All language subtitles for From Paris With Love

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- Thank you, Cindy.
- Welcome.

African Aid Summit prep meeting with
the Foreign Minister tomorrow at noon,

Summit conference
on Wednesday,

G8 Undersecretary
conference dinner on Thursday,

and a reception for
the Secretary of State on Friday, sir.

Can't you see we have
more urgent matters to consider, Reese?

Of course, sir.

Check.

Must you always
be so methodical?

Well, that's what
you pay me for, sir.

And you're worth
every penny.

But that doesn't mean
I'm just gonna sit here

and watch you copy Fischer's
ambush on Spassky back in '72.

- Yeah?
- Parking lot.

Number 17, Rue Lescot, seventh section.
Silver, Series 5 BMW, same as before.

Yes.

- Checkmate, sir.
- What?

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

Excuse me, sir.
They need me downstairs

to review the Summit seating chart
with security.

Yeah, well, as long as
you make sure

that I am seated
next to the Foreign Minister.

- Of course, sir.
- By the way,

you ever find out which of those
two secretaries he's banging,

the brunette or the blond?

I'm afraid both, sir.

God, I love the French.

Hello.

Good work, Reese.

Thank you, sir.

You know, if you gave me the chance,
I could do so much more.

I was thinking...
I mean,

have you received
my application for A-4 training?

You'll get your shot
at Special Ops, Reese.

But, right now, I need you to secure a chip
in the Foreign Minister's conference room

during tomorrow's meeting
with the Ambassador.

Will that be a problem?

No problem at all, sir.
Except I don't have the chip.

Really?

I was told you've had it
all afternoon.

No, I'm quite sure
I don't.

Hold on.

Left jacket pocket.

Hi.

Did you save the world today,
James?

If only you knew,
Caroline.

Then tell me,
what did you do?

You know
I can't go into details.

Not yet.

All right then.
What do you think about... this?

I think wow.

- You like the fabric?
- I love it.

- Looks kind of familiar, though.
- It should.

They're
our bedroom curtains.

All right.

- So, what are we eating for dinner?
- Whoa, whoa, wait a second.

Isn't it part of French tradition
that the woman cooks

while the guy watches TV?

Well... things have changed
since the Middle Ages, you know.

Now it's exactly the contrary.

Why don't we... skip dinner altogether
and go straight to dessert?

Is this
all you can think about?

Every second of the day.

- Good morning, sir.
- Good morning, Reese.

Here's your topic list
for today.

I've highlighted the three-point shots.
The rest are mostly lay-ups.

Well done, Reese.
You heading back to the office right away?

Do you mind if I stay
and wait for you, sir?

No. Why don't you join us
for the meeting?

Thank you, sir.

- Francois.
- Thomas.

As I mentioned
at our previous meeting,

the President is extremely pleased
with the way your cabinet

and the state department have come up
with a mutual agreement on our policy

concerning the African continent.

- Gum?
- However, we believe

that it would make a big difference
if France and the United States

could release a common statement
on the position of our two countries

concerning the terms and conditions
of the reduction...

We're also very pleased, Thomas.

Cough drop?

I think that rather than making
a precise statement

on the specific figures
of the African debt,

we should express
our understanding

of the necessity of a substantial
reduction of the debt,

so they don't sink
any deeper.

You know, I believe that this statement
will be seen by the international community

as a sign of our mutual support
on this matter.

You're absolutely right. Anyway,
we'll have plenty of time to...

- Excuse me, Minister.
- Yes?

Is it true that you recently
acquired several Goyas?

Oh, really?
I would love to see them.

Actually, they're on loan
from the Prado.

They're absolutely remarkable.
You must see them.

You know, we have several Goyas
in New York at the Frick Museum.

Have you?

Caroline?

James!

I'm sorry,
I spilled most of the sauce.

The sauce...

You made dinner?

Don't worry, I didn't cook.
It's take-out.

I have a gift for you.

- I forgot, didn't I?
- No, no, no.

You haven't forgotten anything.
Just... Just open it.

Hello?

Planting a mike in the Minister's
private office, very impressive, Reese.

Thank you, sir.
Anything I can do to help.

I appreciate that, which is why I'm giving
you this next job on such short notice.

I'm ready. When?

Tonight. Be at the airport
as soon as you can.

You know
I haven't been briefed.

Your partner's being held
by the French customs.

I need you to get him
out of there.

My partner?

Charlie Wax.

Right now?

Is there some problem?
You're busy?

