erewhon prison.

A citizen of nowhere.

The Geneva Convention is void here.

Amnesty lnternational
doesn't know we exist.

When l say your ass belongs to me,
l mean exactly that.

This entire prison's
one big magnetic field.

The boots tell us where you are.

6-21 to population!

What's the matter, pal?
Don't you remember the little people?

-Burke Hicks.
-Oh, yeah.

l bust...

Believe Sean Archer busted you
for stalking the UN Secretary General.

No, Archer framed me!
l ain't had nothin' to do with that.

Word was you got wasted.

You want to see what
"wasted" looks like, little man?

Pollux.

Yeah!

Out of the way!

Central, there's a disturbance
in the population.

-Go to lockdown.
-Hold that lockdown.

Come on, you pussy!

Watch your fucking mouth.

Watch your fucking mouth!

'Cause l'm Castor Troy! Yeah!

l'm Castor Troy!

Yeah!

Lock 'em down!

l stop the fights, not you.

That's two strikes for you, Dubov.
One more, you know where you're goin'.

-When l get out of here...
-lf you get out of here.

...l'm gonna have you fired.

Lars? lt's me.

Believe it!

Someone...

They took... Switched my...

Some fucking...

But it's cool.

We're gonna deal with it.

Oh, yes! We're gonna deal with it!

-What's this about?
-Dr. Walsh!

l was just sittin' here,
enjoyin' some of your greatest hits here.

Oh, l hope you don't mind.

l partook of your groovy...
Your groovy painkillers.

This is fabulous work. This is... Oh!

Bravo!

Bra-fucking-vo!

Oh, God, this is excellent!

Bravo!

What do you want?

Take one goddamn guess!

Wish they'd play some of those
salmon-spawning scenes again.

l found them intensely erotic.

Fucking nature channel.

One more waterfall,
l'm gonna foam at the mouth.

lt's like they're begging us to riot.

Excuse me.

Not feeling very coordinated lately,
are you?

Look, Bro,

you gotta help me.

l am so fried.

lf the psychos in here
find out l'm misfiring,

we're both gonna be dead meat.

Shock treatment?

What's the matter with you,
did they operate?

l was in a coma.
Jesus, you're still so fucking paranoid!

Aren't they giving you
your medication in here?

What was my medication?

Pollux, l hand-fed you those pills
for years.

Vivex. l haven't forgotten that.

lt's just everything else.

lt's senses, my reflexes...

My memory.

lt's like a tab of bad Quantrex.

l don't even know why
that fucking yeti jumped me yesterday.

Dubov?

You had a sex sandwich
with his wife and his sister

the night he was sent here.

l guess that explains why he's so upset.

Wow.

We're gonna blow up L.A., Bro.

Ain't it cool?

All right, rub my nose in it,
why don't you?

$1 0 million design,

and now those militia nutjobs
get to keep their cash?

lt's so fucking unfair.

That bomb you built
does deserve an audience.

lt's a work of art.

lt belongs in the Louvre.

Yes, it does.

Oh, well.

l guess the L.A. Convention Center
will have to do.

-What?
-Thank you.

For what?

You are so fucking pathetic.

You got a visitor.

You're good lookin'! You're hot!

lt's like looking in a mirror, only not.

-Troy?
-Now, that is between us.

Okay?

But you were...

ln a coma?

Nothing like having your face cut off
to disturb your sleep.

Read the newspaper lately?

You killed them?

Well, look... Beats payin' the bill, huh?

Come on, if a face-lift costs 5 grand...

See anything you like?

Tito.

l torched all the evidence
that proves you're you, okay?

So, wow!
Looks like you're gonna be in here for

the next 1 00 years!

Now, l have got to go.

l've got a government job to abuse
and a lonely wife to fuck.

Did l say that? l'm sorry.

Make love to.

Oh, God! l miss that face.

Die!

l'm sorry, Agent Archer.

No, don't you worry about it, Mr. Walton.

Clearly, he's

had a traumatic childhood and...

Thank you.

Look at this place.

l'm in hell.

l may never get a hard-on again.

Oh. Yes.

There we go.

Well, l suppose
it was only a matter of time

before you forgot where we lived.

Come on, give me a break.

