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- It's been a long time
since we've seen each other.

Hasn't it, Richard?

You always were a romantic.

So after 20 years,

what do you think?

- In answer to your question...

I do.

- You do what?

- Think you're beautiful.

- Well, well, well.

I don't remember this being part
of the British secret service's

vigorous training course.

- Things have changed.
I've gone global.

Sort of mid-Atlantic.

You should know, Carla.

My abilities are god-given.

Smoke.

- Same old bad habits, Richard.

That poison'll kill you.

- I suppose that makes little
difference here and now, Carla.

- God, I thought you got rid
of her 20 years ago.

Give me the Ukrainian
launch codes,

and I'll see that your true love

dies a painless death.

- How generous of you.

- And you might just see
the light of another day.

- Wouldn't you rather
put that gun

where the sun doesn't shine?

- Get out of bed, Richard.

I hate spilling blood
on hermes sheets.

The launch codes.

- What launch codes?

- Drink, anyone?

- Are you prepared to meet
your god, Amanda?

- Time to die.
- Okay.

Bottoms up.

- Kill him!

- Go to Hong Kong.
Complete the mission.

Leave.

I meant what I said, darling.

- How many times have you saved
my life, Amanda?

And now you're shipping it out
on your last breath.

- I want you to know

my daughter is yours.

- What daughter?

- Charlie.

I named her after you.

- What--wait here, Amanda.

- Just take the launch
codes and go.

Find our daughter.

Tell her everything.

- I promise.

- Quick. This way.

- How noble, Amanda.

Faking your death
so Richard would leave.

That'll make us
another designer suit.

- I'd say you've taken

Richard's leaving you
quite hard.

- You have no idea.

- Carla, I was just kidding.

- I have the information
on Amanda's daughter.

Her name is Charlie case.

She has a black belt in karate,

and she's also
a world-class gymnast.

In fact, she's competing
in Rome today.

Why did you need
this information, Richard?

Richard?

- As the qualifying
for the world championships

enters its final rotations,

we find somanaya of Russia
needing a 9.5 here on the beam

to stay in the hunt for a medal.

Still to come in their final
rotation on the uneven bars,

leaders borokova of Romania
and Charlie case of the usa.

- Hey, guys. Make us proud.

- Hello, Doris.
- I'm sorry, ma'am.

They gave you
the wrong extension.

One moment,
and I'll connect you to Doris.

- American translators.
- Hey, Doris.

Do you know if my mom
is going to show up?

- No, Charlie. I haven't--

I haven't heard from her.

- You haven't heard
anything from her?

- I'm sure she'll be
checking in with you.

Good luck with your
meet in Rome.

Ciao.

I just had a call
from Amanda's kid.

- Has she been notified
of her mother's termination?

- No.

No one's told her about Amanda.

- Si, si, si.

It's very important
that I call the United States.

I need to get a long
distance call to America.

Si. Grazie.

- Here comes
somanaya's dismount.

Ugh. She's missed it.

This will put her out
of any medal contention.

However, she should
have enough points to qualify

for the world championships
in Athens in five days.

- Hey, listen. Jay.
Jay, listen.

You've got--you've got
to get me home.

I cannot do this.
It's too much bullshit.

Hang on a second.

No. Wait a minute. Whoa.
Hey, I'm on the phone here.

- Take a deep breath
and count to ten.

You'll feel
much better, asshole.

- Charlie, our rotation's up.

I'm not even going to ask.

Come on. Let's go.

- Jj, flag on the play.
I got a story.

Hey, man. Excuse me.

Who's the--who's that girl?

- Oh, troublemaker.

- Here we are
in the final rotation,

and the championship
has once again come down

to the world's two
greatest gymnasts,

Borokova of Romania

and Charlie case
of the United States.

They currently are tied.

However, each should qualify
for next week's

world championships
barring some disastrous

event on the apparatus.

- Charlie case.
- She's used the steroids.

- Come on, the association
tests these kids.

She can't be dirty.

- Oh, come on.
Whole team use steroids.

- You wouldn't have
a vested interest in me

writing that down,
would you, pal?

Friend of yours?