Thank you.
No, no, no. Not at all.

Sir, you do realize
that I'm not Special Ops certified.

I'm a man short, Reese. Besides,
it's mostly driving Wax around.

Nail this job and consider yourself
a member of the club.

It's the promotion.

That's wonderful.

So it means we have
two things to celebrate tonight.

Two things to celebrate?
What else? Ah...

It was my father's.

If I waited for you to ask,
it would never happen.

I love you.

Promise me
you'll never take it off.

I promise.

You sure you wanna marry a guy
in my line of work?

Who else is going to sew the bullet holes
in your coat if you get shot?

- I'll be here waiting.
- You better.

Wait, one more kiss.

Don't get me started,
my partner's waiting.

Just remember
who your partner really is.

Is that the man
you're looking for?

You don't serve
energy drinks in Paris?

It's for working out.
It's for getting over jetlag.

You're sure
this is Charlie Wax?

Take him off our hands
before we lock him up.

Without the cans.
He can't bring in the cans.

You ever have that? Look.

Look, here.
It's corn syrup, caffeine and water.

And a cool label.
That's all it is.

- Try it.
- It will never enter France.

Well, that's all we got here,
motherfucker.

Motherfucker?

Don't get your panties up in a bunch
just because I used the-the M-word

as an adjective, as in
"When I landed at this airport,"

"I was confronted by a self-important
American-hating, frog-leg-eating,"

"snail-sucking, motherfucking,
cock-sucking bureaucrat."

Cause I'd rather use it
as a noun, as in

"This motherfucker
hates Americans so much"

"even though we saved his country ass
in not only one World War but two,"

"he still won't let me through
with my cans."

So now that we're clear
on how I use the M-word,

with no disrespect to you
or your official capacity

as the guardian of your country's borders,
I'll just move on with my cans.

It will never
enter France, okay?

Well, how am I supposed
to have the energy

to enjoy the endless pleasures
of your fine city?

We can get you a few shots of espresso
on the way out instead, sir.

It is very important
that you clear customs.

Not without my cans.

Can I talk to you
for a minute?

They got a real problem
with those cans.

So it seems. I'm running late.
You know this place?

Yeah. There is
better Chinese food in town.

Yeah. Well, I hear
they make a killer egg foo yung.

So slip this guy some bills
and let's get me over there.

That's not how
we do things here, sir.

Well, that's
how I do things.

Why don't you call the Embassy
and get me a different driver

who will comply
to the way I do things?

I'm not your driver.

- I'm your partner.
- Yeah, you're the chess player.

I read your file.

- You play?
- Do I look like I play board games?

So, why don't you
get this guy laid,

get him a box of Cohibas,
a bottle of Chivas, do whatever it takes.

Just get it done.

Why don't I try something
just a little more subtle?

Checkmate, motherfucker.

You know, that really
wasn't necessary back there.

Yeah, I know. I just like to stick it
to these self-righteous little pricks.

Think just because
they got a badge and a uniform,

they can lord over us civilians
any time the mood strikes them.

You know we can probably
get that drink in any supermarket.

Yeah. I know that, too.

So what's the big deal over some
corn syrup, caffeine and water?

Well, the big deal
is my... secret ingredient,

which I could not take the chance
that they would find out about.

Hence, the diversionary tactics of the
grammatical variation of... "motherfucker".

- You mean everything back there was...
- You didn't get that?

You know I'm authorized
to get you any weapon you want.

Yeah, but not like this one.

Because me
and Mrs. Jones...

Till death do us part.

No gravy.

Leave it to the French to fuck up
China's number one dish.

- It's not Chinese, it's American.
- Bullshit.

It was invented by a Jewish guy
in San Francisco.

- Bullshit again.
- I'm telling you the truth.

There's nothing Chinese about it.
Not even the name.

Foo yung has got nothing to do
with what's in that dish.

So you're not only a chess master,
you're a Chinese language specialist.

Level two Mandarin
at Cambridge night school.

- Really?
- And the Chinese word for egg is dan.

Excuse me. Sir?

Yes, sir.

How do you say
"egg" in Chinese?

I'm sorry.
I am fourth generation.

I'm born in Brussels.
I don't speak Chinese.

Hey, take it easy.
The guy said he doesn't speak Chinese.

Maybe this is something
he does speak.

What the fuck, Wax?
The guy is just a waiter.

Well, if he's our waiter,
he can help us order dessert, can't he?

I was looking for
a Pakistani-Chinese dish.

