The Old Guard 2

Wait, wait.

We've got at least 16 guards on site, four vehicles primed.

Konrad's moving guns.

Lots of them.

He's a real piece of work.

He's up to his ears in scanners and other jamming technology,

so we're gonna lose comms the moment we're inside.

Question. Do we ever get any days off?

- You're such a millennial, Nile. - Hey, it's a fair question.

Nile, we didn't have any days off

when we were the new ones.

All right, Joe, Nicky,

you guys take the hedge maze.

What?

Really?

Don't worry.

- It's not going to be like 1853. - What are you guys talking about?

There was a cannon.

We didn't see it.

It was Booker.

His head was blown clean off by a cannon. We couldn't find it in the maze.

And he couldn't help, for obvious reasons.

You think he's okay?

Let's do this, guys.

Let us know if you put eyes on Konrad.

Two guards have moved to the waterfront.

No sign of the big man yet.

Hey.

- He's only got one weapon. - You sure?

Do I need to remind you you're not immortal?

Fair enough.

All right, guys. You know what to do.

Get as many guards to chase you as you can.

I make it look good

I make it look easy...

- This one is mine! - No, no, no!

I make it look good

Last name, Danger

Got a dead man on my back...

It worked. They're heading your way.

They're supposed to follow us, not to catch us.

I make it look easy...

All right. We're heading in.

Easy

I make it look good

I make it look good

What? No sex swing?

You must have seen some bad art in your time, haven't you?

This bad? Not in at least a century.

Weapons being loaded.

They're on the move. Commotion must've spooked 'em.

I need to remind you, you're not immortal either.

- Shall I? - Nope. I always go first.

Nicky.

Slow down, Joe! Slow down!

Let's give these guys a run.

Ah shit!

Fuck!

Konrad's upstairs.

Get in! Get in! Get in!

Nicolò.

- You okay? - Yeah.

- Move. - Stay on my six.

Sixteen guards, huh?

Go easy. CIA never taught him how to count.

Can we just, you know, do this?

Looks good on you.

We're all set.

My CIA contact will be here in seven minutes.

He'll make sure the weapons are collected.

Okay, let's start walking.

Whoa! I'm a big bag hunter With the bow

She got a big bad dumper, drop it low

Mama called me And she happy with the grow

Never ever fold for a thottie That's an oath

Shh!

You gonna call it?

- I'm thinking. - She has tells.

Took me centuries to learn them. She has tells.

- No one can read Andy. - No, I think I can.

Yeah.

- Yeah? - Oh yeah.

She's telling the truth.

- Last two rounds. - Her left eye twitched last two rounds.

The left eye.

What?

- Bullshit. - You sure?

Bullshit.

Thank you.

You know the worst part about being mortal?

Just the fucking hangovers.

Too brutal, man. I don't know.

- What the... - I don't know how you do it.

Be right back.

Whoo! The drinking is fun.

- Who you texting? - It's my new boyfriend.

Come on. Let's go to bed.

Sure, have another glass.

You'll snore all night like a boar.

Wow.

You sleep talk all night.

- Ciao. - Good night.

You did real good today.

Even though I drove a boat halfway into the villa?

Hey, listen, sometimes quick is better than subtle.

Oh! Today's lesson?

Yes, it is.

You know, you joke a lot, but...

how are you doing?

Me?

I'm really happy.

I'm at peace.

Didn't look peaceful when you were throwing that guy out the window.

It wasn't supposed to be.

Send it now.

I mean, I'm mortal. I'm not retired.

My contact confirmed that Konrad wasn't the buyer.

Just a conduit, like the others last month.

So who is? And what are they doing with all that artillery?

The real buyer is elusive. Leaves almost no trace.

This CCTV photo is all they're able to get me.

Hey.

What?

- You know this woman? - Yeah.

I mean no. No, I...

I think I recognize her.

I've dreamt about her.

I didn't think it meant anything. It wasn't clear.

Okay, just... tell me exactly what you saw.

This woman.

She's, um...

She's in a room,

an ancient room, surrounded by books.

She's here, isn't she?

And there's someone else there. A...

A man, but...

...I can't see his face.

But the books, I think they're his.

None of you had a choice.

She's hurting him.

And then...

And then what?

And then I wake up.

Think it means something?

I don't know.

There's not enough data yet to get facial recognition,

but the moment they do, I'll let you know.

Great. Thanks, Copley.

Hey. Don't worry about this, okay?

We'll figure it out.

Booker.

It's nice to finally meet you.

I've been waiting for a very long time.

Quynh?

So...

how do I find Andromache?

So, do you have any idea where we can go?

I was thinking of having some time alone.

Huh.

Just a little time for myself.

Okay.

Thanks.

You're coming with me.

I am?

I need your help.

Try and have some fun without me.

Bye, boss.

Nile.

Don't worry, okay?

Enjoy yourself.

What's up with Joe? Did something happen after the wreck?

He said he wanted some time alone.

You're not okay with that?

I know this man a thousand years.

I know when he's lying.

- Thank you. - We're following him.

What?

Come on.

Again, do you know where Andromache is?

It doesn't matter if I do.

I'm in exile.

- But you can find her. - Are you listening to what I say?

I'm exiled.

How'd you find me?

You made it easy.

Staggering around Paris drunk for months.

It's a miracle you weren't discovered.

So you bringing me here is...

is you doing me a favor, right?

Yeah.

I'm sorry. I'm telling you the truth.

I'm out of it.

You wanna know where Andy is? This is not the way to do it.

He will need clean clothes.

Has she spoken of me?

She never stopped.

All that time,

with every last breath I took,

I imagined she was trapped somewhere

in the same hell as me.