[man] What if I told you...
I know what happens when you die?
You become a ghost...
trapped in a shadowland.
[echoing clangs]
A world of whispers,
invisible except to other ghosts.
Orphaned,
unable to return to those you loved.
[faint children's chatter]
But with loneliness...
comes freedom...
["Dig Down" by Muse playing]
...to go where you please.
Do what you want.
Ghosts have one power above all others:
to haunt the living.
Haunt them...
for what they've done.
[plane engine drones]
♪ Dig down ♪
♪ Find faith ♪
♪ We won't let them divide... ♪
345-Tango-Tango.
♪ Never abide ♪
♪ We will find a way ♪
Tango-Tango, we have engine failure.
Shit, shit, shit!
Mayday, mayday, mayday!
Going down!
[hatch opens]
This is the day I died three years ago...
as far as anyone else knows.
There was no eulogy. No wake.
I became a ghost.
But this isn't where the story really starts. No, no.
That was four months ago, on my team's first mission.
And that was a glorious clusterfuck.
-[woman 1] It didn't fucking work! -[woman 2] One? Five for One.
God, I hate these numbers.
-[man 1] They're for your own safety. -[man 2] Get in the car.
She's, uh, she's bleeding.
-[woman 2] I'm aware. -[woman 1] Drive!
[engine starts]
-[man 2] Gonna smoke these motherfuckers! -[engine revving]
-[man shouting indistinctly] -[gunfire]
[man 2] They're shooting at us!
[engine roars]
-[woman 1 groans] -[man 1] Go, go, go!
[engine roars]
-We're gonna need a hospital. -[man 1] Getting a little tense in here.
[bells tolling]
[engine roars]
[tires screech]
Where did the guys come from?
-You said you were covering the door. -I was covering the door.
-You were shot through a window! -Such an amateur show.
-Oh, an amateur show? -Yeah!
I know, you got shot through the window. God, that's so bad.
[woman 1] What lawyer has this many guards?
You're definitely gonna die.
I don't know, a lawyer with friends in high places.
-Mafia friends or something. -[woman 2] Mafia?
The point is we got this. That's all that matters.
-Yeah. What's that? -It's... It's disturbing.
Gonna hurt, okay?
I'm gonna go in really deep and find that bullet.
No, no, no. Don't. No, you're not gonna put that in her.
-[woman 2] Oh, I'm in. Feel that? -[woman 1 exclaims]
-[woman 2] Shit. -Oh, God. There it goes.
Oh, that's so gross.
-[man 2] Oh, I'm gonna yak. -We got a tail.
Stop playing with your fucking gun, and let me work.
[woman 1] Shut up. You wanna die?
Hey, I think they got us. You wanna...
Yeah, here we go. Hang on.
-[engine roars] -Okay.
-[tires screech] -[man yells]
-It's a little tight. -[tires screech]
[woman 1] Watch out!
What did you guys do in there? Why are you covered in blood?
The head, neck, and face are very vascular, so it's a lot of blood.
[man 2] Oh, please tell me you didn't kill a mafia guy in Italy!
Fuck... off.
No.
I'm trying to help you here.
And anything beyond a simple "yes" is gonna just super suck for your face.
Look, your client is a half-wit, fuckstain war criminal.
Why are you protecting him?
My client has never ordered any gas attacks.
No, he's ordered the four generals that work for him to order the gas attacks.
Just get him on the phone.
Let's just fucking get nuts.
What do you say?
-Client privilege. -[laughs]
You're gonna be a pirate.
-[man 2] This is getting blood on my car. -Shut up!
There's a BMW chasing us.
[rotor blades whirring]
[police radio chatter in Italian]
[tires screech]
[man 2] Can I take a moment to thank you?
There is nothing else I'd rather be doing with my life.
I don't care.
Go, go!
[tires screech]
[slowed scream]
-Whoo! -[engine roars]
-[man 2] Oh, nuns, of course. -[nuns scream]
They'll forgive me.
What the fuck?
Watch out for that--
[slowed] Ohhh...
Oh, I so had the right of way.
You hit one more person, and I'm walking.
-You hear that? -A lot of backseat-driving going on.
[women scream]
[tense electronic music playing]
Nice call on the Day-Glo green.
-[Six] Is it too flashy? -Blends into the Italian architecture.
-[Six] What, you don't like this color? -Baby, baby!
[echoing] Baby... Baby... Baby...
[slowed scream]
[slowed] No, no, no, no! Puppies!
[slowed] Fuck!
[ping]
She's fine. She's fine.
[car horn blaring]
Uh, he's got a gun.
[echoing breath]
-Move! -What?
-Jesus! Shoot him! -Go get him!
[Six] Do it!
She okay?
-She's lost a shit ton of blood. -This isn't a shit ton.
[Six] Oh, it's leaking under my seat!
I am judge of what's a shit ton. You see? Blood. Red.
Can you just staunch it or whatever the fuck you call it?
I can actually hear it pumping out.
[Two exclaims in pain]
She squirted.
-That was literal... She squirted. -That's a lot of blood!
Tell me that didn't go in your mouth.
Guess this happens when you try to steal a whole country. Right, One?
Yeah, we could have used a warm-up mission.
Yeah, that's my problem. I'm just getting warmed up.
[One] Oh! Fuck!
Oh!
Why is everyone on a fucking Vespa?
-[woman moans seductively] -[Six] Whoa.
God, I love Italy.
["Glory" by The Score playing]
I'm starting to feel it.
I'm feeling fucking carsick.
♪ This is not another story ♪
♪ This is not another drill ♪
One for Four?
[man] Yeah, go for Four.
[One] We need you.
[Four] 'Course you need me.
I'm here.
Remind me, where the fuck is "here?"
[Four] "Here" here. Like, here?
Specificity.
♪ ...the greatest ever now Watch out ♪
♪ I'm a force that you will fear ♪
Here. Right effin' here!
Top of the Duomo, like we talked about.
Look up.
Where you going?
[tires screech]
♪ I will never be too afraid to bleed Giving all of me ♪
♪ Even when it's hard ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
Oh, shit.
Coming down.
♪ I do it for the glory ♪
♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪
-♪Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪ -♪ I do it for the glory ♪
♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪
-♪ Whoa-oh ♪ -♪ I do it for the glory ♪
♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪
I see you.
Punch up. Pit maneuver!
[tires screech]
♪ I do it for the glory ♪
♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪
-[police radio chatter in Italian] -♪ I do it for the glory ♪
♪ Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪
[women scream]
Right over you!
[slowed breath]
Coming north. Down on Via de... Via de...
There's so many fucking vias in Italy.
Wrong way!
Come back. I've got an idea.
[jovial chatter]
Round the corner.
That's it. Keep coming, keep coming.
[engine roars]
[women screaming]
-Six, you see that? -[woman speaking in Italian]
-That's called "skill." -[in disgust] Oh!
Who knew the optic nerve was so long?
Surprised his asshole didn't come with it.
This isn't gonna work. Pull over there.
-[engine roars] -[tires screech]
[Six yelps] Ah! What the fuck, dude?
-Aargh! No! -Okay. Don't...
[yells in disgust]
Don't you squish it, you motherfucker!
-[automatic gunfire] -[shouts]
-Grab it! Got it? -I'm fucking serious!
-You squish it, the mission's over! -Get it!
-Dude, come on! -Got it!
-Oh, fuck me! -Got it!
-Toss it! Toss it! -Keep your goddamn eye on the road!
This is so stressful.
[approaching police siren]
-[Six] Whose eye is that? -It's-- It's the lawyer's.
-[Six] Did you just scoop it out, or-- -God, no! I didn't scoop it out.
-Two did. -[beeping]
[One] Okay, here we go.
All right.
[pigeon coos, wings flapping]
Okay. All of Rovach's transmissions.
Gonna lead us straight to the four generals.
[approaching police siren]
-I'm getting light-headed. -You're not the one holding it.
[Six] You got the generals? Can I go?
-[siren whoops] -Cop.
-Don't you move.
-[Five] There's a cop looking right at us. -[beep]
-Go, guy. Go, go, go, go! -[engine roars]
[police radio chatter in Italian]
You gotta lose that police chopper.
[In Italian]
[slowed laugh]
[gunshot]
Buongiorno, Uno.
[in English] Yeah, hey. Shit's gone... We're super fucked.
Well, I could probably point you to il bagno.
Whatever. Four needs an Uber.
Way ahead of you, papi.
[police siren wailing]
Buongiorno, Quattro.
Go, go, go!
[One] I'm gonna send new exfil.
As soon as we get clear, lose the chopper. Can you do that?
-Lose the chopper? -"Can I lose the chopper?"
Go, go, go, go, go!
[horns blaring]
-Shit! Shit! -Fucking drive!
You fucking drive!
[Two] Get down.
-Is your arm hurt? -What? You wanna fucking shoot?
Then can you use it to shoot back?
-You seeing that? You seeing that? -Yes! Yes!
[horn blaring]
Don't tell me my job.
-[gunfire] -[driver speaking in Italian]
-Hey, remember the Uffizi? -Fuck, no.
It's the museum next to where we got those mochaccinos.
I remember the mochaccinos! I'm saying fuck, no!
[man screaming]
[horn blaring]
Punch him.
-[Six breathing rapidly] -Sorry for yelling.
Mind if I turn on some music?