- Long-lost sister.

- Hey, I saw what you did
to that Russian guy.

- He had it coming to him.

If it wasn't me,
it'd be somebody else.

- He had a hell of a ride.

- And a perfect dismount.

Oh, my, that was
a fantastic routine.

Borokova's scores
will be high enough

to put the qualifying
meet out of case's range.

- Good luck.
- Don't need it.

- Well, this is unusual.

Borokova has returned
to the powder bin,

apparently to wish case luck.

Now, that is the measure
of these competitors

that they have
such sportsmanship.

Charlie case,
you will remember,

has had freak injuries
the last two years

which caused her to miss
the world championships.

This could be her last chance

to finally make it there.

Charlie case needs a perfect 10

to beat borokova to win
this qualifying meet.

Her strategy may be to simply

complete the apparatus
cleanly and not risk injury.

She will qualify for next week's
world championships

if she can complete her routine
without any major breaks.

Case needs only a 9.25
to qualify,

and only if she were
to slip off the bars

would she fail
to get that score.

Oh, my, Charlie case
of the United States

is most certainly
not playing it safe.

She's going for a win,
and so far she's been perfect.

And there's a real possibility
as case goes

into the most difficult
and dangerous part

of her routine.

Five giants into a Brandy,

then to her dismount
with three half-turns.

It is almost beyond belief

that case can hold on
to that bar

as she builds up
incredible momentum

in her giant.

Case has slipped off the bar.

Her chances for qualifying

for the world
championships are over.

Wait. Oh, my.

Case has adjusted.
She's trying to nail it!

She's trying to do it!

There it is.

A perfect 10 for Charlie case
of the United States.

She wins the world cup.

So the world championships
next week will come down

to borokova of Romania

and Charlie case
of the United States.

- Come on, guys. Let's go.
Hurry, hurry, hurry.

- Hey. Way to go, coach.
- Thanks.

- Hey, Charlie.

Charlie case,
you mind if I ask you

a couple questions?

Rex beechum, inside sports.

Now, come on.
Let me ask you something.

Hey, listen, I bet
you'd be more responsive

if I told you I could get you
a cover story, huh?

- Cover story on what?
Alcoholics anonymous?

- Hey, wait a minute.

All you got to do is give me
the inside story.

You know,
the darker side of gymnastics,

the training, the abuse,
the steroid use.

Hey, listen,
we can bust this story wide open

bigger than
that Tonya Harding deal.

All you got to do--
I swear to god is--ugh.

- Come on, guys.

The bus is going to meet us
in about five minutes.

Girls, I don't know
where that bus is.

It was supposed to be here
15 minutes ago.

I don't know what to tell you.

- Hi.
- Look, buddy.

What do I got to do
to get you off my back?

- I didn't know
I was on your back.

I'm jetlagged.

I feel like I'm retarded
and stumbling all over myself.

You smoke?
- Yeah.

- Bad habit.

- What are you up to, Richard?

- Who are you, a reporter?

- Friend of your mother's.

- Well, well, Charlie.
Drugs and the mafioso.

- If you came to watch me
compete, you're a little late.

- I was delayed
trying to get here.

- At least you showed up.

She promised
she'd be here this time.

- There's nowhere else
in the world she'd rather be.

- You supposed to meet her here?

- I came here to tell you
that your mother passed away.

- Uh-huh.
That's a sick joke, right?

- I wish it were.
She died in Paris yesterday.

Listen, you got to believe
a man in a tuxedo.

I am so sorry, Charlie.

Amanda
was an extraordinary woman.

Amanda was like
the most extraordinary person

I've ever known.

Nobody else courted danger
like her--nobody.

Like a high-wire artist.

She knew the risks
of her profession.

Took it in with relish
right to the end.

- Look, I don't know
who put you up to this,

but it's not funny.

- Listen, if you ever trusted
a stranger, trust one now.

Take this bag and leave.

Turn around. Don't look back.

Go.
- No problem.

Creep.
- Bye, Charlie.

- What's next?

- Where's your rocket now,
Richard?

- He doesn't have
the launch codes.

- Where did you put it, Richard?
- Put what?

