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I trust the pickup ran smoothly.
Head up was clean.
Those dots are the exit points.
Clear roads all the way, Chief.
Just as you predicted.
Thank you for agreeing to an earlier departure time, Mr. Kurosawa. I'm
that you and your wives have entrusted a triple -A protection service today.
If the engine started, I want an immediate takeoff.
Airspace has already been cleared.
Roger that.
All channels moving to restricted airspace.
Shall we?
Mr. Kurosawa.
Another AAA delivery, sir. Stay with him till he's airborne.
Yes, sir.
Candice is clear?
Nothing for Mars, Chief.
Almost boring.
And what's our motto?
Boring is always best.
Seaford.
Are we ready to go?
Are we ready? I've been waiting.
What the hell took you so long? It's half past nine.
Apologies. I had to make some preparations.
Mr. Seaford. Mr. Seaford.
Best if I go two doors first.
I don't think you know what I'm dealing with here. Come on. Let's go. Let's go.
Let's go. Double time. These people are animals.
They're probably here already. Just...
Just wait for me. I can appreciate your concern, but I assure you, you are
perfectly safe.
All you need to do is exactly what I tell you.
Mr. Seifert, Mr. Seifert, this way, please.
All right. Is it not enough cocaine or too much?
Mr. Seifert, you're triple A rated.
Is that a real thing?
Let's just focus on you dying in natural causes, shall we?
That's my call.
Take a mental picture of it.
I found it safer if we're using a car that blends in with the surrounding
traffic.
Well, that was easy. In fact, practically nothing at all.
Boring is always best.
I trust he will juice you.
What? This is Michael Bryce. I'm an executive protection agent fully
and bonded within the EU.
Fucking hell, I know it's you. I got caller ID.
Such a fucking dick.
You got a pickup for me in Husey or what? Yes, I've extracted my client from
St. George Street. Cleanup is required.
The seventh floor north stairwell I left French National employed by the Ture
Crime Syndicate.
You'll find two more in the south stairwell. On the roof, you're going to
another who's going to need some dental work.
In the alley, there's two gentlemen who may require some counseling.
One more in the east office on the sixth floor under construction.
And one on the number three elevator.
Oh, oh.
Oh, parking garage. Under the Rolls -Royce in Phase 5, there's a pound of
plastic explosives, so you might want to call the bomb squad.
Check that.
Make it to the fire department.
Is that my car?
I'm afraid so. Have a seat. It's been a long day.
That's a custom Rolls -Royce. One of a kind.
I thought that was an unusual color.
Is that periwinkle?
I did find that in the back seat.
Fresh,
isn't it, Jay?
Not like Austin here.
Buckle up.
Good car certainly isn't triple A rated.
It's not even for animals.
I'm sorry for the late visit, Professor.
I'm glad to see you, sir.
How's your English?
I don't know much English, Mr. President.
The only way for the country to progress is by...
eradicating the scourge of genocide, blackening our country and our
I appreciate your modesty.
I hope not to deter your family.
They are on holiday.
Good for them.
Family makes a man whole.
I could have you executed for treason, but another would simply stand a little
bit higher on your corpse.
There must be some other lesson I could teach you.
As I said.
There is nothing more important than a good education.
Professor Asimov, can you please tell the court what happened next?
I was taken to one of the government camps.
I was there for three years until he was finally
overthrown.
Arrested like the monster he is.
Thank you, Professor Asimov.
Your Honor, I request that this entire testimony be disregarded. Without any
evidence, this is merely hearsay.
Abstained. The trial of former Belarusian President Vladislav Dukovic
today with emotional testimony from many of his country's victims.
But while powerful to hear, Dukovic's attorney states they are nothing more
the lies of his enemies.
Along one of the world's most brutal dictates, who stands accused of ethnic
cleansing on a massive scale. An unprecedented level of security is in
around the courthouse. Even the airspace above this city is closed. So far, the
prosecution has been crippled by the lack of any hard evidence against
himself. Numerous witnesses... were expected to testify have disappeared. Is
there anyone brave enough to come forward with evidence and finally put an
to this brutal raid?
Mr. Kincaid.
Assuming we accept this arrangement for Sonia Kincaid, there's still the matter
of an agreement regarding my clients.
He will receive this letter recommending leniency.
Mr. Kincaid is a contract killer facing two dozen counts of murder in ten
countries. Absent a legitimate deal, he will never breathe free air again. Under
no...
Sonia
goes free.
We're all set, Director Cazorio.
Let's get this gentleman to the egg.
Kincaid, this is Agent Roussel.
She'll be leaving a security detail which will escort you to the
Criminal Court.
You know, Dukovich's men have killed every single witness brought against
My security detail is a dozen off -duty cops.
These are the most highly trained officers in Europe, Mr. Kincaid.
We have taken every precaution to make sure that your involvement is completely
classified.
It's a secret.
That makes me feel so much better.
Well, I can assure you, even if that was an attempt, we're more than prepared
for any assault.
You prepared for that assault, motherfucker?
Uncuff me, give me some car keys, a couple of guns.
I'll meet you guys there. The court's deadline is at 5 p .m. tomorrow, Mr.
Kincaid. That gives us 27 hours to transport you from Manchester to the
Netherlands.
If you want to help your wife, you should get moving.
Okay, Inspector Clouseau, let's see what these elite troops of yours can do.
Come on, guys, let's go.
Agent Husserl, I don't have to remind you the importance of this.