♪ If you wanna be my lover ♪
♪ You gotta get with my friends-- ♪
[music stops abruptly]
[police radio chatter in Italian]
-["The Fear" by The Score playing] -[people screaming]
[One] Just watch out for the people!
Okay, where in the fuck is the front door?
[woman screams]
[horn honks]
Gun! Gun, gun, gun, gun!
-♪ It's time to stand up, stand up ♪ -Two!
♪ Show me what you're made of ♪
♪ Hands up, hands up ♪
♪ Fight the fear Rise up from the ground ♪
♪ Gonna make you a believer ♪
[softly] Oh, fuck!
[approaching police sirens]
Glad you're on the team.
Me too.
[Six] You said whatever I need to do, right? So, I'm just gonna do it.
-We're definitely gonna be on the news. -No shit. Hang on.
[engine roars]
["O Fortuna" by The Spiritual Project playing]
[tires screech]
[horn blaring]
[people screaming]
Shit!
Ah, shit!
No, no, no, no, no!
That was Apollo and Daphne!
You see any choppers? I don't see any choppers.
Three, lost the chopper.
Not the David. No! Not the David, not the David, not the--
[Six] Is the David the one with the really small...
Yep, that's it.
You wanna get out and compare, or should we maybe think about going?
-No. I'm good. -Yep. Let's go.
Go!
Oh, shit! Two black Suburbans coming your way.
Six, fake 'em out. I'm coming to you.
[engine roars]
Go, go, go, go, go!
They're expecting, "Go, go, go!"
[Six] You got a superhero on the squad!
["Legend" by The Score playing]
♪ Here we go, here we go ♪
-♪ It's about time that we set it off ♪ -[speaking French]
[in English] I don't speak that.
♪ Red lights, I could never stop ♪
[Six] Shit's about to get crazy.
Now? I'm conducting surgery.
-I'm trying to lose a thousand cars. -She's gonna die, you know?
You can live for days with a gunshot wound in the stomach.
-She'll be fine. -[yelling in Spanish]
No. Don't speak that either.
Up top!
[man screams]
-Oh, oh, oh, oh! -Whoa.
[Five] Oh, I feel it, I feel it.
I got it, I got it.
Yeah!
[Two] Oh, I feel so much better now.
[Five] I got it, baby!
♪ Blood, sweat, I'll break my bones ♪
♪ Till all my scars bleed gold ♪
♪ Whoa, whoa ♪
♪ Blood, sweat, I'll break my bones ♪
Yes! Now, that's driving! That's driving!
♪ My name's forever known ♪
♪ Whoa-oh... ♪
What the heck?
♪ Bang, bang Won't stop till we're legend ♪
I can't see!
Whoa, shit!
Oh, shit!
[both scream]
[Five, Two breathing shakily]
[exhales forcefully]
[One] Okay.
Okay.
Come on.
Go, go, go!
Where's--
[somber electronic music playing]
[Three] Here's a toast to a kid I liked.
Are you crying?
[Three] We didn't even know his name.
[Two] We don't know any names.
What was his name?
It doesn't matter.
He was a good man.
[One groans wearily]
Thought I managed the risk. I'm sorry.
Did he have a family?
I think you're looking at it.
All of us.
We're not a family.
Not the Cleavers.
What?
The Cleavers.
Ward, June?
-What? No. -[One] Leave It to Beaver.
-[Two] Leave It to Beaver? -[One] Jerry Mathers?
-No. -[One] Tony Dow?
-No. -Barbara Billingsley, Hugh Beaumont?
-[Two] Never heard of it. -No? Nobody watches Nick at Nite?
[Two] The French don't watch shit like that.
[One] Millennials, French people. Let's just grab the head.
[Four] What does this mean?
It means we find a Seven.
[slowed rotor blades whirring]
[menacing electronic music playing]
[man 1] Central, Aid and Base.
[man 2] Aid and Base, this is Central. The net is yours.
[rotor blades whirring]
[echoing] Jackpot.
[indistinct chatter on TV]
[exhales]
Don't be afraid now, I'm gonna put my foot...
[man chuckles]
-Whoa! -We'll be quiet for a second.
Do you hear any noise? [echoing]
-Zero. -Zero.
[man] Hey. Whoa!
Whoa, hey, hey!
[man 1] We got a van stepping out. United Nations.
[man 2] ISR is approaching coordinates.
[man 3] Black Hawk, got eyes on the white van?
He looks agitated, man. Something's wrong.
He's headed for my guys, and I don't like it.
I said he is headed for my guys.
My guys... [echoing]
Looks like the letters are backwards.
I said the UN is backwards. Request permission to fire.
[man 4] Maybe you haven't heard, we're spectators here.
-[sniper] Commander-- -[man 4] Unless you wanna
suck on a court-martial, I suggest you pull up a chair and spectate.
[soldier] The van! The van!
RPG!
[men screaming]
[mournful piano music playing]
[sniper] Dear mister and missus,
you may not know me,
but Johnny's one of my Delta brothers; a friend.
[tense electronic music building]
[sniffles]
[One] Welcome home, Blaine.
[music stops]
We've been looking for a special operator like you for a while.
Who are you?
I'm somebody who'd have let you pull the trigger.
Excuse me?
I listened to your call.
Never mind how.
I would've let you pull that trigger.
Can I come in?
[Blaine exhales]
Thank you.
Nobody's gonna save the world.
[Blaine sighs]
But we can make it a little less shitty, you know?
And I'm the guy who can help you do that.
You wonder what it would be like
if you could do the job that you were put on this Earth to do?
Hmm?
You could take out some truly evil people.
Not people that the government tells you are evil,
because based on, you know, policies or politics and bureaucracy
or trade relations or any of that shit.
No, I'm talking truly world-class evil motherfuckers.
I can help you go after those guys.
And I will never tell you to not pull that trigger.
What would you say to that?
[ominous instrumental music playing]
[man, echoing] Hey, kid!
-[man 1] Hey, what's that guy doing? -[man 2] Don't do it!
Hey!
[echoing] Man overboard!
[man] Blaine was a born operator,
a fourth-generation soldier.
As a matter of fact, his family fought for us since the Second World War.
And like those before him, Blaine believed in right and wrong,
in knowing the difference and then doing something about it.
[through earpiece] He told me stories...
he heard as a kid about his grandfather.
A Tuskegee airman killed in action in 1944.
He would like that we're here,
placing these photos together...
-[bell tolling] -...at his hero's grave.
[man 2, through earpiece] And he damn sure loved his country,
like Captain America. [chuckles]
And none of us know how we would react
if we were put in the same position he was.
[through earpiece] The fear, the noise.
But if I was Blaine,
I would've shot the motherfuckers. I would've blown their fucking heads off.
That's just me.
I would've been the last man standing.
And I don't have any military background, but I'm like a mother duck.
You get in the way of my ducklings--
-[sobs] -[man 3] Man, just sit down.
Just... Just sit down.
-[sobbing through earpiece] -You should have seen him watching Coco.
Puddle of tears.
It's an emotional movie.
[Blaine] He's really heaving.
God, that's hard to watch. Okay.
I think we've seen enough.
["The Handler" by Muse playing]
From now on, you will be known as Seven.
I'm One.
So, there's seven of us.
No, six.
♪ You ♪
♪ Were my oppressor ♪
♪ And I ♪
♪ And I have been programmed... ♪
[One] There's this trick that we all do to get through our day.
We take a box and into that box, we place all the horrors of the world,
all the wrongs humans do to one another.
And then we close the box and pretend it doesn't exist.
Only some of us spend too much time inside the box.
We've lost our ability to pretend.
We know there's too much unfinished business
in this fucked-up world.
Our job as ghosts is to do the dirty work the living can't or won't.
And we do it from here.
This is our haunted house.
It's a lot like the Batcave, except it's nothing like the Batcave.
Seven, you're dead.
You're gonna be restricted to cities that you've never visited before.
People that you've never met.
All, of course, except your fellow ghosts.
None of whom you'll know by name, only number, for safety,
and so no one gets too close.
Walk over here.
This is our target hit board.
These nine men have been placing too much shit inside the box.
So, now, they answer to us.
Target number one: this prick.
First mission:
the dictator of Turgistan, Rovach Alimov.
When you're dead, you get to stop all the bullshit.
No more DMV lines, no more shopping Christmas...
Or backstabbing girlfriends.
[Five] They should make an "Out of Office" reply for dead people.
"Sorry I'm away from the planet right now.
I'm fucking dead."
No more tax, no more criminal records,
no more getting arrested by the pigs just for being naked or just usual stuff.
You know, being naked, getting drunk. Casual stuff.
[Five] Know the best part about being dead?
-[Four] Mm. -[Five] No more immigration lines.
Don't look at me like that. I'm fucking American.
I'm illegal.
You guys sure are cynical.
How about high blood pressure?
Fuck you, high blood pressure. I'll eat whatever the fuck I want.
Thank you very much.
You realize you're actually still alive, right?
[electrical hum]
Fuck you, too, technology.
[One] What they don't know is I've been making magnets
since my seventh grade science fair project,
which I completely dominated, by the way.
I figured out how to take big stuff like this...
This is pure shit.
...into this.
I came up with neodymium, micro magnets.
Equal vibrating phones, ten million cell phones...
-[cell phone ringing] -...Priuses, Teslas, all use my ingenuity.