- Stop the car.

Down the American
gymnastics team.

Down the bus.

What did you say her name was?

- Why don't you hit me
with the phone?

- Could that be Charlie,
Richard?

Find out where the American
team is staying.

Meet us there.

- Father's been captured, Chad,

but he may have given the key
to our sister.

- Oh, jeez. Come on.
Come on. Come on.

- Grazie, signore.
- Follow that bus.

Two guys in a Mercedes
and a guy on a bike.

Go, go, go, go, go. Go, go.

Follow that bus.
Don't lose it now.

Don't lose it.

Don't lose them.

Come on. Come on.

- Okay, girls.

Grab your bags. Check out.

You got 30 minutes.

Be back in 30 minutes

so we don't miss
the plane to Malaysia.

- You two search the bus.
We'll take the girl.

- Okay. Be ready
in five minutes, Charlie.

Five minutes.
- Okay, coach.

- Keep it cool, babe.

- Look. I've got no money.

- Shut up or I'll blow
your brains out.

Piece of garbage.

- American translators.

- Doris, have you heard
from my mother?

- Oh, hi, Charlie.

No. I haven't heard from anyone.

Have you heard from anybody?

- No.

Have you heard from the police?

- No.

- Nothing at all?

Okay.

I'll call you
when I get to Malaysia.

- Yeah, sure.

If I hear anything,
I'll let you know.

- I think I have a problem
in my room.

Yeah, security,
I just want to tell you

someone broke into my room.

Yeah. Room 711.

Yeah.

Shit. You again?
- You're mine, bitch.

You think you're tough.

- You want to see tough?

- Love child.

- Look, butch. Look.

I am not who you guys
think I am.

- Don't be so coy, Charlie. Hmm?

Save yourself a lot of trouble
and hand it over.

- Hand what over?

- Look,
you do something for me,

and I'll do
something for you.

There's nothing we can do
about your mother,

but if you cooperate fully,

then I'll release
your father unharmed.

- My father?

- Charlie, Charlie, Charlie.

Do you think
I was born yesterday?

I know he gave it to you,

and thus, I'm going to get it
one way or another.

Do you understand me?

- Look, lady, whatever you're
looking for, I don't have it.

- Search her.
Go over every inch of her.

Leave nothing uncovered.

You see, I don't give a shit
whether you live or die.

- Come on, Charlie.
We're loading up.

- Tell him.

- I'll be right there, coach.

- I've heard that tune before.
Come on.

We can't miss this flight.

I even got a bellhop up here
to take your stuff out.

- Let me go.

- What you looking at?
- I'm just the bellboy. No.

- Hotel security.

- Excuse me.
- Yeah. How can I help you?

- Where's your next stop?
- Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

- Why?
- Wonderful place, Kuala Lumpur.

- Okay. I'll hold.

They're still checking, Charlie,
but the embassy has no report

of any American killed in Paris
during the past week.

I think this is just
a terrible mistake.

- Hey. What's this?

- Sorry.
- Watch where you're going.

"Dear Charlie.
You are in grave danger.

"I can help. See you in
Kuala Lumpur at the hotel pool.

Alain."

- Hey, jj, cut me
some slack here.

I'm completely
on the level.

This is the story
of the century.

Try this on for size.

American gymnast
sucked into the vortex

of international drug smuggling.

Huh? Not a drop.

Hey, look.
I'm down to my last 100 lira.

All you got to do is wire me
a couple thousand grand.

All right?
I'll tell you something.

I won't believe
I'm fired until--

- Hi, mom.
It's Charlie.

Please call me
at the malay resort hotel

as soon as you get this message,
and don't forget.

You promised
you would come watch me

at the world championships
in Athens.

Mom, just please make it.

I love you so much.
Bye.

- We're back with
short attention span news.

News in a nutshell.

And now news
from around the world.

In zadonsk, the process
of disarming the Ukrainian

nuclear warheads
is about to begin.

In four days, the missiles
should be made useless forever.

- You guys ready to walk?

- Do you have to talk
with your mouth full?

The what?

- The jet.
- Fool.

- Some flights are delayed.
Some flights are canceled.