No, ma 'am. And don't doubt what he's capable of.
I won't.
Pretty little town.
Old, narrow streets.
Building nice and close.
Lots of great views from all the windows.
This roof's been wiped clean for us. Nothing to worry about.
Is that right?
I didn't know it was yours, Tom.
You
got
a boyfriend, Ruthie?
Significant other?
I need you to be quiet, Mr. Kincaid. I'm just saying, now might be the perfect
time to write one of those I'll always love you texts.
Relax, motherfucker. If you hit the shot, it wasn't meant for you.
Protect the witness!
They have to cover me.
Put these on. Fuck that.
Interpol's compromised. You know that.
Either you shoot me or watch me bleed out.
We got to get off the street.
There's a safe house. Don't talk to me.
Even think about answering that fucking phone.
The only way Dukovic could have known our route was if you had somebody on the
inside.
Now I need medical supplies, and you need help. So if you're going to call
somebody, they have to be totally out of the loop.
I've had the Black Diamond service four times now. You understand?
Four times. The car still smells like a cemetery.
Are you washing the car with old assholes?
Just help me to understand.
Just a second here.
Hello, Amelia.
I'm texting you an address in Coventry.
You need to get there immediately.
Bring three units of O -negative blood.
I'm doing very well, thank you.
How are you?
I don't have the time for this, Michael.
I have a job I needed to do.
Uh, pass.
I wasn't offering. I'm telling you. I have a job you're going to do.
I'm not going to let you...
I'm not any happier about this than you are, but I don't have a choice.
Well, thank God I do.
No, Michael, you don't.
Because if you're not where I need you to be, I'm going to expose you and your
work to Interpol.
There's a lead to triple -A status you want back so badly.
I'll make sure you never get near it. Oh, you're threatening me now.
Not you, her. Are you threatening? You can't just threaten me into taking
from you. Well, I guess we'll find out. You're three hours away. I'll see you in
two and a half. Three hours? Okay, okay. I guess we will. Jesus Christ.
Here, we're going to load all these into the car, okay?
We're going to take the car out in the front, and then we're just going to burn
it.
This place is like a war zone.
We've got bodies everywhere.
Our unit's compromised.
Everyone's down.
Get those guys ID'd. And I've got no sign of Agent Roussel.
Maybe 15 to 20 dead mercenaries, heavily armed.
Media circuses in town.
That's not the worst of it.
Kincaid is gone.
Coventry. Every available agent.
Report back to me with any update.
Yes, ma 'am.
There must have been a leak.
I told you.
There are too many agencies involved.
Get to the egg.
See what you can get out of Dukovic.
I'll try.
And alert the penitentiary in Amsterdam.
Have them triple the guard around Kincaid's wife.
Got it.
Mrs. Kincaid, your attorney.
Did I tell you you could turn around?
What do you want to use this piece of shit?
Oh, baby, baby.
It's me.
Oh, my bad.
What do you want, you fucking hijo de puta motherfucker?
I just want to hear you, boy.
Fuck you.
There. You heard my voice.
The only reason I'm in this shithole is so that they can't get to your area!
How you doing?
Made a shank yet? What for? It's prison, baby. You gotta protect yourself.
It's a Dutch prison, Darius.
What are they gonna do, beat me with a clog?
You got a view at least?
Just a whole lot of horny Dutch buildings.
There's one with a huge fucking clock on it.
Like that's what I need right now.
Do they have the flowers you love? Um, irises?
Uh, they come from there, right?
Fucking tulip barriers.
What kind of a piece of shit husband doesn't remember his wife's favorite
flowers? You never remember anything.
What's her anniversary?
I'm gonna make this up to you.
Darius, is something wrong?
Not a thing, baby.
Not a fucking thing.
Then I want to hear it.
Because you know just what to say.
And you know just what to do.
Let me start by saying, I love you.
Hello? Son? Darius!
Go ahead. You might as well finish the job.
Why am I here, Amelia?
A high -value transport.
Oh, high value.
Oh, I don't... I don't really do high value anymore. I mean, these days I'm
in the, uh, mid -level coked -out attorney market.
Why do you think that is?
Because of you. You used me to climb the Interpol ladder and here we are again.
You up for a promotion?
You have to blame me for every little bump in your road, don't you? These
bumps. No, no, no bumps. Just one dead Japanese arms dealer.
Which I had nothing to do with. Do you know what happens when a triple -A rated
executive protection agent loses a client?
Triple -A.
I was up here.
Yeah? Then I opened up to you. Why wouldn't I? I was in love with you.
And I fucking told you his name.
It was the first time in my entire career I revealed a client's name. I
you.
Now I'm down here. The dead guy's up here.
I'm sorry, Michael. You hit a rough spot. A rough spot.
A 300 -pound investment banker's ass exploded four bags of heroin in the
backseat of my car last week. Those aren't leather seats.
Those are cloths. I want you to take a minute to grab a mental image of what
that clean -up might be like. At a certain point, you just sell the car.
I never used you.
I just left you.
Because you couldn't forgive me for something I didn't even do.
Transport is in there.
That blood do... What the fuck?
You
know
how long I've been waiting for this?
Oh, no, no, no. I'm not gonna look.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Let's talk about this,
okay? Even a dumbass like you is smart enough to keep one in the body.
Oh, shit.
And 99.
Darius Kincaid.
Jesus Christ.
This is who you want me to protect? Look at my shirt.