And someday, this will make me very, very rich.
[girl laughs]
You guys, you got it all wrong, you know.
Best thing about being dead...
is the freedom.
I mean, we're all gonna die.
May as well do it while we're alive, right?
When you're young, you lock yourselves into all of these bad decisions.
You know, marriages and mortgages, and all that kind of stuff.
But you die...
it's all erased.
Poof! Gone.
From that point forward, all that matters is what you choose.
The point is that we should bring Seven behind the curtain.
You wanna hand me those over there?
Here we go. All right, a little demonstration, no technology.
This is how to stage a coup in three not-so-easy steps.
All right, you got a country, Turgistan, yeah?
These are the people, nice people, going about, doing their thing.
Then you got the four generals, cuatro cunts, very bad guys.
But there's one worse guy.
That's the piece-of-shit dictator.
Right there at the top.
Don't forget his brother.
[Three] Democracy-loving brother.
He's the key.
So, we're gonna hit the four generals. They're gonna lead us to the brother.
You kill top generals, you fuck a dictator's day.
The second thing we're gonna do is free the brother.
The last thing that we're gonna do is we're gonna say goodbye
to piece-of-shit dictator and hello to democracy-loving brother.
It all goes down in four months.
El Día de los Muertos. The Day of the Dead.
Oh, that's it?
Oh, well, that's pretty simple, you know?
It's cups.
[sucks teeth] So, we're all gonna die?
Not me.
She's not. We all are.
-Painfully. -[Seven] Yeah, y'all are funny.
So, what else can you tell me about this guy Rovach in Turgistan?
[ticking]
[ticking slows, stops]
[reporter 1] On the Turgistan border,
hundreds of thousands are fleeing Rovach's reign--
[reporter 2] Military targets the aid work--
[reporter 3] Rovach's military targets these secret hospitals.
[reporter 4] As the world sits on the sideline--
[wind blowing]
[inaudible]
A million people have been displaced since the conflict began.
We have over 80,000 in this camp alone, nearly half of them children.
-Heartbreaking. God. -Yeah.
I'd love to show you the hospital we just built.
We're not gonna go to the hospital.
I'm a little behind on my malaria pills, but--
Malaria's not an issue in this part.
I'll be the judge of that.
Here's what we're gonna do, though. Okay, I'm gonna...
-What's your name again? -Oliver.
Oliver. Oliver here is gonna take a picture of us right there,
and then I am going to take some shots of some kids, hopefully not too sick,
nothing too depressing, no amputees.
-Then I'm gonna carry some... -[shutter clicks]
...you know, water jugs around,
and then I'm gonna cut your foundation a giant check.
-Okay, what's your name again? -Mike.
Yeah, okay. Thank you, Mike.
Watch out there.
-Please, let me help you. -It's balanced.
If I dropped one,
-I'd just walk around in circles. -[shutter clicks]
What's that rich guy doing here?
[man] I don't know. Photo op for social media?
Showing he cares?
I should've been a soccer player. I could've gone pro.
-Get out of here. We're good. -[laughs]
[police siren wailing]
[jet engine rumbling]
[approaching jet engine]
-[man shouting indistinctly] -[jet engine roars overhead]
[menacing electronic music playing]
[panicked voices, yelling]
-They're gonna hit us! -What's going on?
Come with us! We gotta get the masks!
-Get the masks! -Gas! Gas!
-Get the masks! -Gas!
[in Turkmen]
-[One, in English] Go open the boxes. -[man] Pass them out.
[inaudible]
-[man exclaims] -[woman screams]
[all coughing]
[explosion]
[coughs, grunts]
[heartbeat]
-[jet engines passing overhead] -[woman screams]
-[muffled panicked breathing] -[heartbeat continuing]
[screaming]
[One] Put that on. Put this on.
[heartbeat pace increasing]
[muffled panicked breathing]
[mournful instrumental music playing]
[man] We're in the Louvre. In the most beautiful place in the world.
Shut it off.
But, sir...
-Where did you find this? -Social media, sir.
It's everywhere. News outlets and foreign governments are greeting it
with universal condemnation.
[reporter] He is a war criminal that no one holds accountable.
His worst atrocities involve banned chemical weapons.
Such a fuss.
It's all perfectly bloodless.
Who do you think shot it?
Impress me.
You shot it,
had it shot and leaked,
to communicate resolve, inspire fear.
Show my enemies what's in store for them and for those they love.
It's only the beginning.
[woman] Thou wast provoked by thy foul mind,
which never dreamt on aught but butcheries.
Say that I slew them not.
But dead they are, and devilish slain by thee.
[male actor] Why dost thou spit at me?
[female actor] Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake.
[male actor] Never came poison from so sweet a place.
[female actor] Never hung poison on a fouler toad.
[male actor, muted] Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine.
[female actor, muted] Would they were basilisks, to strike thee dead!
[applause]
[light jazz music playing]
Martini.
Stirred. Not shaken, stirred.
[One] What's your opinion?
I'll take a Negroni.
Just poured.
Sorry?
On the... On the play?
There's that old cliché, "Does art actually imitate life?"
'Cause you got this tyrant who's walking the stage--
[Rovach] Baasha.
And, uh, in the first act,
his cruelty goes completely unpunished.
But in the fifth...
In the fifth... justice.
Always justice.
[Rovach] You see a tyrant.
I see a man bringing order to a disordered world.
Scouring its filth, polishing it till it shines.
In art, our most fervent hopes come true.
Heroes always win.
It's bullshit.
In life... totally different.
Nah, I'm with Shakespeare. Act Five's coming.
-To Shakespeare. -[One] Mm.
To Bill.
I think you both just spoiled the end.
No.
We didn't.
[chuckling] I didn't catch your name.
-Rovach. -No, I was talking to her.
Do you mind? I can feel the tip.
Yeah.
He's no longer inside me. We're safe.
[bartender chuckles]
What is your name?
Arianna.
Big guy's still staring at me, isn't he?
-Yeah. -He's gonna kick my ass later.
-Good. -Yeah.
["Dig Down" by Muse playing]
♪ When hope ♪
♪ And love has been lost ♪
♪ And you fall to the ground ♪
♪ You must find a way ♪
♪ Ohhhh ♪
♪ Dig down... ♪
[One] We must be doing something wrong.
[Arianna] Why?
'Cause the chocolates have lasted the whole night right there.
-Like they're glued there. -[giggling] That's crazy.
I'm getting old.
[Arianna snorts]
Do you believe what that man said?
Evil goes unpunished.
I believe he believes it.
And what about you?
I just feel like the whole world's, like, on an...
endless, evil...
shitty loop.
[Arianna] Hmm.
But he'll get his.
[inhales deeply]
You know, this was fun.
Are you ghosting me?
Do I look like a ghost to you?
No. It's like the things you say, it sounds like you want to be.
-The things I say. -Mm-hmm.
But what makes you think that I want to see you again?
[both chuckle]
You weren't that memorable.
[One] Ow!
Besides, I'm moving to New York.
-[chuckles] -Mmm.
That's where I live.
Sucker.
So, now you're stalking me?
Maybe a little bit.
[aircraft engine drones]
-[One] And now you're all caught up. -[ticking]
[woman on TV] Anything happen in school today?
Angela Valentine said she was going to get sick in class.
[woman] What happened?
She did.
-Hey, what do you know about One? -[Four] He loves Wally the dog.
He's obsessed with this Beaver show. I think he's an orphan.
We got a little bet on if you wanna put some money in.
It's an interesting crew you got here, bro.
How many missions you guys run?
-Counting Florence? -Yeah.
-One. -One what?
Actually, no, there was, um, this, like, mini-mission,
so maybe one and a quarter. It was in Sicily.
But Florence, absolute shitshow.
I mean, if I wasn't there, probably more than one of us dead.
-That's all I'm saying. -Are you fucking kidding me?
I don't fuck around.
You realize I just buried myself in front of my family and friends?
Yeah, One told me about that.
Big military funeral.
Guns popping, flags.
It's pretty cool. At my funeral, there was five people there,
and two of them left before the end.
It is tough watching your mum cry at your grave.
[Seven] Yeah.
This mission, I got a good feeling.
I got a really good feeling about this mission.
[Seven] How come you can't find this guy?
I don't know. One can usually find anyone, but he just can't seem to find him.
He said Americans caught him a few years back.
-[ticking] -Americans?
I don't know.
[ticking slows, stops]
[man 1, on radio] Prep your team, target...
[man 2] Camille, I get you hate this,
but sometimes you gotta put bad guys on thrones.
[woman] Just do your job.
No one touch. He's mine.
♪ All we ever hear from you Is blah, blah, blah ♪
♪ So all we ever do is go ya, ya, ya ♪
♪ And we don't even care About what they say ♪
♪ 'Cause it's ya, ya, ya, ya ♪
♪ Blah, blah, blah, blah ♪
♪ Blah, blah, blah ♪
I was assured by your state department--
-I'm from a different department. -God, CIA.
I've come to deliver you to your brother.
You don't know my brother. Rovach is a monster.
He'll violate every single principle your nation holds dear.
I begged the director not to do this, Murat, begged.
The Americans caught him years back and gave him to his brother.
That bald-looking fella. You like him though, One, yeah?
He's definitely an arsehole, but a likable arseshole, no?
-No. -Well, he likes you.
Here's the fun part.
How many billionaires do you actually know?