One or two might depart.

- Okay, guys.
We're at gate 17.

- So we meet again.
- See you in Malaysia.

- Charles. Richard Charles.

- What's in Malaysia, Richard?

- Endless beaches,
outdoor showers,

beautiful women.

No, Carla.

- You know what makes me
really angry, Richard?

It's not that you left me--

that I was foolish enough
to fall for you.

Too blinded by love to see
that you only seduced me

so you could get
the launch codes.

- I'm a better agent than that.
- Don't flatter yourself.

- Wow.

- Whoa.

You've got one hell
of an in shape body.

What do you say you and me
get together and we'll hop over

to the gym, and I'll give you
one of my private workouts?

What do you say?

- Yeah. That'd be nice.

- And after that, we'll hop
up to my room.

I got a bottle of dp on ice.

I'll show you my rendition
of the mambo.

- You are Alain?

- No. Bob, but I can be
anybody you want me to be.

- Hey. Help.

Somebody help me over here.
I can't swim.

- That's the sixth guy
today.

- Please, somebody.

I can't swim over here.
Help! Help me!

- Two days and all she's done
is lie by that pool.

What a cold bitch.

- We could be
on a wild goose chase.

Maybe Charles already passed
the disc to somebody else.

- No. My instincts tell me not.

Keep an eye out.

She's the key
to finding that disc.

You're such a tiresome
little boy.

What are we going to
do with you?

Well, you certainly sired
a heartless child.

I wonder who she takes after.

Hmm, Richard?

Oh, Richard, Richard, Richard.
I don't believe this.

- Come on. Give it up.
- Just a toy.

- Richard. Richard.

- This is kind of
a sexist thing, don't you think?

Hmm?

You are such a heel, Richard.

Something is happening.

- What about the guy
with the typewriter?

- That's a computer, Willy.

Now what's going on
by the girl's chair?

God damn.
Did you see anything?

- Nothing.

- Oh, no.

- This is Alain.

If you want to find out
about Richard Charles

and the fate of your mother,
come to room 314 in 30 minutes.

Bring your passport
and be very careful.

You're under surveillance.

- Something is happening.

- What's going on?
What's happening?

- Damn.

What do you mean
what's happening, you dickhead?

God, you're stupid.

- I got him.
- You?

- Yeah. Me. Rex, Rex beechum.

I'm the guy who's doing
all the reporting

on your tour despite this
asshole stealing your walkman.

- She's listening
to her walkman, you idiot.

I'm Alain, Charlie.
I'm Alain.

- Let him go, beechum.
He's a friend of mine.

- Jeez.

- Did you listen to
your walkman, Charlie?

- Yeah.
- Good.

And you, sir, will give
American tourists a bad name.

- Oh!

- Don't be such a baby.
- It's an old football injury.

- Do me a favor.
Don't try to be a hero.

- Well, it's that football
thing--

always trying to make big plays,
you know?

- Or blow them?
- Hey, listen.

Have you given any thought to
letting me do that expose, huh?

- None whatsoever.
- Now look here.

I know you're involved
in some dirty business.

I saw that man who gave you
something in the parking lot

get grabbed.

- Look, if you don't want
to get hurt,

forget everything you saw.

You don't even know
what you're getting into.

- Do you?

You know what? I can help you.
I got some friends in the FBI.

- Who? The janitors?
Passport for 456 please.

- One moment please.

- This isn't the first time
someone like you

got caught up in this
extremely dangerous business.

- Just what do you think
I'm caught up in?

- You're a drug courier, right?

Maybe you and the rest
of the team

working
for the international mafia?

- Now we're couriers.

I thought we were just
steroid abusers.

- Well, you tell me, girl.

- Here you are.
- Thanks.

- And we'll be right back
with the story

on the Ukrainian missiles.

- You're going to risk it all
for what?

Few thousand dollars?

- Look, you just don't know
what this is all about.

- Yeah, is that right?
I'll tell you what.

You get me this story,

and I'll make it look like
you're the innocent dupe.

- That little twit has got
something up her sleeve.

- Let's get him out of here.

- Oh, shit.
- Planning an excursion?