Fine, fine.
If you get the feet, I'll get the nostrils.
The trial of former Belarusian president Vladislav Dukovic took an uncertain
turn this week, having recently survived a dioxin poisoning attempt that left
his face disfigured.
Interpol wishes to have a word.
By the desktop in Coventry this morning.
But you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?
You've come here to lodge a complaint?
I've come for my money.
I deliver this promised.
I give you Kincaid as exposed as you'll ever get him.
Small security detail.
Practically a rookie leading them. I can do more than that.
Let's be fair here.
You would think it's fair. This one's something for nothing.
In my country, we would...
Skin you like a cat.
Would that be fair?
I come from nothing. I work all my life serving
the people.
And then they come into my country and they took it all away!
And now they lock me up like a rat.
Feed me poison.
Is this here?
When? Kincaid is dead.
He'll be paid in full.
You're a murderer, right? You're playing nurse to a murderer.
I wouldn't.
Really? Mm -hmm.
27 times.
That's how many times this asshole's tried to kill me. 27, 28!
Fucking prog.
If Djokovic is acquitted, he'll be back in power next week. I won't let that
happen. Good.
You should take him to the Hague.
I... I can't. There's a mall inside Interpol. It's already cost me 12 good
offices. Good?
I mean, that's subjective.
Nice. Maybe they were nice?
I'll make it simple for you. If I stay near him, they'll find him. No, I gotta
risk my life protecting this coffin magnet over here. No, no, no, no. You
put something in the pocket. How about your career?
How about it? Your precious career. You do this job for me, and I'll get you
back to elite status.
Yeah, you don't have that power.
I've got connections.
You want back in a big game? I can put you there. Why would I trust you?
Why?
Because I've never lied to you, Michael.
You're terrible at almost everything.
But you're good at keeping people alive.
Keep him alive.
And you get your dream life back.
And as a bonus, you're never here for me again.
Good.
Where
are
you? Setting up operation at Coventry police headquarters.
You get nothing from Dukovic? Are you surprised?
Ma 'am? Yes, ma 'am. There's something I need to know right now. No, not
normally, but yes, it should be vacant.
And you believe it's not?
Well, the access code was activated without identity authorization.
Could Kincaid have gotten inside?
But it's on a revolving encryption.
Get a team over there, now!
And where is Agent Roussel?
Sorry, gotta go. Good luck.
I believe I know where Kincaid is.
Fuck is all this? You're a fugitive.
Fugitives wear restraints. No, no, no, not the cuffs. I'm talking about these
whack -ass hipster clothes I'm wearing. Yeah, luckily I brought extra.
Lucky for who?
Oh, shit.
Am I wearing underwear?
Those are for me, too, in case I have to change your pants again.
Not a fan.
You know, they call them swinging dicks for a reason.
How about we never speak of this again?
Interpol protocol.
When that phone rings and nobody answers, they're going to send officers
door.
And there they are.
Yes, we're setting all the furnace up.
Comfy? So what happened to little Miss Interpol?
Asian Roussel's gone.
Oh, damn.
I liked her.
She's funky.
Building had two stairwells, no fire escapes, and no adjacent rooftops.
You know you're not the only observant motherfucker on the planet. I go through
doors first. I check if it's clear, then you follow.
Really? You think that's necessary?
My job is to keep you out of harm's way.
Shit, motherfucker.
I am harm's way.
Don't suppose I could have a gun Oh
Thank
God
you're here don't know what I would have done without well done guess what
happens now
We have a new problem.
I'd like to keep things a little more subtle.
See?
Boring is better.
Okay.
That's very loud.
We've been being anyway.
on the rooftop, moving in a northbound direction.
Copy that! Go, go, go! We're on the roof!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no odds in that, Joe. A beast of hell out of whatever's
gonna come through that door.
Yeah.
Just gotta... Just gotta find a more intelligent way.
I made that jump without jumping.
Let's go.
So what's your next trick?
Show me how we escape without escaping?
Let's just try to get to the car without killing anyone, all right?
Is this your car?
One of them. I remember shooting at you on a Jaguar. Buckle up. I'm getting a
high -speed chase on what he's trapped in. I'm more worried about the wheels
coming off this bitch when you reach the speed limit.
You know, back in the day, we wouldn't even have stolen this piece of shit. We
stole everything.
I know all I need to know about it. Got you all your early arrests, your father
in and out of prison, you following the same footsteps.
Did your little research, did you? Well, prepared for a test. There are no
surprises. And you grew up wanting to be a cop until you found out there wasn't
no money in that shit.
So you joined the CIA, sharpened your skills, then decided to open your own
shop, pimp yourself out to the fat cats.
I didn't even have to do no research to know that shit.
It's written all over your pocket ass.
Can't wait to hear what I'll do next.
That's great.
You know, why don't, uh, why don't you, why don't you lay back and keep from
getting spotted, huh? Get comfortable.
Good idea.
Smells like ass back here.
But that Jag never smelled like ass.
Oh, these your electrolytes?
Facial recognition identifies this man as Michael Bryce.
But you already know that, don't you, Agent Husserl?
You two have a history.
Long time ago, you slipped Kincaid into our own safe house and brought in this
executive protection agent.
Official channels had been compromised. What did you expect me to do?
Clearly, our security's been breached.
There are no distates.
You, however, can go.
I'm placing you on leave. You will surrender your weapon and credentials.