You've heard of Elon Musk, Bill Gates, that's the... Fuck it.
Okay. Of course you haven't heard of me before.
That's how I like it. I'm a good inventor.
Created a lot of tech, tracking and hiding digital trails of people.
Some I even sold to the CIA,
where I met some interesting people, did some adventurous shit.
But slowly, I cleaned house, and I had other ideas.
Used my money to help people in bad situations.
But I realized, my billions, that's not enough.
Governments don't really help people in need.
So, I said, "Fuck the government. I'm gonna do this myself."
So, here we are. A little eyeball led us to these fuckhead generals,
and it's game on.
[Rovach] Okay, General, you're flying to Vegas.
I have a very important mission for you.
You are going to meet Viktor, the arms dealer.
Get drunk.
[all laughing]
["Legendary" by Welshly Arms playing]
We're going to Vegas, baby!
[One] Viktor, Vegas, viceroy.
General Garioff, lots of consonants, so we'll make this easy.
The little fat one, he's the handler of Rovach's baby brother.
♪ You know, the truth can be a weapon... ♪
Las Vegas has more facial recognition software than any place on Earth.
Oh, I know what I'm gonna be.
Choose your disguises wisely.
I'm a grown man. I can handle my shit.
That's not how the expression goes.
Don't handle your shit, flush it down the toilet like a grown-ass man.
Be subtle. Blend in. Disappear.
♪ A new answer to the same question ♪
♪ How many times will you learn the same lesson? ♪
♪ Been dreaming of the payoff ♪
♪ Through the struggles And the trade-offs ♪
♪ Fighting tooth and nail On the way up ♪
♪ Tell them the truth But they think it's just made up ♪
[cheering]
[One] Okay, now it's safe.
[beeps]
[general 2] You mean the red one or the blue one?
-[general 3] Probably a Ferrari. -You don't see gas of this quality.
It's US Army, experimental sarin gas for testing antidotes.
Whatever's left over, they bury in the desert.
Now, I can procure it,
but you take delivery here.
And no middlemen.
Kill them all?
Mm-hmm.
Love it.
["I'll Take You There" by The Staple Singers playing]
[Speaking in Turkmen]
-[in English] A gift from Viktor. -I love Viktor.
[chuckles]
♪ Ain't nobody worried ♪
-♪ Come on ♪ -[knock at door]
♪ Come on ♪
♪ Somebody help me now ♪
♪ I'll take you there ♪
-Oh! -[doorbell rings repeatedly]
[general 1] Coming!
Welcome to party!
-♪ I'll take you there ♪ -♪ Oh ♪
-[silenced gunshot] -♪ I'll take you there ♪
-♪ Mercy ♪ -♪ I'll take you there ♪
♪ Oh, let me take you there ♪
♪ I'll take you there ♪
♪ Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh ♪
[in Turkmen]
-♪ All right ♪ -[groaning]
[both scream]
♪ Come on now, play on it ♪
[tinkling]
[general 4 grunting]
[woman gasps]
[sighs]
[gasps]
[Two, in Turkmen]
[general 4, in English] It's too late.
The deal is done.
Two tons of sarin gas.
-Where are you keeping Rovach's brother? -What?
You got three seconds. Be specific.
No, don't think, don't think. Talk!
Three, two...
Ni Hai Tower, uh, in Hong Kong, penthouse.
...one.
[woman gasps, whimpers]
[One] It could be worse.
You know, he could've finished.
Good work. I said undercover, not coked-up Borg and McEnroe.
I hate this town. I really do.
No, it's Navratilova. She's a woman tennis player.
Your costume's stupid, too. Motorcycle dick.
-I'm so, so sorry, ladies. -[woman whimpers]
But what happens in Vegas...
You know the rest, yeah?
We can't.
[Two moaning passionately]
[Three] Ow! Watch the gun.
Oh, my gosh.
-We can't do this. -What?
No kissing.
I'm cool with that.
["Nothing Burns Like The Cold" by Snoh Aalegra playing]
♪ Can we talk about us ♪
-[Two] Stop kissing! -[both grunt]
-♪ Like we care about us? ♪ -[Two gasps]
What? I'm not kissing.
♪ Can we talk about us ♪
-Come here. -Nose off.
Way better.
♪ Can we talk about us ♪
♪ Like we care about us? ♪
♪ Can we talk about us... ♪
Where are you running to?
One promised my soul back.
I just gotta talk to somebody.
You're scared.
You're such a pussy.
Ever stage a coup d'état?
No. No, I don't even know what it means.
Oh, wow. A coup. A coup d’état. It's French, Napoleon.
French history stuff.
Okay.
You can't tear a place down
until you have someone to build it back up.
That someone is Rovach's brother, Murat.
Imprisoned in Hong Kong.
You see, the army's fucked now we killed the generals.
They will look for a new leader.
And we're gonna give them one.
[scoffs]
"Coup." I don't even know what it means. Stupid word.
[speaking Spanish]
Oh, my favorite.
I know, Mama. How you doing?
Well, you see, Ma...
there's this country, Uzbekis... No, Turg...
Turkis... Turkikas...
Fuck! Turkikasazhan?
Ma, all I know is that it's got a "stan" at the end,
-and it's in Asia. -Oh, by Kansas!
Ish. Yes, Mama, by Kansas.
Anyway, the man who ran it died, and, uh...
he... he left behind two sons.
One good and one bad.
And the bad one came out on top.
So, what the fuck are you looking at, Nurse Ratched?
Huh?
Go hang with the fucking nuns or something.
Yeah, walk.
Walk.
I will fucking knock you out in front of my mother.
[exhales sharply]
Sorry, Mama.
Anyway, the two sons fought, and the bad one came out on top,
so he locked the good one up, and--
I never liked Diego.
Yeah, me either, Mama. Working for him didn't agree with me.
But I work for someone else now, Ma. We're doing good things.
Huh? We're fixing what's going on in Kansas.
Good things can erase the bad ones, right, Mama?
I love you, Andres.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, Ma, Andres is in Bogota. It's me, Javi.
-Javi. -Javi?
I won't speak to Javi anymore because he is a murderer.
Ma, it was only bad people, Mama.
[gasps uncertainly]
[ticking]
-[gun cocks] -[bullets bounce on floor]
[man speaking Spanish in panic]
[in English] Please, you don't have to do this.
No, I do. My job.
[both speaking Spanish]
[girl, in English] Daddy?
I can't sleep.
Daddy?
He's not here.
Where's your mommy?
I don't have a mommy.
Javi loves you, Mama. Huh?
[yells in fright, speaks Spanish]
[breathing shakily, in English] You and your Bruce Wayne shit!
[One] Boo.
One rule.
You don't know what it's like to have someone.
She doesn't even remember my name.
So, she'll never know you stopped coming.
See, you're lucky that I don't paint the inside of this car
with chunks of your fucking skull.
Jesus, who raised you, the mob?
That's none of your fucking business, Three.
We sacrificed everything to be a part of this.
Honor it, respect it. It's all we got.
[sighs]
I don't usually stand on ceremony, but today,
what just befell your superiors in America
undid over 60 years of loyal service to my family.
Those fine men won't be replaced easily.
Colonel Zaga, Niazo, Abdulim, Daheem.
You're next in line, gentlemen.
[exhales]
Your combined experience is nearly that of your predecessors,
but if my generals' shoes are to be filled,
I need men like you.
Like you,
but not you.
[colonels pleading in panic]
[colonels screaming]
[Rovach] I don't know who killed my generals,
but I'd be a fool to trust the men who most stood to benefit.
So, next men up, congratulations!
[One] All right, we're gonna tiptoe through these waypoints here, under radar.
There's our backdoor to Hong Kong.
[Seven] Hey, One!
You ever plan on calling me Six?
-No. -[Seven] Okay.
-Hey, look, I know we don't get to ask-- -[Three] Then don't.
[Seven] But, uh, who is One?
-Who is he? -[Five] A rich guy who snapped.
That's all I got.
-Yeah, but how did you meet him? -We didn't.
He met us. In really weird ways.
-Oh, yeah. -Yeah. Very weird,
-like, perfect timing kind of weird. -[ticking]
[ticking slows, stops]
-[man speaking in Ukrainian] -[police siren wailing]
[speaking in Ukrainian]
[in English] Cheap. Fake.
Fuck! We ain't leaving till we find the Kalahari.
[shouts in Ukrainian]
[tense electronic music playing]
Let's go.
[police siren wailing]
Oh, shit.
[yells in fright]
Shit!
[woman exclaims]
[both grunting in exertion]
Whoa, whoa!
Grab my hand! Grab my hand!
[man] Hang on!
[Four grunts loudly]
[Four screams]
[grunts]
[panting]
[woman] I'm rich.
[grunting in exertion]
[panting]
What do you want? What do you fucking want?
Hey! Hey! Calm down.
What are you? Are you a fucking pig?
Are you afraid?
Never.
There's power in that.
More power finding a cause.
Something so important that you're afraid to lose it,
afraid that you're gonna die some other way.
For nothing...
-instead of what you're fighting for. -You're making a mistake to do this.
[stammers] I'm a thief.
I've been robbing my whole f... I can make you money.
-Are you afraid? -I've got skills.
-I can be useful. I can help you. -You're gonna die now.
-I can fucking help you! -Gonna fucking die now.