Come here.

I want you to know
that the only reason

I'm keeping Charles alive
is for your benefit.

You deny me,
and out go the lights.

- Fine. Do whatever you want.

- That makes my blood run cold
to see how heartless

that you can deny
your father.

You are his daughter.

- Whose daughter?

- Richard Charles.
- Alain.

- Impressive physicality.
- How did you get in here?

- Get dressed.

- Check him for the disc.

- Nah, he doesn't have it.
Should we kill him?

- Nah, it's not worth
the bullet.

- Give me the key
Richard gave you,

and we'll get you out of this.

- Look, I'm not going anywhere
until I can get some answers.

- Room service.

- Please. Follow me.

- Damn it.
What's happened to my mother?

- Davis.

- I'm afraid we're out of time.
Let's go, Charlie. Come on.

- Davis.
- Charlie.

- I better get some answers
after this.

- Davis, is everything okay
in there?

- Come on.

- You take the road.
I'll take the pool.

- I'll hold them here.

Take the key
and the plane ticket.

This will take you to Hong Kong.

That is where the key belongs.
Go there.

Meet our contact.
He'll be at the airport.

But hurry, Charlie.
Your flight leaves soon.

You must deliver the key
to Hong Kong.

Please, Charlie.
Our father's life is at stake.

Richard Charles is father
to us both.

- He's over here.

- Well go, Charlie.
Go!

I'm not going to make it.
Our sister, Charlie, is coming.

She'll be on my flight
to Hong Kong.

- Hong Kong, eh?

Pretty place.

Shame the commies get it
in '97.

- Fuck you.

- Which flight will she be on?

- I forget.
- Have it your way then.

I want Richard to hear this.
Give him the phone.

Say bye-bye to daddy, Alain.

Say adieu to your son, Richard.

- Bet you she's got something
going.

Go, girl.

- I got you, you little bitch.

- Get out of my way.
- Get in, Charlie.

Get in.

It's me. Rex beechum,
inside sports.

Get in. Get in.
Hurry, hurry.

- I'll kill you.

- Son of a bitch.

Nice group of people
you attract.

- I think I saw someone
get killed back there.

- You better tell me
what's going on.

If you don't come clean,
I can't help you.

- I don't know. Honestly.

- Well, you better figure it out

or you ain't long
for this world, girl.

- I'm beginning to realize that.

- What's your next move?

- The airport.
- Athens?

- No. Hong Kong.
- Hong Kong?

- Yeah.
- What the hell's in Hong Kong?

- I guess the answers.
- Answers?

- Yes.
- All right.

You just got yourself
a travel companion.

Come on. Get on.

- And then you picked me up.
- Wow.

- What do you think?

- Save the world doesn't
quite sound like drugs to me.

- What does it sound like?

- My first pulitzer prize
for starters.

- You are such an asshole.

How am I supposed to trust
a greedy jerk like you?

- Don't worry, there'll be
plenty to go around.

As long as we get out alive.

We're looking at a major
motion picture

starring Mel Gibson--hey.

Ow.

Who the hell are you
supposed to meet here?

- Your guess is as good as mine.
My contact should know me.

- Yeah?

- Late today, the world
championship in Athens, Greece.

We'll be there to bring you
all the excitement.

Can borokova of Romania
defend her title against

- Charlie case of the us--
- did you make it?

- One small fail in her bid
to become

the greatest gymnast
of all time.

It all starts today at 3:00 pm.

Be there.

- In just seven hours,
the Ukrainian nuclear missiles

will be dissolved
and rendered useless forever.

- Everything you wished
has been arranged

except for the matter
of payment.

- You take traveler's checks,
don't you, chap?

- I'm may get a newspaper.
- Okay.

- Miss. Excuse me, miss.
Miss, miss, miss.

You looking for taxi?
Looking for taxi?

I got very nice taxi.
Very, very cheap.

- Hey, are you here to meet me?
- Yeah. Meet you. Yes.

I am here to--why not--
I'm here to meet you.

My cab very, very cheap.
- Where's your car?

Where's your car?
- This is $1. 100 of these--

- where's your car?
- My car is right over there.