You are going to be telling this story for years, Amelia.
From inside a very large office.
Or a very small cell.
Ow!
I like my outfit.
The only way Bright and Kincaid don't make it to the Hague.
He said they kill each other first.
Amelia.
She's making a mistake.
We need to plug our leak.
Now this bright.
Do you trust him?
Something like this, yes.
I'll speak to Kizaria.
Get her to allow you to come to the Hague with us.
But no more secrets.
Thank you, sir.
Subcar plate FJ56MHV. I've identified the car with the traffic
cam. And you.
Welcome to fugitive life.
Until I turn you in.
Just need to find a different vehicle.
Older model.
No alarm right here.
Luckily, I came prepared.
You know, if you're going to be a while, I can just go in there and get a room.
There's an art to low impact, high efficiency breaking and entering.
But... Art subjective.
And you're bleeding again.
You know, for a dude that runs around killing people, you've got this really
strange thing about bleeding.
I'm inefficient.
I don't kill people. Oh? I protect them.
Hector Ramirez?
Hector Ramirez was an assassin.
Yeah, I know. I trained him. Who was holding a knife to my client's throat.
you killed him.
No. I saved my client.
I think Hector might have a different perspective on that. Oh, is that so?
Well, here's the thing. I was a AAA -rated executive protection agent. You
made up that AAA shit. No, I did not. And if guys like you, sociopaths like
weren't running around trying to kill my clients, then no one would get hurt.
AAA, yeah. It sounds like you ought to be selling life insurance and fixing my
fucking transmission.
Well, you're uninsurable, trust me. And you said what?
I was a AAA, X -rated dickhead or what the fuck. Get in the fucking car!
Fuck it twice.
You definitely said what.
What? As in, I used to be a triple -X dickhead driving a Jag, but now I'm
rolling around in this shit wagon. Put your seatbelt on.
What happened?
Lose your edge?
Drop focus?
You, uh, slip up? Let a client get by? I never slipped up.
Well, how did am become what?
I don't actually know. I mean, how does the so -called expert assassin get
busted by Interpol?
Love, baby.
Straight up love.
See,
I'm doing this job in Geneva, right?
Some dude watches the wrong dude's money. I get a call.
What? Wife's been in a car accident. Bad one. What?
So, Geneva dude gets a pass. I get back to Mexico City, go straight to the
hospital. Bopped up in Sonia's room.
Two dozen agents waiting for me.
Played by the heart.
That was to the best of us, man.
It sounded like how Agent Roussel took you from here to here to here. Oh,
assassin and eavesdropper. You're a real double threat.
You were whining like a bitch so loud I heard you through the wall. Agent
Roussel and I aren't in here concerned.
So, she dumped you because all your tight ass, boring is good, look before
leap, put your seatbelt on shit? She didn't dump me.
Oh, motherfucker, I know she dumped you. I'm just perusing all the reasons why.
And there's a plethora of those motherfuckers.
Plethora? Yeah, it means a lot. I know what plethora means. It just doesn't
apply here.
And not jumping off the top of a roof, that's logical.
That's safe. You know, wearing a seatbelt, logical.
Safe. Let me ask you something. How many times have you been shot?
Counting today?
Yeah.
Two -minute count.
You? Zero.
Now, we both know that's bullshit. That's not bullshit, okay? This was a
flesh wound. You just kind of thinged it right there. It didn't require a band
-aid. You got lucky.
Yeah, it rock shifted just as I took the shot.
You're lucky, motherfucker.
Fuck! Fuck!
Fucking prog.
Yeah, prog. You never even took one for a client?
Nope. Never had to. Yeah, but the question is, would you? See, if I'm
triple -A rates, then I'm looking for that full -service shit. You know what
saying? That extra A stands for ass.
Yours. Between mine and a bullet.
Being prepared for everything means that that situation statistically just won't
occur. Life is going to bloody us up, okay?
You just got to put a band -aid on that shit. Keep rolling.
That's really beautiful, man.
You ever just write stuff down, you know? Maybe, I don't know, throw down a
haiku or two.
Life is a highway and it's mighty fucking long.
It's full of twists and turns, so you know some shit's gonna go wrong.
You can slip, you can slide, you can run, but you can't hide.
Nobody gets out alive.
Nobody gets out alive.
Nobody gets out alive.
Nobody.
Do you have any idea how stupid you sound? I mean, what a fuck -up. You lost
husband and you're like, can you please help us find him?
Why the fuck should I? That is your fucking job, motherfucker.
But obviously, you suck at it.
You received a phone call today from your attorney.
So?
Well, we asked your attorney, but he said he didn't have any contact with
Are you fucking kidding me? Okay, that's it. I've had it with this lawyer. He's
an alcoholic.
He calls me completely drunk.
And he starts saying the most inappropriate things.
Like, for example, what he likes to do to his wife's ass.
That is a disgusting place to hide a child's toy.
And you know what? I don't need to listen to this shit.
Then he forgets about it. But I'm stuck with the images in my head.
Mrs. Kincaid.
If you know where your husband is, you need to tell us.
It's for his own safety.
I'm sorry.
You're worried about my husband's safety?
No one in this world can kill Darius Kincaid.
The man is a cucaracha.
And I mean that in every sense of the word.
Sometimes you just want to crush his little filthy head with your shoe, but
won't die.
That motherfucker is unkillable, so you can relax.
But wait, no.
There is one important thing that you should know.