-If you're gonna do it, fucking do it. -You die now!
Fucking do it!
[grunts]
[snickering]
-Oh, my God! -You sick fuck! Who fucking does that?
-You should have seen your face. -You sick fuck!
It's not fucking funny!
It's really funny.
Ooh, I never thought I'd meet a family more screwed up than mine.
Hey, no. Don't say that. He hates the word "family." I don't know.
I think he never had one.
And if you're ever left behind in a mission...
he's not coming back for you.
[laughs] What?
We Deltas don't operate like that.
Things are gonna have to change. I promise you that.
FMS, Hong Kong. Engine start.
Look, I know we're not supposed to ask, but I'm a nosy dude.
So, here goes.
You could have fought a million battles.
Why now... and why Turgistan?
Everybody talks about helping. It's nice to actually do something.
[suspenseful electronic music playing]
[Rovach] It is quite the view, little brother.
Personally, I'd prefer more gold, you know.
Black.
-I'm alone. -Closing on you, it's, like, dark.
You know Sultan Ahmed I?
That shit.
[Murat] In 1603, Sultan Ahmed I gave a gift to his younger siblings.
Magnificent wing in Topkapi Palace.
The gilded cage.
Yeah, I've learned my history, too.
Would you prefer the sultans before Ahmed?
Who strangled the younger brother with the same silk sheets?
You have your own library, screening room.
Yeah, it's a fun prison.
And this, what is... what is this?
Art.
Ugly art.
And the occasional visit from a loving brother.
Quite generous after you tried to take what was rightfully mine.
The throne is not yours or mine.
-It belongs to the people. -The people?
[Murat] Yes, brother, the people.
Like they're some sacred body.
Instead of a violent, ignorant, illiterate mob who just begs for the whip.
He's got his anger issues.
What are you doing here?
These shameful chemical attacks of yours,
you're making me more popular than yourself.
The only way you'll ever leave this place
is if Daqeeq here throws you through that window.
I wish.
[sighs]
My generals, the Four Horsemen, were just executed.
Do you know anything about that?
Do you?
[mouths]
These attacks on my generals
will only increase the frequency of my chemical strikes.
It may take years, but they will carve you up
for all the beautiful things you have done for these people.
Who? The US? They made me.
Russia? They armed me.
Daqeeq, seriously?
Did you buy that shirt by yourself?
You're embarrassing me.
Sorry. I have bad taste.
Daqeeq is under strict order:
If any harm should befall me, the same exact harm will befall you.
Specifically and immediately.
I'm going back to Turgistan.
To my safe travels.
[Seven] Hey, team, we're below radar.
So, buckle up 'cause it's about to get bumpy.
Oh, fuck me.
You know, I usually look at the stewardess to see if I should be scared.
Flight attendant.
You can look at me.
Oh, darling, you could be on fire,
and you would have the same creepy, blank expression on your face.
No offense.
You know, guys, what sucks?
If we were to crash, no one would ever know or care.
We would have no impact on anything.
Like we never existed.
[One, on intercom] I can hear you, and if you're gonna shit your pants,
there's a bathroom in the back.
[suspenseful electronic music playing]
[One] The world is wrapped in red tape,
and I couldn't cut through it even with a billion-dollar sword.
So, we left behind everything,
everyone,
to become...
no one.
So, how long's this been going on?
What?
I've been wondering the same thing. Florence?
Nah, Vegas.
-Vegas. -[Seven] Definitely Vegas.
So, you guys know about us?
[Seven laughs]
-Well, we do now, dumbass. -[Seven] Nice.
Well, I guess it's not against the rules, right?
Depends. So, are you guys fucking or making love?
What's the difference?
We're fucking.
Oh, good.
Hey. Who's this honey badger?
-I'm... I'm Raymond. -[One] Hi, Raymond.
You new to the team?
Just... Just hanging out.
It's Britney, bitch.
So, we should probably go discuss our sensitive geopolitical issues
when we're, you know, Raymond-free. Great security, though.
Really great.
Especially you.
Hong Kong, penthouse extraction.
We're gonna break out Rovach's baby brother from his 90th-floor prison.
It's a simple snatch-and-grab. Minus the word simple because it's not.
-And minus the word snatch-- -Snatch?
-Snatch. -Snatch.
-Snatch what? -Minus the word "snatch-and-grab."
-They mean the same thing. -[Two] Snatch?
Snatch. Stop saying that.
This mine.
[Seven] Yeah, nothing's simple.
The next building over, we use the sky cranes.
One as a sniper's nest for yours truly,
one as a crossover, building to building.
[man] Crane lose control. Very dangerous.
-Stay off the roof. -[Daqeeq] What do you mean?
-Because I will fuck you up. -You not fuck me up.
[in Cantonese]
-What? -Don't talk to me like this!
-Smash you like a bitch. -No, no, no, no.
No? Bye.
[suspenseful electronic music playing]
[One] We have 15 minutes before HK police arrive.
-You afraid? -Nope.
-Good luck. -Saying good luck is bad luck.
-I take it back. -Taking it back is even worse luck.
-Go, go, go, go, go. -Yeah.
Good luck.
[Four] Do you want me to die?
Wanker.
[Five] It's time.
[engine revs]
Ferrari's landed.
[Seven] It's a good ride, One.
A little scary up here, but...
[Four] Nah, this is fun. Don't be a pussy, Seven.
Yeah, I got the gun, smartass.
Remember that.
[Four] Slow it down, One. Slow it down.
[Seven] Overwatch is set.
I got the target in his bed, scratching his balls,
reading some Chinese book.
Hit it, guys.
[engine revving]
[Seven] Eagle's landed.
I love that movie line.
[grunts]
Hello, boys.
-[man speaking Cantonese] -You know, laughter is life.
Just kidding. I stole that from my old dentist's office.
Along with a shit ton of nitrous.
[man] Hey!
Badges? We don't need no stinking badges.
[laughter]
[Two] One, laughing gas is working.
[Five] Oh, shit.
[man speaking in Cantonese]
We got a 911.
-Cops were called. -Cops?
[Five] We got 13 minutes.
Zip line secure.
Ready, ready.
[Seven] One.
There's movement, man.
Where?
[Seven] Four bogeys. Rooftop.
[man shouting in Cantonese]
-[laughter] -What, am I funny to you?
Huh?
I'm funny?
How am I funny to you?
Do I amuse you?
[Three laughing]
I'm gonna need your finger. Come here.
[Two] Two and Three, in the elevator.
[One] All right. You got targets.
On your left, eye level.
[speaks inaudibly]
[Seven] Underwater. Thirty seconds.
He's in some shit, man.
Freeze, Four.
He's above you.
Sixty seconds.
One, he's gonna drown. I got four guys up top. Want me to drop 'em?
No, mission will be compromised.
[Seven] Let me drop 'em, One. This is what I do.
He's been under 120.
He's gonna drown.
Four, move right.
Incoming round.
[silenced rifle shot]
You're welcome.
And y'all can refer to me as Mr. Seven from now on.
[lounge music playing]
[Three] Hot mask.
In a Darth Vader daughter kind of way.
Maybe later we can... coochie-coochie?
[Two] Stop it.
[Three] Woochie-woochie-coochie.
A little over-the-top, guys.
[Three] Oh, Check this out.
I went to the dentist.
[Two] Oh, my God.
-You lost one of the seals! -Huh?
[Two] You're on laughing gas, you dumb motherfucker.
-[laughs] -Give me your gun.
-[Three] I'm not giving you my gun. -You're a danger to yourself.
-[gun cocks] -[Three] I am the danger.
[One] No more movie lines.
Okay? Not just tonight... but ever.
[Three] It's a TV line, not a movie line.
[Two] Just stay behind me.
[Three] Yes, Miss Vader.
[mimics Darth Vader's breathing]
-You almost done there? -[Two] Okay, we've got a problem.
Three got hit with nitrous, and he's stupider than usual.
This is the funniest shit ever! [Three laughs]
[distant police sirens wailing]
-[One] How you doing over there? -[grunts]
You having fun yet?
Anyone ever asked you dumb questions when you're 90 stories up?
No need to climb angry.
Mate, you're really ruining my flow right now, you know that?
[Seven] Get those high-intensity speakers placed.
I got the targets all grouped in the kitchen.
Hey, have you ever... you ever been to an American movie theater?
Between 1983 and 2015?
No, I just pirate them on my phone.
That's an asshole move. All right.
Get ready to pull that trigger.
Till my finger hurts.
[high-pitched tone]
[loud speaker feedback]
[loud drone]
[drone volume increasing]
[in Cantonese]
[in English] No party here! No party!
[loud drone continuing]
[loud THX synthesized crescendo playing]
Hit it.
Now.
[Three laughs] I see dead people.
[Two grunts, groans]
-[Two] Help me. -[laughing]
Three!
-Get off. -[laughing hysterically]
[Three] What are you doing?
[man] Move, move, move. Move, move, move, move, move.
[tense electronic music playing]
-I got 'em up top. -[silenced gunshots]
[Seven] Move.
Who are you? Stay away. Stay away!
-Let's go. -[Seven] One, Four's got the target.
Always starts out well.
-[Four] Stay low. -[Murat] You're American military?
[Seven] Two, Three, you're clear to move up top.
Four, move.
Got the target. Moving out.
Let's go.
[Three] Oh, wow. Look at this.