Where you want to go?
- Beechum, let's go.

Get out of the trash.
Come on.

Come on, beechum.

- There she is.

Get going.
We're going to lose them.

- Wait. I got a better idea.

- So where are we headed?

Where are you supposed
to take us?

- I am supposed to take you
wherever you want to go.

- We want to go where
you're supposed to take us.

- How am I supposed to know
where that is

if you don't tell me?

- How are we supposed to get
where we're going

if you won't take us there?

- Please, get out. Get out.

Get out. Get out of my cab.
Get out. Go.

- Don't get so bent
out of shape.

I thought you were
somebody else.

Stop. Where are you going?

- Got a little tut
in Hong Kong, huh? Yeah, well.

- Hey. Come back here.
Hey. Stop.

- Well, you know what?
One time i--

- all right, beechum.
What are we going to do now?

- With a Moroccan during this
rugby game, you know, and--

- Hey, look,
I think there's been

some kind of misunderstanding.

Could you please take us back
to the airport?

- For what reason, miss case?
- How did you know my name?

- Well, you're a famous gymnast
and I'm the contact.

You have the key
that Richard Charles gave you?

- Look, first I want
some answers.

Is my mother dead?

- Come on, Charlie.

There's no proof
that your mom's dead.

You got to gut it out.
Suck it up, kid. Come on.

Yeah. Yeah. Come on.

- He's Richard Charles,
Charlie and Alain's father.

- Richard's a very popular man.

- If he doesn't have
what they want, why don't they

release him or just
kill the guy, huh?

- Perhaps they expect him to be
valuable at some later time.

- Not as their father.
- Hey, come on.

- Don't be harsh on dad, huh?
- Dad?

- Yeah.

- So everything that's happened
is that lady's fault?

- She might have killed my mom?
- Yes.

- Where is she? Come on.
- Look.

I'm not putting my life on the
line for this asshole anymore.

If he gets killed, he's just
getting what he deserves.

- Look. I wouldn't agree.

- Yeah, he deserted the mothers
of his children, didn't he?

- See, an average life is not
possible for a super spy

like Charles, right?

Give me your jacket.

You ready?
Let's go.

- I'll pin them down here
until you reach the jetty.

- Are you all right?
- I can't hold it.

The wind's too strong.

- Turn around.
Make another pass.

- Come on. Go! Go!

This way before the copter
comes back.

Careful.

- They're really lousing shots,

or these guys
are up to something.

- I have two boats.
Let's split up.

All right.
Meet me in the kowloon dock.

I've arranged for a flight
to get you back to

the championship in Athens.

- Hey, you know anything
about machinery?

- Yeah.

- Hey, sister.

I will lead
the trouble away from you.

The kowloon dock is at the end
of the channel.

See you there.

- They're going to split up.

I'll take the boat.
You take the girl.

They're steering her boat
towards the docks.

- Pull over here.

Drop me off
over there at that junk.

They'll come after me.
You get away.

Meet me at the end
of that rolling chop.

Get going, Charlie.
If I'm not there, take off.

- Good luck, beechum!
See you on the other side.

Shit.

- Me?
- Yeah. You.

- You know, why not?

Charlie...
Probably long gone by now.

- Beechum!

- Come on!
- Through playing nice!

- Get her.

- So what's the deal here?
How do you--

what's it like dominoes?

- I am really going
to kill you this time.

- Heads up!

- Come over here.

We're not going to hurt you.

- Hey, hey. Come on back.
- I'm going to kill you.

- Go across the plank.

- You're not going to fall.
Just get her. Come on.

- Now, look.
I really have to go.

That's a friend of mine,

and she's screaming
for help.

Hang on.

Charlie, it's me. Rex beechum.

- He's over there.

- Go.

- Okay.
- Beechum!

Beechum, come on.
You can make it.

We have to meet chan.

- Well, it looks
like we pulled it off.

- Another love child
bites the dust.

- Miss case, from chan.

- "Sister, if you read this,

"most likely I am dead.

"So it now falls to you
to stop Davis

"and save our father.

"The key opens a locker

"which contains launch codes.