Every house on this block
looks the same.

Then l spotted you...

Eve...

My one and only Eve.

So, how was your vital assignment?

Which one was that?

How should l know, Sean?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, yes...

The out-of-body experience.

Yes, that one.

-Where you goin'?
-To the hospital.

No. No!

What's the matter?

Sean, come on.
Quit teasing me. Stop it.

l'm still really hurt, okay?

There are leftovers in the fridge.

No, no, l want to stay hungry for you...

My peach. Give me that tongue.

Sean, come on.
l can't believe what you're doing.

Eve...

l hate to see you go,
but l love to watch you leave.

"Date night fizzled again.

"We haven't made love in two months."

What a loser.

Got your e-mail, Karl.

The poem you sent me was pretty kinky.

The plot thickens.

Hang on a second.

l'll have to call you back.

You're not respecting my boundaries.

-l'm coming in, Janie.
-Janie?

l don't think you heard me, Jamie.
You got something that l crave.

Clarissa left those here.

l won't tell Mom if you don't.

When did you start smoking?

You'll be seeing a lot of changes
around here.

"Papa's got a brand-new bag."

Bye, Bro.

Drop me a line sometime.

Gonna be kind of lonely
with Pollux gone, huh?

Pollux what?

That big-shit cop, Archer,

cut him a deal
for turning states' evidence.

Your brother's been released.

l'm Sean Archer.

There is a bomb
at the L.A. Convention Center!

l'm Sean Archer, and...

Tiramisu

Sir, we just wanted you to know...

We're all really sorry about Tito.

Oh, hey, shit happens, you know?

So, is our star witness talking?

Yeah. About what kind of mustard
he likes on his tongue sandwiches.

lf that bomb is out there,
we're almost out of time.

Archer!

You made the deal with Pollux Troy.
That isn't like you.

Well...

When all else fails, fresh tactics.

Fresh? Well, let me tell you
my fresh tactic.

From now on, everything to do
with this case goes through me.

Understood?

Good!

Thanks.

You're supposed to be snitching
and making me look good.

Look good?

Seeing that face on you makes me
afraid my tiramisu might come back up.

Well, think about me,

this nose, this hair, this ridiculous chin.

Brother... We're going straight.

Oh, my goodness.
You exchanged brains as well?

The first thing l need you to confess to
is the location of the bomb.

What about our $1 0 million?

What about when l become

an American hero
for defusing the bomb?

What's that worth?

Know that. Thank you. Next question.

You're not the only one
in the family with brains.

No.

Although now,
l am the only one with the looks.

Touché.

This is an emergency evacuation.

Go, quickly!

Go! Go! Go! Out of the way!

-Any ideas?
-Yeah, run.

Sir, it's protected by a tamper switch,
and it'll take us hours to bypass.

-Evacuate your team, Captain.
-But, sir, we can't disarm...

Leave!

Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Oh, baby...

That was the scene
at the L.A. Convention Center,

where an FBI agent
became a city savior.

Sean Archer disarmed a massive bomb

just one second
before it was set to blow.

The apparent targets
were three supreme-court justices,

scheduled to speak here today,

and anyone unlucky enough
to be within a mile of the scene.

We asked Agent Archer
if the FBI had any leads

on who planted the device.

Well, that is classified information.

But if he's listening,
I wouldn't mind giving him a message.

Interception.
Now our side's got the ball.

Sorry.

Wanda...

Everybody, hey, look, l...

l want to thank you
for enduring all these years

that l was an insufferable bore.

Sir, did you just have
a surgical procedure?

What do you mean?

Well, was the stick successfully
removed from your ass?

The White House on one.

lt's the President.
Oh, and your wife on line two.

-Well, you tell the President to hold.
-Okay.

My God!

-Sean, you scared the hell out of me.
-lt's date night.

-Congratulations.
-Oh, big deal.

Okay, l said,

"Mr. President, l want the authority

"and l want the funds and the personnel

"to take over the whole gamut
of global terrorism," right?

And he said,

"The next name on my calling list
is Lazarro,

"and l'm telling him

"that Sean Archer writes
his own ticket," okay?

What's the matter?

l don't know, Sean.