-[Two] Stay behind me, idiot. -Oh, yeah.
-[man] Don't move! -[Seven] I got him.
[Four] Come on.
Move, move, move, move, move.
[Two] Get back here!
[Three] One sec.
-Oh, pearl handle. -Oh, shit.
[Three] That's a cool piece.
[Two] This is like bringing a child to a gunfight.
[Three] Whoa.
There you go. Come on, come on, come on. Say peek-a-boo, you punk.
[Two] No, no! Stop!
[Three] Ouch!
[Seven] Who the fuck was that?
Somebody speak to me.
-Please tell me I did not just kill Three. -[Three] What? These are good masks.
The hell you picking up a bad guy's gun for, man?
-[Three] You shot me, bro! -This is going great.
-You shot me! -[Seven] Because you're an idiot.
-You don't look through a bullet hole. -I'm so mad at everyone right now.
What's new? I like you mad.
Wrong intel. Too many men.
Oh, no. I'm pissed now.
I just got shot by my own man. More guys coming.
[Five] What's going on? You guys have one minute left.
We're only supposed to have seven guys working.
Where are they coming from?
[man] Go.
[Seven] We got five more targets.
Get up here now, all you've got.
Watch out for the snipers.
[Two] Two at the bar, three in the corner.
Okay, we do like that movie Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, okay?
They died at the end of that movie.
-They do? -Yeah.
Hey, Chan, what's up?
[Seven] Two, Three, hold at the stair.
[automatic gunfire continuing]
[sirens blaring]
[Five] Fifteen minutes.
-Half of China's in the lobby. -[One groans]
That's... That's high.
[Five] We're out of time. What the hell are you guys doing up there?
Come on.
We're stuck at the stairwell.
Can we go down?
Negative. This place is full of police. Do not come down.
[police shouting in Cantonese]
[Murat] They're surrounding us.
[Three] Only one way out. That's up.
[Two] Two coming up.
Guys, I got a bad idea.
What do you mean you have a bad idea? No, you're supposed to have good ideas.
Like a... really, really bad idea.
One, remember when I said some shit was gonna go bad?
Shoot people! You're a sniper, goddamn it!
[Seven] It's fucked up right now, so watch me work. I'm improvising.
Y'all might wanna grab a hold of some shit.
-[Three] What do you mean? -[Two] The pool!
[Three] Oh, no, no, no! Back, back!
[Two] Grab something!
[pounding electronic music playing]
Jump!
[man screams]
[men screaming]
[Three] Hang on!
[Two grunts]
You drowned everybody!
Drowned the whole fucking team!
-Dumbest idea ever. -[Two] Fucking crazy.
-Almost killed us. -[Murat] I don't like Seven.
-[Three] We need a long talk after this. -[Seven] We'll chat later.
-Hey. Whoa, whoa. Okay. -[rapidly approaching footsteps]
Whoa.
[police siren wailing]
[Seven] You wanna tell everyone where you learned that shit?
-Go. -Is a helicopter coming to rescue us?
-[Three] Pretty soon. -'Cause...
[panicked] Oh, no. No, no, no. Come on, no. What? Wait.
Oh, my God. I'm afraid of heights. I will have a heart attack.
-Yeah? Don't cover your face! -[shouts] Ah!
-[Murat] Ow! -Why?
-I'm knocking him out. -[Murat] Stop.
-You're to save-- -[Three] Come on!
It's gonna be over soon!
-[Murat] Ow! -Hey, hey, hey!
-[Three] Go down! -[One] Stop!
-Goddamn it! -[Murat] What bullshit is this?
I thought you guys are here to rescue me.
-[One] He's the good guy. -Yes!
-What's wrong with you, you fucking goon? -[Murat yells]
-I was trying to knock him out. -No. He's the point of the mission.
-Use your head. -He wasn't going.
No, get out! Go!
[Murat, screaming in panic] Oh, my God!
-Go. -Whatever. I'm leaving.
Adiós, asshole.
No. No!
-No! No, no. Stay away. -[Three] Come here!
[Murat] Get off me.
-[Three] You fucking... -Hey!
[punching continuing]
[Three] Come on.
Oh, now what?
-Do you have rabies? -No.
You have rabies?
-What? -What?
-What the fuck is wrong with you? -He was escaping.
And why do you think he might wanna get away from you?
You should thank me. I just saved the mission.
What? Get off of him.
-Get off of him. -[Murat] Get off me.
How many times do I have to save this mission? Fuck.
-Probably have some ice in the car. -Fucking sick prick. I'm so sorry.
-[Murat] Your buddy is an asshole. -Hey.
Come on. It gets better.
Don't help.
Don't help. Just stay right there, James Bond. Thank you.
[softly] Oh, shit.
Three bullets.
[somber electronic music playing]
Come on, Four. We're moving.
Just go.
I can't get across.
They cut the zip line.
I'm sorry.
It's just bad luck.
[man shouting indistinctly over radio]
[softly] Yeah.
Bad luck.
[automatic gunfire]
[pounding instrumental music playing]
-[approaching police sirens] -[Five] Come on, come on.
That's a lot of cops.
[man] Come on. Get up!
[Four] Whoa! I'm coming, I'm coming.
What made your president change his mind?
This wasn't him. The guy doesn't know how to spell Turgistan.
This better not be what I'm thinking it is.
-What's that? -A coup.
Exchanging my brother with me.
♪ Run ♪
["Run" by Awolnation (What So Not & QUIX remix) playing]
♪ Run ♪
-What is that? -Three blew the budget on the Ferrari.
-Sorry. My bad. My bad. -Stupid.
It's adorable. We are not having a good night.
[both grunting]
[engine roars]
I can't steer like Six, so let's avoid any violent bullshit, all right?
[both grunting]
[man screaming]
Oh!
Oh, shit!
Was that a bad guy?
[sirens blaring]
-[police officers speaking in Cantonese] -Shit.
[Three] Kill him?
-[Policeman in Cantonese] -[One] No.
-[Three] Want me to kill him? -[One] No.
[Murat, in English] Hey!
-Cops. I've been kidnapped! -I'm gonna kill him.
-And I'm gonna let you. -They are kidnapping me!
-[speaks in Cantonese] -Hey, cops, where are you going?
Whoa. Shit.
-[police sirens wailing] -[Four yells]
[man shouts in Cantonese]
-[Four] Shit. -[man shouts in Cantonese]
-[gunshots] -[bullets ricochet]
Fuck.
[man, in Turkmen]
Whoa!
-[suspenseful music playing] -Fuck.
[Four] I made it across.
Southwest side.
Where are you guys?
No!
[Four screaming]
-Stop the car. -No, don't stop the car.
-We're leaving him. -What?
-[Seven] No. -He's on his own.
-[Seven] Stop the car. -Do not stop the car.
-Stop the fucking car! -Hey! Don't fucking do it!
He cocked it first.
I'm not doing this again. I'm not leaving him behind.
We're all we got.
[grunting]
-[Seven] Get out the car. -[Three] He's in the net up there.
Dude, little space.
[Daqeeq grunting]
Die!
[Three] Come on. Hurry, Seven.
Come on, come on, come on.
I'm gonna kill you.
[Four] No!
[suspenseful music building]
[One] Hurry, Seven.
[gunshot]
[distant thud]
[Four breathing heavily]
Nice shot.
Carvers.
Cleavers.
They're making war on me.
My most loyal generals are dead, and my brother is loose.
They're not shadows. They're men.
[woman] And women.
Uncommonly skilled in covering their tracks.
Outside of their violence against you, they appear not to exist at all.
You mean to tell me in a world of cell phones and Internet browsers--
We have found no digital footprints.
She was declared dead seven months ago.
Your firm is helpless.
I find people by examining their links to the world,
to families, friends, employers, organizations.
Once I find a thread, I pull it and keep pulling it until I reach them
so I can have my teams kill them.
How is this different?
Whatever links to the world these people had, they've cut them.
And yet they walk the Earth like you and me.
They have blood types and birthdays and sock drawers.
This ghost act is itself a form of hubris.
If they exist, they can be made not to.
[tense electronic music playing]
We're good.
This shit isn't sitting right with me, man. You made me a promise.
You said you'd always let me pull the trigger.
Yeah. Yeah, I did say that.
-Yeah, you remember that? -Okay, easy.
-You know why we don't use names? -Why?
No offense, Four, I'm glad you're alive,
but you left us out on that street there. We were totally exposed.
If I was up there, I'd expect you to leave me and not turn back.
-Fuck that. -Mission is more important than the man.
Fuck the mission.
-You don't leave a soldier behind. -I got news for you.
Seven, you're not a soldier anymore. She's not a doctor.
She's not a spy.
-He's not a hitman. And I'm not a CEO. -A rich asshole?
Oh, I am still a rich asshole.
-I just don't have a name. -You are. What's your name?
-Don't tell him. -I'm Blaine.
I just saved your life.
What's your name?
It's Billy.
Billy.
-You look like a Billy. -You look like a Four.
I'm Javier.
Camille.
Amelia.
It's nice to meet everyone. That's great.
That's great. Let's go, let's go.
Great.
[Seven] Hey, ghosts. This is Seven, AKA Blaine.
We're below radar, we're entering Turgistan airspace.
That gives us four days till Day of the Dead.
[tense electronic music playing]
[woman] Concentric circles.
Your enemy's radius of operations is shrinking.