No dessert.
Just fortune cookies.

Oh... let's order
off the menu then.

Creme brulee from patisserie,
just across the street.

No, no. I'm more in the mood
for something you sniff off a spoon,

something you buy
by the kilo.

You good?

- Let's just get out of here.
- Did I say we were done?

Look, if you really
wanna score some coke,

I'm sure I can find
someone someplace else.

We're not going anywhere.
Where's the blow?

No blow.

Where's the blow?

No blow.

Empty that vase
and collect some of that shit.

Do you ever notice the closer you get
to the people who cook the shit,

the better it tastes?

And from the taste of it,
we're about two people removed

from the chef who's got the recipe
for this very fine product.

Listen, you tell
whoever you work for

I didn't kill you because
I got a message for him.

Wax on, wax off.

Come on, pard.

Reese, keys. Come on.

Whoa, hey, Wax.

"Wax on, wax off."

- What about it?
- I don't get it.

What are you,
the Karate Kid or something?

If you wanna be a secret agent man,
you have to roll like a secret agent man.

- It's code.
- Code?

Yeah. Code.
Wax is on, he's gonna take you off.

Gives them something to think about.
Throws 'em off balance.

Got it?

- Got it.
- Good.

And what about this?
Evidence?

Evidence, my ass.

Where we're heading,
that's better than cash.

As long as it's
all official business, right?

Well, if you knew this college girl
named Charlotte...

- Charlotte?
- Yeah.

Scored some shit
at that Chinese restaurant.

Next thing you know,
she's overdosing.

You got me riding along on some
personal, off-the-book job?

Fuck, yeah, it's personal.

Trying to take advantage
of some kid who just wants to party.

Look, I'm sorry about your friend,
Charlotte, whoever she is,

but if this isn't about national security,
I'm not going along with this.

It is when she's
the Secretary of Defense's niece.

And the Secretary of Defense wants us
to shut these guys down, right?

Whole operation. Top to bottom.
Chef to chief.

You got a problem with that?

- No.
- Good.

- Hey, hey. Yo, you can't park here.
- Well, I just did.

Come on, muscle you up, pard.

- Hey, there's a secret code, let me just...
- No, let me. I'm really good at guessing.

There's a 9 mm
and two clips.

Well, I prefer sending
my partners in a little heavier.

So I would skip the Glocks
and go with this .357.

It's got a smoke trail
better than a Cohiba.

- Aw, shit.
- Yeah, just use your Cambridge level two.

Tell them we ain't interested
in what they're selling.

These are Dragon Heads.

I think we should just buy what
they're selling and get the hell out of here.

Man, I just gave you
a straight up

Hong-Kong-Shaw-Brothers-kung-fu
motherfucking-chop-suey show

and you're worried about
this candy ass street gang?

- That was against kitchen staff.
- Kitchen staff?

They're no kitchen staff shedding lead
like that. No kitchen staff, hoss.

Well, maybe not. But these guys
look like they're gonna make those guys

look like choirboys.

Well, they're no
L.A. Maravilla gang.

Just some Asian dudes.

We're cool with the Asian dudes.
Am I right, brother?

Wrong, brother.

Shit.

Now tell me
that wasn't some impressive shit.

Kitchen staff...

Stay one floor below me.
I don't want these guys crawling up my ass.

Got it.

How many more of them
do you think there are?

Last census, about a billion.

- Translate for me.
- Okay.

I have an address book with every dealer,
pimp and prostitute in your network.

One call and the next party you have will
be catered off a park bench in Beijing.

But you can keep this all,

you just have to give me the address
of the man who delivers all your cocaine.

You have 20 seconds or
you won't have another chance.

Get out of the way. Go.

What do you got?

- Two, three guys.
- Go. Go, go, go.

Cover me.

Just remember, yesterday,
you were unscrewing license plates,

now we've got you working
with our top operative.

- Isn't that what you wanted?
- Yes, sir.

And I appreciate
the confidence,

but... don't you think
Wax's methods aren't exactly, uh...?

What?

He's got me walking around
with a vase full of coke, sir.

I'll admit his playbook's
a bit unorthodox,

but Wax always
gets it done.

- I understand, but don't you think...
- Stop thinking, Reese.

Just do exactly what Wax says.

So, we're cool.

This is all official business,
right?

- From the King on down.
- Thank you, sir.

I just wanted to make sure.
And as I said...

Reese, do not call me again.

Not until this job is done.

Caroline.

