Atomic Blonde

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(TV clicks on)

RONALD REAGAN :
East and West

do not mistrust each other

because we're armed.

We're armed because we

mistrust each other.

Mr. Gorbachev,

tear down this wall.

(cheering and applause)

("Blue Monday '88"

by New Order plays)

(grunting and panting)

- (grunting)

- (tires squealing nearby)

(tires squealing)

(grunting)

How does it feel

To treat me like you do?

(yells, grunts)

When you've laid

your hands upon me

- (engine revving)

- And told me who you are

(tires squealing)

- (yelling)

- I thought I was mistaken

I thought I heard

- Your words

- (yelling in pain)

Tell me, how do I feel?

(playing over car stereo):

Tell me now, how do...

MAN (laughing):
James

f***ing Gascoigne.

How did you find me?

Maybe you're not as good at

this spy sh*t as you think.

It was Satchel, wasn't it?

Satchel gave me up.

(groans, pants)

I always thought,

if I got tagged,

it would be by the best.

But you're not the best,

are you, Bakhtin?

You're the biggest

f***ing c*nt in the KGB.

(chuckling)

Sticks and stones, Jimmy.

(gunshot echoing)

(ticking)

(grunting)

(splash)

(sighs)

(ice cubes clinking)

(gasping breaths)

("Cat People" by

David Bowie plays)

See these eyes so green

(light clicks, buzzes)

I can stare

For a thousand years

Colder than the moon

It's been so long

And I've been

putting out fire

With gasoline

See these eyes so red

Red like jungle

burning bright

Those who feel me near

(car horn honks)

Pull the blinds

And change their minds

It's been so long

Still this pulsing night

A plague I call a heartbeat

Just be still with me

You wouldn't believe

What I've been through

You've been so long

Well, it's been so long

And I've been putting

out the fire

With gasoline

Putting out the

fire with gasoline.

ATOMIC BLONDE:

(buzzing, ringing)

(lock clunks, buzzes)

(lock clunks, buzzes)

That's a nasty black eye.

Where's C?

Given the scale of

recent world events,

C will not be joining us.

Yes, of course.

(tape recorder clicks, hums)

(lock clunks and

buzzes, door opens)

The voices on record

are the following:

Myself, Senior Directorate

Officer Eric Gray;

Our American guest,

Emmett Kurzfeld

of the U.S. Central

Intelligence Agency;

And returning British

Operational Officer

Lorraine Broughton.

Before we begin, sir,

may I formally request

that Mr. Kurzfeld be removed

- from the debriefing.

- Request denied.

What I have to tell you, sir,

is not for the CIA to hear.

Lorraine, you are the

subject of this debriefing,

- not its controller.

- I understand that.

KURZFELD :
I was

there, in Berlin.

And I'm here with the full

executive authority of Langley.

If it'd make you

more comfortable,

I could stand behind the

mirror with everybody else.

But it's a little

crowded back there.

(quietly):
Cocksucker.

What did you say?

I didn't say anything.

I'm sorry. Did you say

something, Lorraine?

Did you hear me say something?

- I thought you said something.

- What did she say?

LORRAINE :
What?

(Kurzfeld sighs)

Well...

do you want to play

the tape back?

(sighing):
Well, then...

Shall we begin?

Berlin.

What happened?

Yeah.

(chuckles softly) Berlin.

(inhales deeply)

(long exhale)

F***.

(thunder rumbling)

GRAY :
Ah. Lorraine.

Sorry to bring you in

on such short notice.

You know C.

- Yes.

- We were just going over your file.

I see your Russian is excellent.

An expert in escape and evasion.

Proficient in

intelligence collection

and hand-to-hand combat.

It's an impressive

set of skills.

Knowing the Reds as I do,

she'll need to use every

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