You just... You just seem so different.

l mean, what is all this about,
this intimate candlelight dinner?

l'm supposed to forget all the promises
'cause you're going back into the fray?

lf the top cop in this country

can't come home every night to his wife,
then the hell with the country.

Because the only place l'm going

is upstairs with you.

Exercise, one hour.

How can l get out of here?

You can't.

How can l get these boots off?

They only take them off in the clinic,
right before they fry your skull.

Hey!

-l'm out of cigarettes.
-Get back in line, Troy.

l said l'm out of cigarettes.

Kick his ass!

Hey, what the hell? That's not right!

l need a light!

l need a light! Anybody got a light?

Anybody got a light?

Got a light?

You better bring the bastard down
before he chokes himself to death.

Well! Happy day! lt's Castor Troy.

Wait, hold it, hold it. Can l have a light?

You know those things will kill you.

Get his boots, Walton.

Dubov, l didn't touch your wife.

And l didn't touch your sister.

But l know your wife loves you.

She's waiting for you.
So let's get out of here.

You're more brain-dead than Dubov.

Out.

Open the door!

l got him!

There's fire.
We have a man down in C-4.

l got 'em!

Move it, now!

Move!

Get down!

Dubov!

No!

Get out.

Dubov!

Give me your hand.

Come on!

You can do it!

No!

Sean!

Wait!

-What are you doing?
-Oh! l'm sorry.

Have a nice day.

"Have a nice day"? What is with you?

ls this your way
ofjust not dealing with this morning?

Yeah. Yeah, maybe.

Sean! Sean!

l know it's hard for you,

but it's hard for me, too,
and we still have to go.

Happy birthday, Mikey.

He took our baby, Sean.
He took our little boy.

-You turned your beeper off.
-Yes, well, my son's birthday.

Well, here's some poetic justice, sir,
Castor Troy is dead.

He got killed,
trying to escape from Erewhon.

Where's his body?
l want to see his body.

-lt hasn't been recovered yet.
-lt hasn't been recovered yet?

Get the LAPD on this!

Even if he is alive,

Castor isn't stupid enough
to come back to the city.

You must... You must trust me.

He's already here.

County General.
How may I direct your call?

Dr. Archer, please. lt's an emergency.

May I say who's calling?

Her husband.

Dr. Archer? Call on line three.

l know this sounds crazy, but...

-Sean?
-Eve, listen carefully,

the man you think is your husband isn't.

-Who is this?
-Just listen.

Take Jamie, go to your mother's.

Don't tell him where you're going.
Just go.

Whoever you are, don't call again.

Operations.

l need Victor Lazarro immediately.

Regarding?

l have information about Castor Troy.

I'll transfer you, sir.

Sean Archer here. Who's calling?

Well, if you're Sean Archer,
l guess l'm Castor Troy.

Yes.

This escaped convict
is considered extremely dangerous.

If you have any information

concerning the whereabouts
of Castor Troy...

You goddamn right! Yeah!

This shit's so good,
it's gonna make your dick hard.

What? Cheryl? Cheryl's a liar!

Dietrich...

So, you're still selling drugs
to Cheryl and Phil Roy.

Castor Fucking Troy!
Oh, man! You scared me, man!

All right! All right!

l never should have sold you
those bombs.

lt's my curse. l can't say no to a friend.

-You can't say no to money.
-That's my other curse.

-You drug dealer!
-What's the matter?

What?

You look like
you just fucked your mother.

Come on, let's go relax, huh?

Hey!

Hey, Castor.

l don't believe this!

Castor Troy!

How you been?

Hey, baby! Remember me?
l'm your favorite peach.

l thought l was your favorite.

Look at this guy.

You know, you look pretty good
for a dead guy.

Hey!

-Let's go.
-Two?

Yeah.

So, what do you want to do?

-You want to get out of the country?
-l'm not going anywhere.

l'm gonna get Sean Archer
with your help.

Okay.

Welcome home, baby.

How are we supposed to do that?

He's vulnerable at home.

No. l mean,
this is Sean Archer we're talkin' about.

This isn't just some Boy Scout.

Fitch...

Besides, his house is probably
alarmed up the wazoo.

The code is 1 0-1 9-86.
That's his dead son's birthday.

Don't it just break your heart?

That's brilliant. But sick.