Caroline. I'm sorry.
I meant to call you.

You just disappeared.
Where are you?

Caroline. Caroline!

Shit.

Reese, let's go.

We got some time to pep up
before we go to Mr. Wong's drug dealer.

Hey, do you think they serve breakfast
up there in the Eiffel Tower?

Will you leave your cell phone
for a second?

I just need to make
this one call, okay?

Calling your girl ain't gonna
get you home any quicker.

You don't have anybody
to go home to, do you?

I thought you already
met my wife.

If you met Caroline,
you might feel a little different.

I woke up with
my share of Carolines.

- She's no ordinary girl, Wax.
- They never are.

Come on. Come on.

Try this shit here.
Go ahead.

Hey, I thought this wasn't about
you scoring coke?

It's not. It's about
smoothing over some edges

so we can make it home alive.

Wouldn't you rather one of us
actually had his wits about him?

I would rather not get shot because
someone spotted you as an embassy gofer.

Well, that's your problem,
cause I'm not sticking that shit up my nose.

You enjoy your walk home,
okay?

Maybe you could flip my license plates
the next time I come in town.

Good. All right. Now maybe
you will be in that car with me.

Turn around. Exit.

This is not the same stuff the
Secretary of Defense's niece snorted, right?

Oh, this blow,
that blow, it's all blow.

Yeah, but the blow that she took
gave her cardiac arrest.

Yeah, well, if we were taking that shit,
we'd be foaming at the mouth.

Wake up. It's never been
about the coke.

What about Charlotte?
The Secretary of Defense's niece?

Are you high?
There ain't no niece.

Man, that shit is strong. You might be
feeling some side effects by now.

Wax. Wax.
What the fuck?

You're still
on this ride with me.

I don't know where the fuck we're going,
or what the fuck this is about.

What the fuck do you think
this is about? It's about terrorists.

It's about terrorists, man,
converting their finances into drugs

so they can move it around
without being detected.

It's about buying any type of explosive
which can strike anybody, anywhere.

Women, kids, cats, dogs,
you name it.

Terrorists?

Shit. Fuck.

That's our guy.

Act the part,
like you're some drug addict.

Is that the guy
you're gonna kill?

I didn't say
I was gonna kill him.

- Just tell him we want to party.
- Party?

Yeah, tell him we want
two big-titted chicks in that building.

Go ahead and tell him.

And you?
You like to watch?

Enjoy. They're ribbed.
I got them off a Swede in Thailand.

- What about the pimp?
- Go for it. Whatever gets you off.

How about
I get off this elevator?

James?

Caroline. Caroline.
Caroline!

How am I gonna
explain this, Wax?

I thought that was the cool thing
about French chicks.

They're not as uptight
as American girls.

Well, she's not very French like that, Wax.
And she's definitely gonna wanna know

what I was doing in that elevator
with you and... and her.

Yeah, well, maybe
you should be asking her

what she was doing
in this part of town.

She was buying fabric.
She makes her own clothes.

What am I supposed to do now?
I'm totally fucked.

Well, not after I tell her how you pulled
the trigger and saved the day.

You think I'm just gonna stand here
and lose my girl while you get laid?

Haven't you learned anything
since we met?

Move. Move.

Yeah. That's the big boss shit
I'm looking for.

What the fuck
are you doing, man?

What the fuck does it look like I'm doing?
I'm charging my fucking cell.

But when you're done, why don't you
check out the bank our friends are using

- to launder their drug money?
- What am I looking for?

You're looking for a Pakistani
with a big bag of coke

or a raghead pushing
a wheel cart filled with cash.

Unbelievable.

I swear. What you saw
was nothing like what it seemed.

Well, it seemed like my fiance
was riding up an elevator

with some hooker
and her pimp.

Yes, she is a hooker,
and no, that guy is not her pimp.

Who the hell is he then?
Tell me.

You know
I can't discuss my work.

Well, you should probably
make an exception this time, James.

It's this crazy partner
they got me working with, okay?

What?
The pimp's your partner?

He didn't exactly
look the embassy type to me.

He's not. They flew him in
specifically for this one job.

Well, I don't like you leaving me
to work with guys like him.

Caroline, I don't like it either.

Then stop doing
whatever it is you're doing.

Bring your friend for dinner
if you want. But please come home.

Open the door.

I'm gonna have
to call you back, okay?

Open the door now!

God, I love this country.
Any back door action on this side?

Yeah, what about
the front door?

