Atomic Blonde

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.

James fucking Gasciogne.

How did you find me?

Maybe you're not as good at this spy shit as you think.

It was Satchel, wasn't it? Satchel gave me up.

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 fucking cunt in the KGB.

Sticks and stones, Jimmy.

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.

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.

I was there, in Berlin.

And I'm here with the full executive authority of Langley.

Would it make you more comfortable?

I could stand behind the mirror with everybody else.

But it's a little crowded back there.

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?

What?

Well...

Do you want to play the tape back?

Well, then.

Shall we begin?

Berlin.

What happened?

Yeah.

Berlin.

Fuck.

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.

And knowing the Reds as I do,

she'll need to use every damn one of them.

I'll get straight to the point.

How well do you know James Gasciogne?

Enough to say hello.

We worked together in Istanbul in '85.

He's dead.

Gasciogne was killed last night on a mission in Berlin.

The West German Police fished his body out of the Spree this morning.

And a coroner extracted a 7.62 Tokarev round

from the base of his skull.

Soviets.

Yesterday, Gasciogne met with a Stasi officer, code-named Spyglass.

We promised Spyglass immunity

in exchange for a document on microfilm, code-named The List.

Hidden in a Swiss watch, no less.

The List contains every active clandestine officer,

all their shady deals.

It's an atomic bomb of information

that could extend the Cold War for another 40 years.

And we believe the man that killed Gasciogne now has it.

Our sources point to Yuri Bakhtin,

a KGB hatchet man with more than a dozen confirmed kills.

So you want me in Moscow?

No.

Bakhtin never got on the flight.

So he's still in Berlin along with The List.

Everyone's hunting for it.

The Yanks, the Frogs, Soviets of course.

And our man, Percival.

Who's Percival?

David Percival. He's our number one in Berlin.

He's your point of contact there.

Straight from the tit of the Virgin Mary.

The Jordache wasn't easy.

It's for my wife's birthday.

That's really nice. Now, where's that fucking list?

I gave the microfilm to Gasciogne last night.

James didn't show up.

I did my part. I gave him the list.

You have to get me and my family across.

It's not safe for us anymore here.

The Russians are onto me.

No list, no deal.

I risked everything.

No list, no deal.

You listen to me, Spyglass.

Without that list, why shouldn't I take you outside

and shoot you in the fucking head?

You are going to kill a Stasi officer?

One that's about to defect to the West? Yeah.

Without an embassy to look after him,

Percival has gone somewhat native.

Gone fucking feral.

Berlin is the Wild West.

And if that bloody wall comes crashing down,

we don't want to be under it.

If the Russians get that list, we're all buggered sideways.

You're Elizabeth Lloyd,

a Cambridge-educated lawyer

sent by James Gasciogne's family

to retrieve the body and effects

of their recently deceased son.

Your mission is to connect with Percival

and do whatever it takes to get that list home.

And remember, Lorraine, this is highly sensitive.

Trust no one.

Follow me! Come, come, come!

Quickly! This way!

Tell me you made a copy.

I memorized it.

Memorized it?

Every single agent on that list?

Every Wednesday, you visit the Penny Lane brothel.

Your favorite girl is Margot. Her real name is Maria.

Maria?

All right, I'll get you across.

You're a good man, Percival.

Fuck off.

I just want the list. Once I... Oh, fuck!

I'll be in touch.

Uh...

Ooh!

I'm so fucking late.

Miss Broughton, Mr. Percival was running late.

He sent me to pick you up.

Checked bags?

No, they've been sent.

Please, follow me.

Docking in front

of the terminal is not permitted.

Passengers loading and unloading only.

So...

Is this your first time in Berlin?

Yes.

Well, it's a remarkable time to be here.

Wonderful music, superb nightlife, marvelous restaurants.

You must try the Central Café for a drink.

You'll need it later.

You remember Mr. Bremovych, don't you?

Of course, you do.

Well, he's very curious what you're doing here in Berlin.

What the fuck are you doing?

What the fuck are you doing?

Welcome to Berlin.

I'm David...

Where the fuck were you?

Don't shoot. I've got your shoe.

Let me help you with your bags.

Come on.

For fuck's sake.

Russians are fucking heavy.

Five minutes on the ground and I'm already made.

You're not made. I hope.

They knew my name.

That's troubling. And yours.

That's hardly surprising.

Great fucking start, Percival.

So what was your first impression?

Of David?

Well...

He was handsome. Late 30s.

Disastrous Sinéad O'Connor hair.

Irish singer. Hmm.

I asked him what the deal was with that, and he said,

"It's to blend in."

You want to touch it?

It's to blend in in the East.

That was the Brandenburg Gate, by the way.

I mean, how the fuck do the suits think

that you're going to be able to help me find that list?

As soon as you pick up Gasciogne's body,

they'll null and void your visa

and you'll be on the first flight back home.

I'll figure it out.

That's Checkpoint Charlie.

My office is just back there.

I'm not here to collect postcards, Percival.

Just drop me at my hotel. It's around the corner.

I thought you said you'd never been to Berlin before.