How is it that you know
so much about Sean Archer?

l sleep with his wife.

What?

Jesus Christ, this is great.

So, once we kidnap supercop,
then what?

Tiny surgery.

l'd like to take his face

off.

Yeah.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

l have to use
the little boys' wee-wee room.

Cas...

You want to take his face...

Yes. His face

off!

The eyes,

nose, skin,

it's comin' off.

The face...

Off.

No more drugs for that man.

l'm not me.

l'm me.

Not me.

Me.

Castor.

Archer.

Castor. Archer.

-l thought you were dead.
-l'm not dead.

l'm me.

No, no, look, what l'm trying to tell you,
Brother, Pollux,

is once we get the full protection
and resources of the government

to help us get rid of our rivals, right,
then we'll be set.

Then maybe, just maybe,
l'll get my frickin' face back.

Then l'll just have one jagoff
to take care of.

Hey, where you goin'? Where you goin'?

Karl, stop it.

Maybe two. Hang on.

-Karl, stop it! Karl!
-Calm down!

Karl, my dad's gonna... Karl!

Happy hunting. l'll catch you later.

Yeah, like Mr. fucking lnvisible
gives a shit about you, anyways.

So fucking hold still.

-Karl!
-Calm down!

-Say you're sorry.
-l'm sorry!

-l didn't hear it.
-l'm sorry!

-Mean it.
-l'm so sorry!

Dress up like Halloween,
and ghouls will try to get in your pants.

Typical, Dad.

Some guy tries to rape me,
and l'm to blame.

This isn't you.

You haven't been the same
since Mike died,

hiding behind someone else's face,

hoping you wouldn't feel the pain.

While we're talking,

do you have protection?

What, you mean, like, condoms?

Protection.

Next time, let Karl take his pants down.

Slip this in his thigh,
twist it, so the wound won't close.

Now, go on. Get out of here.

l am the king.

Eve...

Jesus, Cas! lt's me!

lt's me.

Cas.

Come on. lt's me.

Jesus!

Come on.

Don't you want to talk?

The only talk l've ever heard from you
is, "Suck my tongue,"

"love your ass," and "see ya."

Take this filthy shit off, put this on,
and get out of here!

No, l'm not going anywhere.

Oh, really?
What do you expect me,

after all this time,
just to jump on you?

-That's not...
-ls that what you expect?

-That's not what l meant.
-What did you mean, huh?

ls this what you meant?

That?

How about this? ls that good? Huh?

Sean Archer.

Bro, l figured he might drop in
on some of our old friends.

And if my eyes don't deceive,

l think this fellow's
beginning to enjoy being you.

Good.

Look, look, okay, look,

Sasha.

What l meant is
that l'm not going anywhere

until your brother helps me first.

Cas, if the FBl finds out
that you're here, l'll lose my son.

Please, Cas, you just gotta go.

l've said and done some things
that made your life harder.

-l know.
-How would you?

-When you left, you never looked back.
-l just know.

Look, Sasha,
l'm not the same person you remember.

And for what it's worth, l'm sorry.

-These are nice-looking clothes.
-Yeah, of course. They're yours.

l know, l...

Just like them.

That's a nice-looking kid, too.

Yeah. Of course.

He's yours, too.

Move! Move!

-How old is he?
-Five.

Nobody knows he's yours.

l was scared someone would hurt him
just to hurt you.

Adam! Adam!

l don't want you playing
with those things.

They are very, very dangerous, okay?

Now, come on, sweetie.

l want you to meet your father.

Look at him. lt's okay. Say, "Hi."

Hi.

Michael!

Michael! Michael?

Cas. Cas.

-Michael?
-Cas, you're scaring him. Let him go.

What is the matter with you?

Get down!

Okay, Red Team! Red Team, break off!

How'd you get to be so brave?
How'd you get to be so brave?

Come out now with your hands up!

Put these on.

That's a good idea, baby.
Listen to your music.

Come on.

Go! Go!

We have a warrant for your arrest!

Cops.

l hate cops.

Come on, kid.

Move! Move!

Go! Go! Go! Move more to the right!

Go! Go!

Let's get out of here!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Damn! My place is getting fucked up.

Take him.

Cas!