It's probably that Pakistani pimp.
Kill the fucker.

I'm not gonna
kill the guy, Wax.

Halle-fucking-lujah,
we got customers.

The next time I tell you to shoot
the fucker... shoot the fucker.

Hey, Reese.

You like shopping?

Come on, Wax. Let's just
finish the job and go home, okay?

And miss out on the finer things
that Paris has to offer?

What?

After all the shit that we've been through,
you're just gonna let them walk?

No worries.

We're just handing them off
to the eye in the sky.

Request level one
satellite visual surveillance.

NSA Eagle Eye One track sat reassignment
protocol for satellite repositioning.

Sending target coordinates package.

Eagle Eye,
confirming visual identification.

Target has parked,
passengers have entered building.

Transferring current location to agent
for target recovery.

They didn't mention this dump
in my Parisian guide book.

Why should the dumps here be
any different to the dumps back home?

I just figure in Paris and all, you know,
shitholes should be nicer.

But I can dig it, though.
Brings me back to the day.

Yeah?

I don't remember them
being particularly happy days.

Now, see, I would have figured you
for a Cambridge man all the way.

Cypress Houses,
East New York.

- No shit. Really?
- Uh-huh.

You didn't get out much,
did you?

Not really. I was the only kid
to make it off my block alive, though.

I wish someone
would've locked me up.

Always wondered about guys like you,
all locked up in apartments,

reading and shit.

- Mostly watching Star Trek.
- Star Trek.

Dreaming of getting out.

Kirk or Spock?

Uhura.

Here we go.

My friend and I are, uh, looking
to get beamed inside.

Yeah, lots of American dollar.

Wait with them.
I'll get Rashid.

Don't look
that one in the eye.

He told you
not to look that one in the eye.

I couldn't help it.
I was curious.

And they want us
to get down on the ground.

What the hell are you doing?

Let me give you a little advice
I picked up in Somalia.

When a shaky 10-year-old
points a gun in your face,

you do whatever the fuck
he wants. Now, get down here.

They just want our bling.

- You feeling homesick, yet?
- Fuck, no. It's fake.

Well, this isn't.
Caroline's father gave it to her.

Oh, man, I swear
that girl's gonna get you killed.

Looks better on me?

- Definitely.
- Thank you.

For you, 50 dollars.

Hey, what the fuck
are you doing?

That's good shit. It's the Colombian
mixed with a little flour, right?

All right,
give me a kilo.

A kilo? You think
this is Bogota?

What the fuck am I gonna do
with five grams?

Maybe you can sniff it
off of your homeboy's ass.

And maybe you can get off
your jive ass

and hook me up with a player
who can hook us up.

Five grams is considered
personal consumption,

that they can get away with.

Anything more than a kilo
is 15 years in prison.

Well, wouldn't it be a shame
for these motherfuckers

to get caught with five kilos
of their own shit?

Got caught with five kilos
of their own shit.

Thank you.

- Give me the fucking ring. Give me the ring.
- Yeah, yeah.

- Give me the fucking ring.
- That's it. That's it.

Give me... back...
my fucking... ring.

Tell us where the Pakistanis are
or I'll have 'im take you for another round.

Give it to me.
Get that fucking ring off your finger.

Yeah, boy.

This better be the apartment
right over where the Pakistanis are staying

or you're gonna be...
What's-what's the math on him?

He's gonna be, like,
the 26th guy in the last 24 hours.

- Hey, that's about a guy an hour.
- All adds up. Go.

Relax, old man,
we're not gonna hurt you.

We'll be gone in five minutes.

Why should I worry? At my age,
there's nothing to worry about.

With the world we left you,
you are the ones who should be worried.

- Mint tea?
- Why the hell not?

You think it was that different
back in your day?

It is just as evil for certain.

But it is a lot less polite.

Okay, Rashid.

Let's see what kind of trouble
your buddies are... brewing up down there.

Sit down.

- How's it look?
- Looks like they're closing up shop.

Okay. I'll tell you
what we're gonna do.

I'm gonna take
the scenic route,

and you, my friend, are gonna
go downstairs to the 10th floor,

and shoot anybody
who comes through that door.

You're gonna need this
to keep in touch.

Thanks.

- That's good shit. How do I get some?
- You can't. It's homegrown nana.

All right. Thanks
for your hospitality, old man.

Let's go.

- Are you in position?
- Yeah. You want me inside?

Hell, no.

They got the door wired.

They're going down to the ninth floor,
cut them off.