Me cago en tu puta madre. Me cago en tu puta madre.
Motherfuckers, get out of my fucking cell.
Great. Now.
And I want that lawyer fired.
I want that lawyer fired. I want a good one, professional lawyer. I have rights,
human rights.
Okay, you can take a five -minute break.
Good evening.
Can I help you?
We need to see your cameras.
Sorry, sir, that's for management only.
We backtrack west.
West is the wrong direction.
Thank you.
Thank you.
They'd be expecting us to take a direct route.
What the fuck is that you eat?
Postpones fatigue.
We could look like a general actor like the guy you went to while you were
taking one of your world -class naps. I'd stay awake if you'd let me drive.
Thank you. That's very generous of you. No.
I got a bit.
Use that.
Timeline's not built for another break.
Uh, your dick might fit in here, but mine's... Plus, I need every drop of
shit to tolerate this ride with you.
Let's pull the fucking car over.
Jesus Christ.
Ugh, it'd be a lot easier without these cuffs. Or this fucking underwear.
Okay. Hey, asshole.
You
think
I'm a fucking idiot?
Well, you did think that cheap whiskey was pissed.
Oh, fuck!
Where the hell did that come from?
This is what happens when you mess with a perfectly laid plan.
Give me a gun. I got this. I got this.
There's more than one.
Perfect production, Sherlock.
Draw the fire so I can take a look.
All right. Go.
Okay.
Three shooters in a row all lit up.
So what do you want to do?
Well, you can't come up with a plan. They're going to come down here and kill
us. So here's the plan.
What the fuck? You take 11 o 'clock. I'll take one. If you get to 12 first.
Okay, on three.
Ready?
One.
I said on three. You shot early. Yeah, that's what they did.
Let me break it down.
So much for your intricately calculated travel plans.
That's why I was trying to bounce on your ass. See, I'm safe on my own.
There's no way that they could have known where we were. Oh, they did.
And now they're dead.
Is this yours? Is this your cell phone?
Might have taken that off some dead merc.
He might have.
You know, they can track a cell phone.
That's why I use a ghost ship in mine so they can't track the foes. I mean,
that's how they know where we were.
Here I am, I'm plotting courses all over the country, and you're carrying a
location beacon in your pocket.
My bad.
Your bad?
You don't even understand how 21st century technology works. I mean, how
you stayed alive this long? Well, all you guys are wasting your time planning
and aiming and deducing. I just do my thing.
And my thing has always been better than your fucking thing.
Great. There you go.
That's just great. I'm glad that your thing has always been better than my...
You're not going to take this gun?
No, you keep that gun. Use it to shoot me. No, no, no. I'm going to shoot you
with this.
There goes the guns.
Oh, look on the bright side.
It's a bad guy's van.
This field smells like your car.
I was sorry about the phone.
Who knows? Maybe your plan would have worked.
So what about your other plan? There's no plan. The plan is we're in a cow
pasture. That's the plan. I'm talking about your Agent Roussel plan.
That's why you're doing this, right? Get her back?
You think becoming a AAA card -carrying dickhead is going to give you an all
-access backstage pass to Agent Roussel's ass?
I get it. I got it. You're going to be the guy that the other inmates come to
for advice. Well, they're very lucky.
Motherfucker, please.
I've eaten hamburgers that know more about women than you.
You, my friend, are a romantic retard. Hey!
Just because I want to get my business back in order, that doesn't make me a
shitty person.
And Amelia has nothing, absolutely nothing to do with this.
Oh, man, you are so in love, it is crazy.
Christ, do you ever shut up?
Huh? Why is everything always about love with you?
Well, what else is there?
I mean, take away the guns, the money, the travel, the perfect shot through a
motherfucker's ear hole for 300 meters.
I mean, none of that shit means dick if I can't tell Sonia about it.
Well, I guess Amelia's just not as special as Sonia. She sounds great.
What? She cheat on you? No. Try to kill you?
No. Sonia chopped off part of my ear with a machete one time. She sewed it
on.
It was two, three days before that shit got real again.
Where'd you guys meet? Christian Mingle? No. Bar in Honduras.
One of those places where nobody knows your face and that.
I'd just come off a job.
Some dude kidnapped the wrong dude's daughter.
I was sitting there chilling when I noticed this waitress getting hassled by
these guys.
I got up to help her when she unleashed the most
amazing display of violence and beauty I had ever seen.
When she severed that dude's carotid artery with a beer bottle, I knew.
I knew.
Right then.
She sounds like she's going to make a good mother someday.
Light.
Hey, DeRoy.
Yeah, we're trying to catch a ferry to Amsterdam.
Yeah, I can get you there. Yeah? Jump in.
Oh, hey, hey, hey. There's eyes all over Amsterdam for me. That's where Sonia's
locked up. It's quick in and out. I got a place there, right? You got a place in
Amsterdam? Yeah.
Is that where you keep the jack?
You know what? Why don't you go fuck yourself in a horse you were hollowing?
Ciao. C 'est la belle.
Whose lap will I sit on?
If God wills, I'll do whatever I can.
That's the only thing I can do.
And if God wills, I'll kill him.
Get to work.
Plan B.
One more!
You
stop, all right?
Go with God.
This man's killed over 150 people.
250. Easy.
Yeah, but they love you.
To me, they want to perform an exorcism on you.
Question for a higher power.
Who is more wicked?
He who kills evil motherfuckers or he who protects them?