Thirty-eight hours ago,
an unidentified aircraft vanished off-radar near Tyrus.
It filed no flight plan, it ignored control and then disappeared.
Two, Three, you hustling?
Speed it up.
[Two] Don't drop it.
It's a two-block walk. Come on.
Funny guy. What is your number?
One, Two, Three? Whatever it is. My number is Zero.
I'm doing jack ass here.
You got the biggest job of all 'cause none of this matters if you don't step up.
They will catch all of us!
Can I ask you something?
-[inspirational music playing] -If you had one shot,
one opportunity to seize everything that you ever wanted
in one moment, would you capture it or let it slip?
[music abruptly stops]
Was that, uh...
Was that Eminem?
-Yes. -You gave me fucking goosebumps.
If I do whatever you're asking me to do, my brother will cut off my head.
And he loves cutting heads. And believe me,
compared to what he will do with you ghosts, this is nothing.
[Two] Arm them. Click to the right.
I wonder how many people you have to kill to get one of these.
We're at the TV relay.
Hey, are you afraid?
[Five] He's in.
Three little words have helped dictators rule:
State-run television.
We're gonna become the new heads of programming...
-[high-pitched tone] -Inverter's in place.
...and you're gonna be our new spokesperson.
After his national address, he'll have a big party on his yacht.
[One] If we're gonna flush Rovach to his yacht,
we need to disable security at his palace,
which means a crippling surge of electricity,
which means an unannounced visit to a state-run power generator.
This one's highly defended, no back doors, so we walk through the front.
All right, guys. You're clear to the gate.
[One] Never underestimate the power of a very nice suit.
Remember, they don't like Americans.
Everything's looking good. They're in.
Cheeks on seats.
[rapid tapping on keyboard]
[Seven clears throat]
[in Scottish accent] Manchester.
Manchester and Farquarson. We've got a website, look it up.
Inspection is our business. That's the slogan.
And your name again?
My name is Mr. Worthington,
-and this is my associate, Mr. Ferijips-- -[in Turkmen accent] Ferjelpo.
[uncertainly] Surjepo.
And he's from...
Turgistan.
-Turgistan. -Turgistan.
You want soup?
Got any booze in there?
No.
-Cup. Compliment his wife. -Is that your wife?
It's my daughter.
Uh...
[inhales deeply]
It's hard living out here, isn't it?
She come out full grown?
Faked me out there with the gray hair and the wrinkles
-and the orthopedic shoes and-- -What do you want?
An unannounced stress test.
Plants three through seven, they passed.
And I have no doubt that you will, too. All right.
The only failure was at plant two.
You know, that was very...
Plant two failed?
..minor. Yes, so, you know Mr. Noor?
-We're trying to keep his name out of it. -Yeah.
Noor is a fool.
[all laugh]
Yeah.
-Noor is dead. Say he's dead. -No, he's dead.
He died.
Wrong guy. He's alive. Fuck!
[breathing anxiously] Just recover. Recover.
Yeah. He was found with a belt...
tied around his neck in an unfortunate masturbating accident.
Ferocious masturbating accident.
It was very sad.
One, shut the fuck up.
-What? -Come on. We've all choked ourselves
having a little choke, haven't we?
[buzzing]
Come.
And this is our finest room.
It transmits all state-run television and power to the palace.
Very efficient.
Maybe Mr. Grace can mention it to Mr. Bashir.
I doubt it.
[Seven] Does it ever bother you, bro?
To mean nothing to anyone.
Like, one wrong word in there, and they go find themselves an Eight?
Nine?
Why do you think I chose you?
A man whose longest relationship's with a rifle.
[chuckles] You don't know my fucking life, bro.
You can't do the stuff that we do and have someone you love.
It doesn't... It doesn't work.
Everybody's got someone or something to lose, man.
Even you.
No, I... I'm gonna leave this world the same way that I came into it.
Alone, thank you.
[laughs]
You can drop the boo-hoo bullshit 'cause I see through it.
You were good in there.
-I know. -Yeah, that Turkmen was garbage.
-[both laugh] -Fuck you.
You've got a soul, man. You should let it out.
[suspenseful electronic music playing]
[man] Presidente, we go live in five minutes.
[One] When the shit goes down,
presidential protocol is they take him to his yacht.
They store him in a stateroom.
It's hardened like a bunker.
[Two] Wow! It's so big!
[man, in Turkmen]
[laughs]
[both laugh]
[speaking Turkmen]
[in English] How you doing, Mama?
[speaking Turkmen]
[in English] Three, set at palace.
It's beautiful.
Thank you.
I just threw it together.
The route to Rovach's boat will take about an hour.
We need every second.
[somber piano music playing]
You know, none of us will be remembered.
What's about to happen will.
Little things, they add up to big things.
[exhales forcefully]
Let's go change the world.
[high-pitched tone]
[alarm wails]
[beeping]
[Murat] Hey, One.
I'm freaking the fuck out.
My fellow countrymen, well--
No, I can't do this.
I can't go live.
Uh...
[Murat clears throat]
My brothers and, uh, my sisters.
I'm here to teach.
It's time for a revolution.
For so many years, our people have suffered under my brother.
Free yourself,
rise up.
Set us free.
It's time for a revolution.
♪ Oh, won't wave my white flag, no ♪
♪ This time I won't let go ♪
♪ I'd rather die ♪
♪ Than give up the fight Give up the fight, give up the fight... ♪
Who picked this?
You're welcome.
-It's a good song. -This... No.
-It's perfect. -That is subjective.
♪ Than give up the fight Give up the fight, give up the fight
♪ Give up the fight ♪
♪ Oh-oh, oh-oh ♪
-[chanting] -[Murat] Rise up
and let's take our country back.
♪ Oh-oh ♪
♪ Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh ♪
♪Oh-oh-oh-oh ♪
We'll see if this works.
[beep]
♪ Flares are going up Flares are going up ♪
-[rapid beeping] -♪ Oh-oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ Oh, won't wave my white flag, no ♪
♪ This time I won't let go ♪
♪ I'd rather die... ♪
[guests gasp]
[guests screaming]
♪ Won't wave my white flag, no ♪
♪ Oh, I won't go down slow... ♪
-No. I don't really care. -[man 1] Power's out.
Just tell me. Who the fuck is it?
State TV are compromised. It's showing everywhere.
[man 2] We are under attack.
[crowd cheering]
-[man] Breakthrough... -BBC...
-Breaking news... -A coup is underway...
[Rovach and advisers speak Turkmen]
[in English] Every man we've got, fully armed and tacked.
All right, guys, here they come.
[tires screech]
I'm counting cars. It's like a fucking parade.
Murat, go.
[Rovach] Scramble all squadrons.
Bring in strike fighters to escort me.
Replace traditional ordnance with sarin VX.
Start on my word.
[crowd chanting angrily]
Why is it always me that has to do this kind of shit, man?
Hey, Chatty Cathy. Do you know what over and out means?
I'm a little afraid. What do you want me to say?
Conversation's over. Capisce?
There's a lot of bad guys, and I'm the only good guy here. Move!
If I die, just tell my mother that I love her.
Over and out!
They poke the nest, they're gonna find hornets.
♪ This time I won't let go ♪
♪ I'd rather die ♪
♪ Than give up the fight Give up the fight, give up the fight ♪
♪ Give up the fight ♪
♪ Won't wave my white flag, no ♪
♪ No, I won't go down slow ♪
♪ Won't go down slow... ♪
Oh, okay, papi. They have fighter jets.
They have fighter jets, man.
Is this gonna work?
Well...
I hope so. [laughs]
We better hurry.
[protesters clamoring]
Where'd you get these?
It's the pro shit.
Ghost guns.
Ceramic barrels, plastic frames, plastic mags.
[grunts]
[Rovach] These are no longer my people.
Through that crowd. Through that crowd!
[protesters screaming]
No, you evil fuck!
[inaudible]
This is where you ask me if I'm afraid.
Right now, I'm shit scared.
[guests shouting, screaming]
Dropping one! Two!
Three! Four!
Drive. Drive fast.
-[gunshots] -[grunting]
What's the status, Three?
I'm good. Just making the world a better place, that's all.
[protesters clamoring]
[crowd screaming, shouting]
Go! Go! Let's go!
[Seven] TOT, let's go, let's go, let's go!
Hey, Four, you've gotta sabotage that anchor.
See you on the other side.
Open the bridge.
All the way.
Don't start the party without me.
[One] Time clock. Guys.
Let's go. Go.
President. Ready to go underway.
[yells]
[grunts]
[laughs]
[in Italian]
[in English] Hello.
[protesters chanting]
Why are we not moving?
[speaking Turkmen]
Cauliflower is very nice.
-I wanna move! -I told the captain to move.
-There's nothing more I can do. -I want to move right now!
He's German. He's very precise.
Start the engines. Prepare to leave.
[guests screaming, shouting]
[beeping]
[Two] Side door is opening.
Take the wheel! Take the wheel!
[ship horn blares]
Lock the boat down.
Everyone, strap on body armor,
and tell the captain let's get going.
[captain] Captain of the Kismet.
I need military escort.
Not so fast. We're gonna stay and party. Get down.
Down. Get down. On your knees.
-All right. -Show me your hands, por favor.
Two hands!
[man, on radio] This is Turgistan security on the Kismet. Pirates have just--
[Four] Comms cut. We're good.