Got it.

Hey, hey, freeze. Fuck. Freeze.
Get the fuck down! Get down! Down!

Get down!

No!

Nice work, Reese.

What's so nice about it?

How about the fact that he's dead
and you're alive? How many got out?

Two, maybe three.
You're not gonna catch them now, Wax.

How much time you think it would take
to run down nine floors of stairs, hmm?

I have no idea, Wax.

I think about six seconds a floor,
that sound right?

Yeah, sure.

That'll take 54 seconds

to get down there.

And five seconds
to cross the lobby.

And four seconds...
to get to the car.

And then there was none.

The cops will be here soon.

Damn, this place is dripping
with intel. Come on, help.

Come on.

- Hey, Reese?
- We need to get out of here, Wax.

Get in here.
Check this out.

I don't want anything more to do
with this place, Wax.

Well, you got more to do with this
than you think.

- What the fuck?
- Yeah, that's what I was wondering.

Why, you suddenly run out
of explanations?

You don't know
where this is heading?

Fuck, no. I just follow the bouncing ball.
Right now, that leads to you.

Hey, I got nothing
to do with this, Wax.

Well, that's not
what the evidence tells us.

Let's go.
Come on, let's go.

They're heading
to the 10th floor.

The door's rigged.
They'll be blown to pieces.

That's not a fucking option
we've got.

You go out there and drag us
into it, it's over.

They're just a bunch of cops
doing their jobs.

If we don't finish our job,
thousands of people will get killed.

- You got that?
- That's the point.

We're supposed to protect people,
not let them die.

It's not the fucking time for
a body count. It's too late.

It's not too late
for them.

- Reese?
- Yeah.

Get up.

Reese, police car, get in.

Wait, wait, wait, stop.
I gotta get my stuff.

They knew we were coming,
I'm sure it's stripped by now.

Look. My prints are
all over that car.

The cops will trace it back to the Embassy
and to me in no time.

Fuck.

Okay, let me get... let me get
my head around this.

You wanna stop
in the middle of our getaway

so you can grab your plates,
wipe your prints and grab some files?

- I'll be quick.
- Quicker than this?

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck.

- What the fuck, Wax?
- Ka-fucking-boom.

Work for you?

You're fucking crazy.

You did good today, Reese.
Helped save the world a little bit.

Why don't you have a seat here
and reflect on our eventful day?

I'm gonna go shoot the shit
with these trench coats.

Goodbye, Wax.

What's the deal
with the bag?

What I got in this bag
is gonna get me killed one day.

You look pretty
bullet-proof to me.

Reese, every man's
got his vices.

In my case, locals here call my vice
a Royale with cheese.

So the job's finished?
We can go home?

Not until the trench coats
call us and tell us we can.

What if it's never over, Wax?
What if we can't beat these guys?

Why don't you ask the guy
you shot what it feels like to win?

I didn't shoot him.
I couldn't pull the trigger.

I know you didn't.

But it's okay.
It's not going in the report.

Well, maybe it should.

Maybe I'm just not cut out
for this sort of work.

No, that's exactly why you need
to stay in it, keep guys like me honest.

You don't need me, Wax.

Are you fucking kidding?
Tell me we're not a perfect match.

Dinner?

Why the hell not?

Hey, I brought my friend Charles
for dinner.

- Hi. James.
- Hi, Nichole.

Thank you.

- Where have you been all day?
- I'm so sorry...

So, you gotta
tell me something.

What do you do when you're not busy
making men's jaws drop?

That might work on the girls
in the red light district.

So, what the hell were you thinking
taking Reese to some hooker?

You didn't know
they got engaged last night?

Sure.

- What's that?
- Talked about it all day.

I just had to go
pick up a fabric shipment.

I'm a rag importer,
we got a little business on the side.

But, you know, I spend most
of my money on... cars and women.

- Not in that order I hope.
- Excuse me. Yeah?

- Let me go change.
- Okay.

Hold on.

Yeah, I'm listening.

Really? Well,
how many numbers you got?

Call them all back.

All right, so, where were we?

You were telling my friend what fabric
you and my fiance were picking up

when I saw you.

Ah, well... I'm not really
in the clothing business.

I'm actually in the cloak-and-dagger
division of the Embassy, like my boy here.

Mostly cloak.

- Mostly dagger.
- Killed anyone today?

Well, let's see. About, what, one...
One an hour on average, I'd say.

And what type of people
did you kill today, James?