You really believe you're the good guy?
My first contract, I was 16, 17.
There was a guy broken to a church.
And the preacher was still there. So he told the guy, look, you don't have to
steal anything. You can take whatever you want.
The dude wasn't there for the loot.
Wanted to hurt somebody.
Slaughtered the preacher, displayed his body on the altar before his
congregation to see.
The Bible
says
never to take revenge.
To leave it to the Lord.
But I wasn't prepared to wait that long.
So, when your moral compass gets around the point of me?
Yeah.
you'll be pointing to one of the good guys.
And how does one of the good guys get connected with a piece of shit like
Dukovich?
I ain't know everything the dude was into.
That's an easy excuse.
Look, you know everything about every client you ever had? Nope. I don't
whether my clients live or die.
What was the last time you paid rent on this safe house? We haven't done a lot
of Amsterdam jobs lately.
I seem to get my gear.
The problem is that all the windows are polycarved. They have extra layers of
laminate. And obviously there's a Hetzker alarm system, which is the
unit on the market.
That's a great fail thing.
But if I can just...
Jesus Christ.
Nope, there's Kincaid.
But there are no words. I am amazing.
Whoa, that's so cute.
You look so happy here.
So, is Agent Roussel the only photograph -worthy girl in your life?
She's been busy working.
Huh.
Whoa, you must give me your designer's number.
I've got four hours to court. Let's get cleaned up. I need to change my badges
to take a shower. Is the hot water still working this bit?
Upstairs.
Elevator? No!
Fuck!
Counsel, approach the bench.
How can you allow Kincaid's testimony?
A hired killer giving a sweetheart deal.
A man like that will say anything to save himself.
Kincaid has no sweetheart deal.
His wife will go free. Not him.
The testimony will be allowed, assuming you produce your witness by 5 p .m.
Michael,
you should have been here by now.
Yeah, yeah, just a couple bumps, we're on our way. The church isn't giving us
any wiggle room. You have less than four hours now.
Well, we're going to be there in half that.
Then why are you calling me?
Right, well...
calling you because i've been thinking and um i forgive
you yeah feels good
to say that i forgive you amelia
are you fucking kidding me what you're seriously doing this now
no and forgive me for what what There's nothing to fear. No, no, no, no. Look, I
thought that you... Here, put on the coat.
Dumb.
Darius?
We've got the whole area covered.
Kincaid shows up, he's ours.
Copy that.
Oh, no.
Want to go to May Alpha?
Yeah, Tula.
That would be 25.
Oh, my mother -in -law, honey.
Oh,
no, oh, no, there's nothing I wouldn't do.
Couldn't have just had the flowers delivered, huh?
Needed a personal touch.
Well, you're about to get his personal touch if I hadn't followed you.
All right, I appreciate you. And the guys who started tracking you a few
ago. Oh, you mean the guy you snatched in the bush and the two you left knocked
out in the park?
Like I said, I appreciate you.
Okay, so you knew that they were out there.
but you still felt it was important to deliver these flowers.
Sonia's gonna really love those flowers. I sure fucking hope so.
Now, this is as close as I'm gonna be to her for a very long time.
Had to be special.
First.
Not first.
Look, you were saying?
Tell me something.
The day you and Agent Roussel took that picture I saw in your place, what kind
of things would you have done for her to make her happy?
Anything. I loved her.
Trusted her.
She sold me out.
Case closed.
Well, that's cold.
Maybe, just maybe, you ought to give her a pass on this.
I mean, I got to tell you, honestly, there's not a lot of women in this world
who put up with your shit.
It's inspirational. Thank you.
Oh, what I meant to say, well, there's no women who would put up with it.
You're an annoying motherfucker with all your rules and shit. I mean, if she can
put up with that, she must be a pretty special girl.
She is.
You know, I told her today that I forgave her.
Really? And how'd that go?
Hard to tell. You know, women don't like to be forgiven for shit. Because that
implies they did some shit to begin with.
I should just forget about Kurosawa.
What? Takashi Kurosawa.
He's my client. She exposed him and he got killed.
Something funny?
She didn't expose your client.
I popped Kurosawa.
I was at the airport for another target. I spotted him by accident.
Lucky for me, him, not so much.
Doubled my money on that corrupt Asian motherfucker.
The single most awesome shot I've made in my entire hitman career.
300 meters through a firm C -cup titty -sized window.
Pow!
Hey, I thought you knew I was the one who popped in.
Oh, shit. What the fuck, bro?
We're done.
Motherfucker. That shit was two years ago, man. You gonna be a little bitch
about it? You're on your own. Well, good.
I'd be safer on my own. You will last one hour without me. You'll be dead in a
minute. Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're about as useful as a condom in a convent.
Eat my ass! That's what she said.
Suck it!
Fuck you!
Suck it!
Fucking pussy.
Just because you left and said goodbye.
Do you have any idea how prepared I was?
No. No, really?
No. Every possible scenario I had covered. Every kill shot.
Every... Every angle.
And he fucking ruins my life with one lucky shot through a window the size of
a... Just... Here's where
he was.
he goes again.
I hope they kill him. I really do.
Okay.
Even if I did save him again, you know what he'd say? He'd say that I had it
figured out before you got here.
This guy single -handedly ruined the word motherfucker.
You know how hard that is to do?
I was triple -A rated.
Executive protection control.
I was up here.
I was up here.
Get out of the way Interpol!
Come on, come on, shoot!