-Bonjour. -Hi.
-Hey. -Hi.
Hey, papi.
Listen closely.
The enemy is us.
We must target him not where he is strong but where he's weak.
Hospitals, to take away his safety.
Schools, to take away his future.
Youth, to suffocate his hope.
[Murat] Stop.
-[Rovach] Commence gas attack. -Get out of my way.
[Rovach] Do it now.
Do it!
I said do--
Join me, brothers.
So you don't have to kill your own people again.
Tell the military to back away from that boat.
Together, we will bring peace to our beloved country.
We're good.
Guards have chest armor.
Yes, they do.
[Seven] We got the fancy composite Kevlar. I hope this works, man.
-[One] It'll work. -They have some fancy food up there.
Really? Tell me more about that. Don't hold back.
This fish soup they call... labu... labuan...
I'm fucking kidding. Focus.
It's so delicious, man. They put this little cheese on it.
Does it have to be on the walkie-talkie? And we're all standing right here. Yeah?
Don't you give me attitude, okay?
-Over and out. -[muttering] I...
Don't scratch my boat with your guns. It cost me one billion manat.
[adviser, in Turkmen]
[beeping increasing in pace]
[One, in English] When I pop this, the magnet pulse lasts for 15 seconds.
[high-pitched tone]
Welcome to the world's biggest magnet.
I was thinking that when this is over, I want you to meet my mother, yes?
[laughs] Oh, God. You didn't say that.
What? Yes, I said it.
What's wrong with you people?
[guests screaming, shouting]
Ooh! Big guns.
Ooh, la la!
I found the back doors to Rovach's suite.
[guests speaking indistinctly]
Fuck!
[groans] Ah, fucking American-made!
-[ship horn blares] -[guests shouting, screaming]
The fucking chip fell out.
-What? -What?
-The chip fell out! -Well, fix it.
I can't just fix it, all right? The phone is very fucking complicated.
No. No, no, no, no. No, no. Go. Go, go, go.
-Sir, please, we must leave right now. -Hungry. I went for a dip.
-I'm important guest. -We have to--
I just went for a dip, all right?
This is succulent chicken, man.
-Show me your hands. -This couscous?
Show me your hands!
[shouts in Turkmen]
Fine.
Hey.
You know what?
I would love to meet your mother.
Really?
[man screams]
I'm really happy.
[yells angrily]
-[police siren wails] -[Seven] Contact!
Come on.
-[One] What the fuck? -[Seven] One!
-What the fuck? -Put the phone down, and use your gun.
I got it, I got it! I got it!
-Grenade! -[loud drone]
Gah!
[men groaning, grunting]
[grunting]
Oh!
[man screams]
[loud drone]
[exclaims]
Holy shit! I mean, I wasn't sure it would work.
I mean, I wasn't "sure" sure. I had a suspicion, but I, uh...
God, this is all so fucking dangerous.
Move!
Hey, hey!
You like that phone now, motherfucker?
This thing is amazing.
Stop fucking around. We gotta find Rovach.
[groans]
Oh, shit. What happened?
What the fuck?
[electrical hum]
[in Turkmen]
[in English] Jesus. What did you do?
You goddamn animals.
Don't look at me. She's the evil one.
-You did this? -Yeah.
-Why? -[Seven] If we don't move quick,
-they're gonna pull them from the boat. -You're sick.
Disgusting.
[One] Let's find Rovach.
[loud drone]
[men screaming]
[men grunting, groaning]
[Seven] Let's go.
[loud drone]
More guys coming.
[Seven] Flashbang!
[man] Move it here!
[man] Move, move.
-The boat's moving. -That's bad.
-Mag! -[automatic gunfire]
-Magnet! Where is the magnet? -[Seven] They're getting their guns!
-Fix the phone! -I'm trying!
The screen is cracked!
We get it! They're dead!
Shit. They got our position. We need to move.
Honestly, I didn't think we'd make it this far.
Go kill the engine.
[One] That is disgusting!
It was a flashbang.
Holy shit.
We should split up.
Go with him.
Get me to the boat.
[alarm wailing]
[man panting]
-You. Where's Rovach? -[clattering]
[loud drone]
I feel like a Jedi.
Five, flush him out.
[yells angrily]
[Four] Five, find Rovach. I'll distract the guards.
I wouldn't do that.
[rapid beeping]
[boat groaning, creaking]
[man] We're sinking.
I've got four guys on me. I'm on the upper deck, and I'm screwed.
[man] Who are you?
He's up there! On top!
[One] No, no, no!
[grunting]
Come on!
Oh, no. Wait. Wait. I got it.
-[gunshot] -[groans]
Big motherfucker.
[grunts]
[gasps]
-[both exclaim] -I almost shot you right in the head.
Goddamn it. You go eat some food.
-Fuck you. -Fuck you.
No, you fuck you.
["White Flag" by Bishop Briggs playing]
-[Two] I'm in Rovach's stateroom. -[Rovach speaking Turkmen]
-[in English] Get me to the rescue boat. -One.
Rovach is leaving with a guard.
What do you want me to do?
Four, where you at?
[Four] One, please!
-Four? -[Four] Help me!
Give me a hint, buddy.
[ship creaking]
Get me out of this boat.
What's your 20?
Anybody got eyes on the target?
I don't know my 20. Stay off the channel. I'm going for Four.
-Four, where you at, buddy? -[Seven] You're breaking your own rules.
I thought you didn't have a family.
Presidente!
-[bone cracks] -[screams in pain]
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
It's a big ship. Say something, pal.
He's gonna kill me.
Look, Bond, you gotta get here fast.
There you are.
Cleavers.
What?
It's a TV show. Come on, let's go.
Fucking millennials.
Ship's sinking. Come on.
♪ This time I won't let go ♪
♪ I'd rather die ♪
♪ Than give up the fight Give up the fight, give up the fight ♪
♪ Give up the fight ♪
♪ Won't wave my white flag, no ♪
♪ Oh, I won't go down slow ♪
♪ I'd rather die ♪
♪ Than give up the fight... ♪
[indistinct radio chatter]
They're all in.
♪ Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪
♪Won't wave my white flag, no ♪
♪ This time I won't let go ♪
♪ I'd rather die ♪
♪ Than give up the fight Give up the fight, give up the fight... ♪
As fast as she can fly to the villa in Dezar.
They sunk my boat.
I was thinking of somewhere else.
-Hey. -I'll blow your fucking head off!
Who are you?
[One] No one.
[man choking]
Murat!
[reporter 1] In Turgistan, we're witnessing a regime change.
[reporter 2] We're following a major breaking story.
[reporter 3] Country's overthrown...
[reporter 4] Countries around the world
are now mobilizing to give them help.
Refugee camps are emptying. It's an amazing sight to see.
[somber instrumental music playing]
[reporter 5] We're following a major breaking story.
[reporter 4] We understand now that they're dropping Rovach off to rebels.
[rebels cheering, chanting]
[Rovach] I know you.
From the opera, right?
-Welcome to Act Five. -I knew it.
What are you gonna do?
Murat!
I'm your brother!
You didn't listen to me, Brother.
Kill me here, huh?
I wanna die with dignity.
Kill me here.
Kill me here!
Kill me!
[rebels yelling angrily]
Kill me right now.
Don't let them touch me.
Shoot me right now!
Murat!
No! No!
[rebels clamoring]
[Rovach screaming]
[rebels clamoring]
[screams]
[One] Truth?
I have no idea what happens when you die.
Death's still a mystery.
But life...
a little less so.
Alone...
we walk the Earth...
quiet.
But together?
As a team?
Oh, we can do some shit...
awfully loud.
They say that your soul departs when you pass.
[inaudible]
Well, for us, it was the opposite.
The moment nothing to lose...
became something to gain.
[inspirational instrumental music playing]
[inaudible]
[faint children's chatter]
And the whole wide world...
seemed a little less haunted.
I am one...
but not done.
["Bulletproof" by The Score playing]
♪ I wish, I wish that I was bulletproof Bulletproof ♪
♪ I wish that I could wear a mask And face the truth ♪
♪ I wish that I was ♪
♪ Bullet-bulletproof ♪
Next time, can we just knock off a fucking casino?
♪ I wish, I wish that I was bulletproof Bulletproof ♪
♪ I wish that I could wear a mask And face the truth ♪
♪ I wish that I was ♪
♪ Bullet-bulletproof Bullet-bullet-bulletproof ♪
♪ Bullet-bulletproof Bullet-bullet-bullet ♪
♪ I wish that I was bulletproof Bulletproof ♪
♪ March onward As they ricochet within a noose ♪
♪ I wish that I was ♪
♪ Bullet-bulletproof Bullet-bullet-bulletproof ♪
♪ A monster inside of my skin And I don't know where to begin, no ♪
♪ There's a monster inside of my skin And I don't know who's gonna win, oh ♪
♪ I wish, I wish that I was bulletproof Bulletproof ♪
♪ I wish that I could wear a mask And face the truth ♪
♪ I wish that I was ♪
♪ Bullet-bulletproof Bullet-bullet-bulletproof ♪
♪ I wish that I was bulletproof Bulletproof ♪
♪ March onward As they ricochet within a noose ♪
♪ I wish that I was ♪
♪ Bullet-bulletproof Bullet-bullet-bulletproof ♪
[tense electronic music playing]