You know, the usual.
Bad guys.

Bad guys? Baddest-ass,
suicide-vested,

cold-hearted Pakistani motherfuckers
this side of Karachi.

No, well, seriously. I mean,
we took down a whole terrorist cell today.

Tell 'em.

That's what we were doing
in the elevator when you saw us.

Truth.

He's being modest.
Tell 'em how you saved the day.

- I helped.
- Did you at least catch them all?

Not sure, but find out soon enough.
All right, let's party. Let's party, yeah.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- Rise, Mr. Ghost.
- Oh, my God, it's real.

Rise, Mr. Ghost.

What did you think
that was?

I like you.

I like this girl.

Excuse me.

Hello? Who?

No, I'm sorry,
there's no Rose here.

Wrong number.

That's the call
we've been waiting for.

What the fuck!
What the fuck, Wax?

Shut the fuck up right now
and you listen to me.

Rose was a code word.

Nichole's number's on every Pakistani
cell phone that we found.

She is Pakistani, you stupid fuck.
It doesn't mean she's a terrorist.

It does when
she's your best friend

and you got him living
in an apartment that's bugged.

- What...
- What the hell are you talking about, Wax?

I'll show you what I'm talking about.
You stay right there.

Don't you fucking move.
Watch this.

Here. How much
you wanna bet

she's got another dozen
buried around here?

What... You're the one
who rented the apartment.

W-w-wait, wait. Wait.

Before we started dating,
I had her completely checked.

- She's totally clean, Wax.
- What? You had me checked out?

Obviously not enough.

She's working for the fucking people
who took your picture, man.

No, I don't believe you.
You got the wrong girl, Wax.

- You got the wrong girl.
- What are you...

What are you wearing right now
that she gave you?

- Nothing.
- Your ring, man.

That's how they been tracking us.
Come on, give it over, I'll prove it to you.

Come on, I'll give you my gun,
give me the fucking ring.

Give me the ring. Give me
the fucking ring, I'll prove it to you.

Don't. Don't.
Please. Please. Please.

Don't you dare...
Don't you dare point that at me.

You point that at her.

All right,
this is how it works.

If there's a transmission in the ring,
it'll interfere with the stereo. See that?

Why, Caroline?

- Reese? You good?
- My shoulder.

I told you that fucking chick
will get you killed.

Fuck.

Volvo, green.
92-MPR-75.

Steve, come give me
a hand in here.

Oh, there's one more.

There you go. Seventeen microphones,
five cameras. Two in your bedroom.

That's impossible.
Caroline couldn't even screw in a light bulb.

Whoever put this shit in
knew what they were doing.

Hope you got some good moves on you,
buddy-boy, if it gets on YouTube.

- I fucked up.
- Nah, you're just in love, man.

- Love's always a bitch.
- Yeah?

What do you know
about love?

Well, once in the Congo,
twice in Beirut. Same girl.

I ain't made of stone,
no matter what you think.

Come on, think about it.
Where could she be? Family? Friends?

She never talked about her life
and I never thought to ask.

I don't know anything
about this girl, Wax.

How'd I miss this?

I need word on that Volvo.
We need to find this girl.

- Got it?
- You're on.

- Hello?
- Please don't bother tracing,

I will be off in a minute.

I'm sorry it came to this.
I didn't mean to hurt you.

- You need to understand.
- Then help me,

cause I don't know
what the hell is going on.

Just tell me the truth,
Caroline.

Six years ago,

I met a man
who opened my eyes to his faith.

And, finally,
for the first time in my life,

everything made sense.
I knew I had a purpose.

To lie to me?
To shoot me?

Serve my cause.

And living with me, spying on me,
that was all part of your plan?

Caroline?

Caroline?

She's gone.
Did you get a lock on it?

- No, it's too short.
- It's okay. Okay, play it back.

Drop her voice down,
bring up the background.

You need to understand.

Six years ago,

I met a man
who opened my eyes to his faith.

Good, good.
Louder, louder.

And, finally,
for the first time in my life,

- everything made...
- Where is that?

Could be, uh...
Could be the Peripherique.

They're leaving Paris.
Where are they going?

Ambassador Bennington.

- Yes, sir?
- Goddamn it, what are you doing?

The delegation just landed, Reese.

Why the hell aren't you
at the airport to greet them?

Welcome to Paris.

The American delegation just landed
for the US-African Aid Summit.

They're gonna hit the delegation.
Who's driving?

- That'll be me, sir.
- Come on, let's go.