A loose helmet is like wearing no helmet at all.
It's not a button strap.
It's a D -ring.
Just unthread it for the thing. It's very simple. Oh, well.
Or there's that shortcut.
Bill?
I ask you one time, polite, where is Kincaid?
Honestly, I'd tell you if I knew.
You have my word.
Look at my right hand.
See that?
That the Boy Scouts dilute.
We're sworn to never lie. I've taken an oath that you can try.
Ah! Right in the fucking ear.
Really, waterboarding, really.
I was in the CIA.
Even we don't do that anymore.
Okay, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Hold up. Whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Here's what we learned. The key to interrogation is establishing a bond
the interrogator and the subject.
It's sort of like a rapport.
You need me to like you. You need me to like you.
You need me to like you.
I really don't like you.
Now what?
Okay, okay, okay.
Where is King King?
He's right behind you. Scout's daughter.
Oh, no!
Before you start talking, because I know you're going to start fucking talking,
I just want to apologize for laughing about popping Kurosawa.
I know that shit cost you your girl and that fake -ass, made -up, triple -A shit
you keep talking about. No, no, no, no, no. It was all my fault.
No, I did it all to myself.
Frank, please. Come on. You didn't do it to yourself.
It's life. Life happened.
Life without Amelia.
Still time to work that shit out.
How'd you and Agent Roussel meet?
On a job.
She was, uh... She was working an undercover op.
Very badly.
I was at a client's funeral.
Massive heart attack.
You protect someone from bullets and explosives, but there's nothing.
I can do against indiscriminate use of mayonnaise for 68 straight years.
Technically, I was still on the payroll, so I was in the building paying my
respects.
Amelia was there with some of her other Interpol agents.
They were hoping to bust my client's shady, mayonnaise -chugging brother.
Instead of doing things nice and quiet, they got marked, and their target runs.
Oh, yeah.
Leave it to Interpol to turn a really fun funeral with lots of delicious hors
'oeuvre into a depressing carnival show of total unprofessionalism.
Just kind of bumped into her.
See, that's what I'm talking about.
It just happened.
You didn't plan it, deduce it, or Google running into the girl of your dreams.
You just bumped into her. Same way I just bumped into Kurosawa.
You know, when life gives you shit, you make Kool -Aid.
That's not really how that expression works.
Yeah, and that's the beauty of that motherfucker.
Life. Yeah.
Well, life, I mean, life doesn't usually give you shit and then turn into a
beverage. Not, uh... At least where I'm from, that's not how it works. Look,
motherfucker, you don't have to explain every goddamn thing that goes on in your
fucking life, okay? You don't need a fucking reason for that shit to be...
the fuck up!
The former president of Belarus, Vladimir Djokovic, will walk free and
power.
This would be a spectacular embarrassment for the international
crushing blow for the many relatives who alleged that... Oh,
they're out there.
Waiting for us to make the first move.
Yeah, I know I would be.
I should have told Amelia.
Told her what?
That I'm a stupid man.
Hey, what if I told you I couldn't protect you?
I'd say you're right.
I'd just go to Amsterdam, help you get Sonia out, and you give her those
in person.
No fucking way.
I gotta help you get back that AAA shit I fucked up.
Guilt's killing me.
Dukovic, that motherfucker's got to go.
It's not going to happen once we get there.
Shit, I bet on them.
Normally I would, too. I got a hot tip. A couple of ringers in the gang.
We got our choice of wheels.
That's a good -looking Jag.
Yeah, I guarantee you if that smells like ass, it's supermodel ass.
Really?
Oh, yeah.
She blends right in.
Whoa!
That's responsive.
Jesus. You know, I have a penknife.
So the gear shift's on the right -hand side here, and I'm not using it.
Get out of the fucking car. A three -day adjustment period to figure this out.
Motherfucker, I will bust a cap in your ass if you don't give up that wheel.
Have you ever said please? Please, motherfucker!
Why are we always yelling?
Get out of the fucking car!
Time's just about up.
No sign.
They've vanished in Amsterdam.
You could be just free.
Michael would never let that happen. It appears you're wrong about your Michael
Price.
Hello.
Hey. Michael, where are you?
We're a couple minutes out.
Look, I want to tell you that I'm sorry.
I want to say I'm sorry for, um, for everything. For, uh, for Kurosawa.
It's all my fault. You know, I act like a... I act like a fucking child around
you. I can't admit that it's my fault, and I project that onto you, and, uh,
know, that's not fair. That's... Tears are better than that.
Why are you telling me this now?
Well, under the circumstances, it did seem like a good time. We got company.
Huh?
Amelia.
Amelia.
I just want to say that, um...
Let me put you on speaker.
We got them to Michael. He had to bounce.
No, he really cares about you.
He has a hard time processing emotions and shit.
brain is figured out. They really love you.
Are
you
in the middle of something? Well, actually, yeah, I am. Look, we'll call
back.
No need.
Unkillable.
With just five minutes remaining before the court's deadline, the case against
Vladislav Dukovic is almost certainly doomed.
There is Kincaid.
Follow me.
Obviously, Your Honor, this has devolved into a complete waste of my client's
time. The prosecution has no witness to present.
Can you empty your pockets, please, sir?
Are you kidding me? Come on!
As we seem to be reaching our deadline, I have no choice but to declare that
this trial has come to its natural conclusion.
Your Honor, I present Darius Kincaid. The deadline has passed.