Cas! Give me the boy!

Really? Really? Come on!

Come on! Let's go! Go! Go! Go!

Cas, be careful with him!

Don't be scared. All right? All right?

Adam!

Get him out back! Go! Go! Go!

Put the boy down.

Honey, don't touch that.

lt isn't nice!

l don't ever want to see you do that.

They're like cockroaches!

Hey! Drop it.

That's it.

Buzz.

Hey!

Told him not to fuck with me.

Take the boy and get out of here.

-Are you all right?
-Go!

Hurry up.

Hey, man.

We had some good times, didn't we?

l don't know what l hate wearing worse,

your face or your body.

l mean, l enjoy boning your wife.

Now, let's face it,
we both like it better the other way, yes?

So why don't we just trade back?

You can't give back
what you've taken from me.

Oh, well...

Plan "B."

Let's just kill each other.

Sir, why are you so upset?

lt's just Pollux Troy.

Sir, look. You're on the cover of Time.

Listen, "ln a single week,
Agent Sean Archer

"has ordered a stunning series
of blitzkrieg-style raids

"on the hideouts, staging grounds,
and safe houses

"of our nation's assassins, car bomb..."

Sean, look, we're friends,
so l'm gonna tell you face to face.

l don't give a damn
if you are Time's Man of the Year.

After last night's blood bath,
l am terminating your war on terrorists.

ls that because l'm getting
all the kudos and you're not?

l don't know
where you're getting your intelligence.

lt's not from field agents.

Sometimes l think you know too much.

Washington's starting to worry.
Justice wants a hearing.

They're concerned
about the constitutionality

of your gestapo tactics,
and frankly, so am l!

Okay, Victor,
l'll give the taxpayers a break.

But...

l have something l want to confess,

and l don't think you're gonna like it.

l am Castor Troy.

-Kimmy. Kim?
-Yes, sir?

Call the paramedics.
Victor Lazarro has had a heart attack.

-Oh, God, right away.
-Thank you.

Eighty-one.

Home.

Eve.

No, honey, please.
Please don't scream.

Don't scream. l'm not gonna hurt you.

Just don't... Don't...

Just don't look at my face.

And the voice, don't... Listen.

l know who you are! You killed our son!

l did not kill our son.

l'm Sean!

No! No!

The last time l saw you
was in this room.

We had a fight
when l said l had to go away again.

l spent the night in Mike's old bed.

l'm tired, Eve.

The assignment was to enter
a federal prison as Castor Troy.

lt's just fucking insane.

And a Special-Ops surgeon

gave me Castor's face!

Then...

And then, somehow,
Castor came out of his...

His coma and killed everybody

who knew about the mission,

but not before transforming into me.

l know you don't believe
a word l'm saying.

Well, here's proof, Doctor.

Your husband... Me... My...
Sean's blood type is O-negative.

Castor's is AB.

And l love you.

Get some backup.

What a day.

You look tense.

l know l've been acting
different lately, strange,

but l've got a confession to make, Eve.

You're not gonna like it.

Oh, Eve, l feel... l feel so close to you.

l read your diary.
l know l shouldn't have. l'm ashamed.

But l did.

l just want to be the man
that you deserve, passionate, tender.

Victor Lazarro died today.
He had a heart seizure.

My mentor, gone.

First Tito, then Victor. So what?

l hope this doesn't mean l'm losing you.

Of course not.

You're the only family l've got.

Oh, God.

l was hoping you'd come here.

Thank you for trusting me.

Right now, l don't trust anyone.

Eve, where'd you get that gun?

l took it from my fake husband.

Put it down.

-You know l'm Sean.
-Do l?

Maybe Sean's already dead, huh?

l'm moving very slowly.

l was thinking the other day...

l remember l once took a date out

for surf and turf,
not knowing she was a vegetarian.

So she ate bread,

and broke her tooth on a rye seed.

We drove around all night

looking for a all-night dentist.

And he was so drunk,

he fixed the wrong tooth.

And when l finally brought her home...

Even though it must have hurt like hell,

you kissed me.

Sean...

That man...

You know we've been living together
as man and wife for a week.

l know.

Eve.

l put you in that position,
and l can never make it up to you.

Well, you're damn well gonna try.