"Davis must not get
this key at all costs.

Good luck. Your brother, chan."

- Go, go, go.

Go, go. Go.

- Charlie.

Bring them along.

- Hey. Hey.

I guess they're
going to kill us, huh?

- Not till they
get what they want.

- Where did you hide it?

- Let's just say
I got rid of it.

- Great.

I guess now they're going to
torture it out of us.

- Shit.

- God damn.
What a hell of a story.

- What?

- What?

Well, your mother and the CIA

and Charles and all those
illegitimate children.

I don't know, Charlie.

I bet you Charles
does really love you.

If not, it's his loss.

- Tell me, Richard,

why risk all your children?

- Ow.

You're why, Carla.

- Well, I have my future
to think of, Richard.

- As an operative,
you're a dime a dozen.

There's a ton of them out there

that are younger and prettier.

- Oh, you certainly still know

how to push my buttons,
don't you?

Now, you scratch
my back, Richard,

and I'll scratch yours.

Tell me where the launch
codes are hidden,

and I'll let her
and the others live.

- Now that's a guarantee.

- Not that it's worth something.

- Are you really willing

to sacrifice all your children
in order to stop some

small business transaction? Hmm?

I'm surprised at you.

You know,

I could offer you a partnership.

Would you like that?

And you've got to think
about your career now, Richard.

Hmm?

Want a bit more?

- This is the first time
I didn't do it for money, Carla.

I did it for god and country.

You know, there was a time

I was less discriminating
about women,

but that's a long time ago.

You are the disgeneration of
the species, Carla.

Oh, that's a waste
of a good peach.

- God.

I can't believe he
didn't try to seduce me.

Oh, you're so beautiful.

How can anybody resist?

You're going to get
Charlie and that shit

she's traveling with
and bring them to the Van.

- Now in two hours' time,

the Ukrainian nuclear missiles
will be dissolved.

We'll cover the actual
deactivation live at 8:00 am.

- This better work.

I just about used all
my vacation time.

I got to get back to Langley.

- Look, it'll bloody work,
all right?

- It was feared that launch
codes stolen a week

earlier might indicate a
terrorist attempt to take over.

- Now let's go talk to daddy
and get this over with.

- Hey, buddy.

I want the shorts.

- What about me?

- Time's up, love.
What's it going to be?

Partnership with me

or your child's brains

splattered all over
your smug face?

- That's not
much of an option.

- It's the only one
you've got at the moment.

- What happened to you?

You used to be one
of the good guys, Carla.

- I don't have the luxury of
easy morality, Richard.

- Hey, look. Can I
say something here?

- No.
- No.

What happened to you, Carla?

- Quit stalling.
Where are the launch codes?

- No, no. What was it?

The end of the cold war
left you disenchanted.

No real enemies.

- You are so fucking
predictable.

- Shit!

- I mean business, Richard.

- And she's not
bullshitting, man.

I seen her kill your kids.

- I know.
She's going to kill you too.

- What?

This isn't supposed
to fucking happen, man.

You're the fucking super spy.

Get us out of this
god damn deal.

- Win some--
- and you lose some.

- I know where it is.

- I thought you didn't
know anything, Charlie.

You were the innocent dupe,
remember?

- I know plenty.
Don't I, dad?

- Do I notice a touch of
hostility there?

- You don't know anything.

- The keys to the locker

I'm sure your launch
codes are in it.

I'll take you to it.

- Carla, don't buy into that.

The key thing is just
a bargaining chip.

This spitfire doesn't realize
what's going on here.

- Oh, but I do realize,
you asshole,

that you don't care who gets
hurt or who gets killed,

just as long as you get to
become Mr. Super spy.

Isn't there anything in you

that feels for Alain

or chan and all the others?

- You're so god damn stubborn.

Huh. Hey. We all know the risks.

We all did.

- Yeah, but they did it for you,

and you let them down.

You're no hero,

and I'm going to put
an end to this

before you can get
anyone else killed.

- Ouch.

- Charlie, don't do it.
Don't let the bad guys win.

- What does it matter?

You're all bad guys anyway.

She just admits it.

I know the way.