I believe we still had a few seconds on the clock.
Now, look, you got a little speck of blood on your...
Everywhere. Will the prosecution please prepare their witness?
My God, you okay?
Yeah.
There's your guy.
Thank you.
Yeah.
By the way, bumping into you is the best thing that ever happened to me.
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?
Yeah.
Your name is Darius Kincaid?
No.
My real name is Darius Evans.
My parents separated when I was six. My mother remarried a real mean piece of
work, named Roger Kincaid.
She figured if I took his name, he'd keep his belt on more often.
The plan didn't work so well, but the name stuck.
My real father's name is Maurice Evans, preacher.
He was killed a few years later in his own church.
I'm sorry, I didn't... It's all right.
Can't research everything.
Mr. Kincaid, were you ever in the employ of Vladislav Tukovic?
No. Have you ever met Tukovic?
Yes. April 17, 2012, he invited me to his palace.
Prosecution exhibit 17D, palace security logs.
Did he offer you employment then?
Yes, he did.
He wanted me to take out a political rival exiled in the UK.
I refused.
Why? Because while I was there, he ordered his men to slaughter a village
outside Polack.
I'm not down with killing innocent people.
And do you have evidence to corroborate this?
Yeah.
Go to FTP site Raven 257.
Just load it up.
Exhibit 18D, we've confirmed the coordinates.
He's asking for a password.
Oh, sorry.
Password, Dukovich is a dick, all caps, except dick is lowercase.
Wasn't gonna trust Interpol with this shit.
Order!
in the court.
Your Honor, I could save us all some time.
May I address the court?
For months, I have been sitting in this chair, nodding along
to this ludicrous charade.
My excellent attorney was hoping for the legitimacy of a formal acquittal, but
that is no longer possible.
Thank you, Darius.
So, let us now end the charade.
The charges against me are entirely correct.
I am the rightful ruler of Belarus.
Sit down. As the ruler of my nation, I will do as I wish, without exception,
without apology.
Order! I recognize no authority that limits my power. I order you.
Assistant Director.
Go do your job, Amelia.
In this trial, the world community is attempting to make a statement. Well,
I would like to make a statement of my own.
Show me your phone.
I recognize no authority that believes in my power.
We're here live in front of the ICC in The Hague where a truck bomb has just
plowed into a crowd of protesters.
Rather not.
Stay with me, Brighton. Stay with me. I did
my job. You go do yours.
I can't go get that motherfucker.
Wait! Underneath!
The building is in lockdown.
The carriage does not leave its cell.
Roll it, roll it.
It's over, Assistant Director.
Give up.
want to do this, Emilia.
I swear to you.
You hear me? Yeah?
Yeah. Good, good, good.
Yeah? Yeah.
You're bleeding.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
I'll get some help.
Stay here.
Up on the ledge, dookie man.
You heard me, bitch. Up on the ledge.
There's a look on your face.
You're so... proud Darius Kincaid about to be a hero,
save the day.
None of that matters.
There is no redemption, no atonement for a man like you. Your whole life
has been but a trail of corpses.
And I will be just another dead body on the pile.
Go ahead.
Finish me.
But don't think for a moment it will change what you are.
How do I fuck about all of that?
You fucked up when you shot my bodyguard.
Who?
Okay,
here's what I'm thinking
Celebrity security.
Slow stress.
Boy bands and shit.
Right? One of those guys gets killed, I'm just gonna get all that mad at me.
Well, we'll figure it out.
We will.
Yo!
What a brother gotta do to get arrested up in this bitch?
Can't someone just taser him? I mean, like a non -lethal taser.
Director Kothoria.
Our deal still good?
You definitely held up your end, Mr. Kincaid.
Agent Roussel, why don't you go find Mr. Kincaid some handcuffs?
With pleasure.
You were right to trust your instincts.
Well done.
Thank you, ma 'am.
You're welcome. For what?
I got you front row seat to the Roselle show. And I got you that all -access
backstage pass to that ass you've been wanting so bad. You did what?
Well, you know, when you jumped out of the car, I gave her the 411 on you. I
didn't jump out of the... I went through the fucking windshield.
Oh, semantics.
Semantics. Semantics. Yeah, just another way of saying the same... I know what
semantics means. I also know that I don't need to take love advice from you.
really? So tell me how that love life shit was going before I showed up.
You know, she's going to be right back, and that's it.
Last chance to run.
I'm going along with the program till Sonia's free.
Then I do my thing.
You really think it's going to be that easy?
Oh, son of a fucking please. You know what? I want some shit to pop. It pops.
Like that shot through that shitty small window. Of course, I was playing.
Okay, that's enough.
Show me the face you made when that shit went down. I know you weren't expecting
that shit to happen. Yeah, I was expecting you to blow my client's head
You have that Home Alone face, then you're like... You guys have handcuffs?
You have any...
A
worldwide red notice was issued today for contract killer Daria Kincaid.
has escaped from Her Majesty's prison.
We get it almost
every night.
When that moon gets the big and brightest supernatural delight,
everybody was dancing in the moonlight.
Oh, baby.
It's so romantic that you broke out of prison for our anniversary.
No way was I going to miss it this year, corazรณn.
Ay, mi cucaracha.
Happy anniversary.
Happy anniversary, motherfucker.
Everybody here is out of sight.
They don't bark and they don't bite. They keep things loose. They keep things
alive.
the top.
Jesus, the director's cut?
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