Babylon A.D.

"Save the planet."

Whenever I've read that bumper sticker,

I've had to laugh.

"Save the planet."

What for? And from what?

From ourselves?

Life's simple:

Kill or be killed,

don't get involved...

... and always finish the job.

The survivor's code.

My code.

And it all sounds great until the day you

find yourself confronted by a choice.

A choice to make a difference,

to help someone...

... or to walk away and save yourself.

I learned something that day.

You can't always walk away.

Too bad it was the day I died.

Get out here!

Come here!

Get back!

You remember me?

You sold me a gun that don't work!

You almost got me killed!

I paid $20 for this.

I want my money back.

Give me that.

This one's very good, very good.

Okay.

I owe you.

I'll save you some.

Hey, Toorop. Toorop.

Somebody came here looking for you.

Okay.

Boy, what a massacre.

At the peak of the rush hour,

bombs were detonated in...

Karl, is that you?

I thought you were in Sudan

killing babies.

Remember the last time we met?

I told you if you ever

point that gun at me again...

...l'd kill you.

Who would hire a baby killer

to get me?

Who?

No sh*t. If you wanted me dead,

you'd have blown up the building.

Who?

Gorsky.

Karl, you're a disgrace

to the profession.

You're not a mercenary,

you're a terrorist.

You need two things to live in this

business, your balls and your word.

You don't have either.

You know the difference

between you and me, Karl?

I still got both.

Take it easy.

Personal between him and me.

You are a hard man to find, Toorop.

I'm not hiding.

You could have knocked.

I needed to be sure

that you were the same idealist...

...who worked for me 10 years ago.

So you knew I was gonna kill Karl?

I don't like you, Gorsky.

You can't trust me

and I can't trust you.

Look at you.

Still in this sh*t hole, surviving.

No friends, no family, no future.

We are the same. You and me.

We're not the same.

What do you want?

I need a smuggler.

I don't do refugees anymore.

Use your own cargo.

- You own the borders anyway.

- Only on this side.

- This is an overseas delivery?

- A girl.

She needs to be in America

in six days.

Why are you playing with me?

You know I can't get back

into that country.

You know that U.N. passports

are impossible to fake.

This is not a fake.

Inject it in your neck

when you pass the official border.

This is your new life.

I'll do it for half a mil.

I can make you do it for free.

You can't make me do sh*t, Gorsky.

But you can pay me what I need

so I can get the job done right.

A car will pick you up outside.

Everything you need

will be in the trunk.

Cross me and you'll have no place

to hide anymore...

...Toorop.

It goes both ways...

...Gorsky.

Sh*t.

Good morning.

You must be Toorop.

I am Sister Rebeka.

I want to bring three simple rules

to your attention...

...before we start our journey.

We?

I'm here to pick up one girl.

Wherever she goes, I go.

That is rule number one.

Rule number two, the less contact she

has with the outside world, the better.

You're here to protect her

from outside influences.

That includes seeing,

hearing and feeling.

Now, it's a harsh world

out there, Sister.

I know. That is why we live in here.

Sh*t. Okay, what's your third rule?

No foul language.

Do we have an agreement?

You listen to my one and only rule.

Don't f*** with me...

...or I'll leave you standing

in the middle of nowhere...

...with nothing but your ass to sell

to get back here...

...your perfect world.

Do we have an agreement?

Obviously, you are not a gentleman.

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