Let me take a look at that wound
before you bleed to death.

With Lazarro out of the way,

Castor's the new acting director
of the Bureau.

-He's untouchable.
-Not tomorrow.

Tomorrow he'll be at Victor's service.

Tomorrow.

That will be the day.

l want you and Jamie away from there.
Give him a good excuse.

l can cover for Jamie,
but if l'm not coming,

he's gonna know something's up.

And besides, l'm the only one
who can try and explain the truth.

Excuse me, Mr. Archer, may l help you?

Dr. Levine to X-ray.

Sean, what are you doing here?

l'm so sorry, darling.

l just get so jealous.

l mean, what is a guy to think

when his wife runs off
in the middle of the night?

That l'm a doctor that's on call,

so please let me
get back to work, okay?

Sorry.

Lies, distrust, mixed messages,
this is turning into a real marriage.

How's Adam?

l took him over to my cousin's
until this whole thing blows over.

-Where's Jamie?
-That's what l'd like to know.

She stole $50 from my purse
and took off.

-So, what's the next move?
-This isn't your fight.

Well, come on, you're surprised?

Our daughter won't even visit
Michael's grave.

You think she gives a damn
about your boss?

He killed my brother.
l'm not gonna let him take you, too.

Whatever happens, l promise

Sean Archer is off your back for good.

My dear friends,

we are here to celebrate
the life of Victor Lazarro.

Amen.

Somebody back there
asked me to give this to you.

ln peace now,
let us take our brother Victor

to his place of rest.

lsn't this religious?

Yes.

The eternal battle
between good and evil,

saint and sinner.

But you're still not having any fun!

Honey? Honey.

Come here.

And guess what?

Your daughter's on the way.
History repeats itself.

This is between us.

-Leave them out of it.
-No, you should have left them out of it.

Your son was an accident.
l wanted to kill you.

But you took it so personally.

Why didn't you just kill yourself
or let it go?

No father could.

-No brother could, either.
-Neither could a sister.

Hey, baby.

Sasha, what the fuck
are you doing here?

Gee, Archer, l guess l'm crashing.

-You okay, baby?
-Yeah, thanks.

Sasha, Baby, l'm Castor.

That's Archer.

And l'm bored.

Put the fucking gun down.

Why don't you put your guns down?

What a predicament!

Take care of our boy.

l love him so much.

Don't let him grow up
to be like us. Promise?

-Yeah.
-See ya.

Mom?

Jamie!

Jamie, don't!

Hello, Wanda?
Wanda, this is Eve Archer.

l have something crazy to tell you.

lt's a capital crime to try to kill
the next big boss of the FBl, yes?

Yes!

-Yes!
-The penalty...

What?

The penalty is death!

Die. Please, God, die.

Hold it!

Good girl, Jamie! Shoot him!

Honey, don't listen to him.

He's not your father! Hear my voice!

l'm your father!

Use your eyes, Jamie! Shoot him!

Don't listen to him! Don't shoot!

This scumbag...
This scumbag shot your brother, Jamie!

Kill him!

Clod!

No daughter of mine
would shoot so wide.

Dad, put the gun down.

Put it down.

Dad, put it down.

Now we're gonna find out
what's in Papa's bag.

Peaches.

Say goodbye to Papa!

Jamie!

Jamie, are you all right? Oh, God!

Sir, are you okay?

Will someone please tell me
what planet l'm on?

Get down!

Stop! This is the police!

Stop immediately
or we will be forced to open fire!

Fire! Fire!

You're right, Sean. l've misbehaved.

l need to be punished.

But remember,

every time you look in the mirror,
you'll see my face.

Die!

Ready

Ready for the big ride, baby

You okay, Archer?

What did you call me?

He called you Archer, sir.

Sean.

They're bringing in their
top surgical team from DC.

You're gonna be okay.

When you wake up,
everything will be restored

just the way it was.

My scar...

The one near my heart?

This old bullet wound,
l won't need it anymore.

Okay.

Dad?

l'm sorry l shot you.

l've got something
l have to ask both of you.

This is Adam,
and he needs a place to live.

Hi.

My name's Jamie.

l'm Adam.

Why don't you show Adam
his new room?

Come on!

Okay.