- Charlie, wait a minute.

God damn it.

- We'll settle up
when I get back.

- Carla, if you hurt
one hair on her head,

there won't be a rock
on this planet

that you can hide under.

- Hurt her?

I'm going to kill her, love.

Aren't you concerned that you'll
be destroying the free world?

- Should I be?
- Heavens, no.

It's what spies like your
father tell innocents

in order to enlist new help.

- That asshole might
have fertilized the egg,

but he is not my father.

- Hey, Willie.

You used to play
football, didn't you?

- Yeah. Best years of my life.

- I recognize you.

Cotton bowl '81.

The big blowout, right?

- Yeah, we kicked some ass
that game, man.

- I can hardly believe
I fell for him.

- You? At least you didn't
have his kids,

- or did you?
- No.

I didn't fall that far.

- Messed up the play,
didn't you?

- You got crossed up, huh?
- I heard that bull.

That's a total crock.

We had six guys lined up.

Tight end on the weak side,

snap on three tailback
and motion right.

- Everyone's in it
for the money, Charlie.

Where do we spend
it if we nuke the place?

- So that threat's
just a bluff?

- Most of the time.

Sometimes some nut

will try and do something crazy,
but that comes at the end

when they've lost,
and they're desperate.

- We all faced off

against Chris bergen.

260 pounds of
Norwegian dynamite.

The guy's been in my shit
all day.

I want a piece
of this guy's ass.

- He's coming at me.
- Hike!

- Yes!

- You know what?

You would make
a really fine operative.

- Hope that's not a job offer.

- Where's the key, Charlie?

- You killed my mother,
didn't you?

- Yeah, yes.

- Because of Richard Charles?

- Look, unfortunately,
it had to be done.

Now where's the bloody key?

Look, if we can get
this thing done,

then I can be on my way,

and you can get to your world
championships.

Airline ticket to Athens?

I took the Liberty
because I know

how much you want to be there.

I've done my part, Charlie.

Now where's the bloody key?

- First throw down your pistols.

- Stop fucking around.

- I bet I could throw this
key in the sewer

before you could shoot me.

- I thought we had
this all worked out.

- Pistols on the street.

- Key, if you please.

- God.

Get it!

- It's gone.

- I thought we had
an understanding.

- We didn't.

- I can't believe you're
doing this for Richard.

- I'm not.

- Well, why then?

- You killed my mother.

- So fucking what?

I may have lost millions,
Charlie, but you--

- Charlie, I got to
get you to the airport.

That championship
starts in six hours,

and it's a six-hour
flight to Athens.

- Come on.
- Where is Mr. Wonderful?

- He's long gone.

He said he had something
important to do.

Let's get on it.

You got to go, Charlie.

Your mom might be there.

- You really think so, beechum?

- Where's that American spirit?

Now listen.

Did you give him the key or not?

- Not.

Hey, we're never going to
make it there in time.

- Look, I'm a big believer
in Charles.

If he says we'll make it,

we'll make it.

- Welcome aboard, miss case.

This is your pilot.

If you look under your seat,

you will find your gymnastics
uniform stowed there.

With luck,
we should arrive on time.

A slight delay
will allow you to compete.

- A delay?

What kind of delay?

- I think this falls under
the category of force majeure.

We're traveling
at about 450 knots.

If you look at your left window,
out over the wing tip,

you'll see Thailand.

- Here you go.

- Why didn't you
let her know?

- It's her moment. Why spoil it?

That means thank you.

- We apologize for the delay.

An unusual technical problem
is about to be corrected,

and we will be starting

the world championships
in moments.

Thank you for your Patience.

- Let me ask you
a question, Charlie.

Do you enjoy torturing me?

- It's been just as bad for me.

- What's going on?

- Well, just about the time
the competition started,

the lights went out.

God must be smiling
down on you, Charlie.

- Yeah.

- The first event's the vault.

- You can kiss my American ass.

- Charlie, no.

Charlie, no. God damn it. No.

- It's for you, mom.

- The new world champion

and greatest gymnast
of all time,

Charlie case of the
United States.

- That's my daughter.

- Wow.

- Get out.