Wait. Wait a sec.
Is that it?

Don't you wanna think about this
for a second, Wax?

You think about it,
you're the chess player.

Oo, I love this song.

Don't you say anything about this.
It's between us.

Check this.

Are you okay, sir?

Huh? I don't know.

Something's wrong here.
Doesn't make sense.

If they wanted to hit the delegation,
then why did they wire this apartment?

Why'd they use me?

All the Paris bound lanes
have been blocked off.

We'll reach the motorcade
in a few minutes.

Now, if those fuckers wanna strike
on the freeway, they shouldn't be far.

There it is.
Go, go. Floor it.

This isn't gonna slow 'im down.
You got any heavy metal?

How 'bout this?

Ooo. Come to daddy.

Closer.

I'm a little busy, Reese. I'm about
to smoke your girlfriend's car.

She is not inside that car.

What? What are you talking about?
I can see her in the passenger seat.

No, no, no, Wax.
Listen to me.

She is not inside that car.
She's entering the Summit as a delegate.

What? Are you sure?
Cause I can see 'er from here.

Wax, Wax,
the Volvo is probably a diversion.

Make sure you get a visual contact
before you take your shot.

Move closer,
I gotta look inside.

Aw, fuck, you're right.
She's not there.

- Shit! I'm on my way to the Summit.
- Okay, I'll be behind you.

I gotta clean this shit up.

Have them
turn the motorcade around.

Yes?

Excuse me, ma'am.
There's intel for a potential threat.

They want us
to change our course.

Negative.

Did she do it?

Fuck.

Pass him up,
get me on the bridge.

Come on, baby,
one shot.

Get down, now!
Get down!

Welcome to Paris, baby.

- Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me.
- Good morning.

Wax.

Look, she's probably wearing
one of those shock-activated vests.

Like the ones
we found in that apartment?

No way.
She wouldn't do that, Wax.

The bitch ain't going to the Summit
to make some speech, Reese.

If I can find her,
I'll talk to her.

Yeah, she'll blow
your fucking head off, okay?

Now, you're gonna have
to aim up high,

where there's no vest.
You understand what I'm saying?

Do you fucking understand
what I'm saying?

- Okay, I got it.
- Good.

- Talking ain't gonna do the job, man. Okay?
- Excuse me.

You're gonna have
to take that shot.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, sir,
I can't let you in.

Could you please
try it again, sir?

Uh, sir, this card's already been used
by Ambassador Bennington's assistant.

That's impossible.

I am Ambassador Bennington's
personal aide.

Please come with me, sir.

- Look, I can explain.
- Sir, right this way.

I think my girlfriend
stole my card

- to get into the Summit.
- Sir, please come with me.

- If you'll just give me...
- Come with me, sir.

- If you'll just give me a minute...
- Please, sir...

Ambassador Bennington.
Ambassador Bennington.

Let him through, for God's sake,
he's my personal aide.

- Give me that.
- Where the hell have you been?

Reese, are you aware what happened
to the delegation on the freeway?

- I need to talk to you right now, sir.
- So, what is going on?

Weapon.

Reese, since when
do you carry a gun?

There's a suicide bomber
inside the Embassy.

- There's been absolutely no intel on that.
- I'm telling you.

You need to clear
this conference right now.

I can't shut down the Summit
on a vague assumption...

This is not
an assumption.

I know the bomber, sir.
She's my fiancee.

- Your fiancee?
- She's been using me as a cover all along.

Are you sure
she's in here?

No, I'm not.

Mr. Ambassador,
the delegation is about to arrive.

- Let him go.
- Not with the weapon.

Thank you, sir.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.
Excuse me, please.

Caroline!

Excuse me.

Shit.

Caroline?

There's a situation here.

Don't you fucking move!
Don't you fucking move!

Get down, sir.
Get down!

- Drop the weapon, sir.
- Caroline.

- I need you to drop the weapon, sir.
- Caroline. Don't move.

I do not wanna do this.
I do not wanna shoot you.

I need you to lay
your weapon down now, sir.

Lay your weapon down, sir.

Put your weapon down, sir.

Drop the weapon.

- Oh, shit.
- No, no, no.

Do not shoot,
that vest will explode.

Caroline, please,
let me help you.

I don't need any help.

I am at peace.

Caroline, this isn't peace.

You told me before

that the reason you did all this
is to find some kind of purpose,

try to make sense
of it all.

Well, that's all I want,
too, Caroline.

No, no, please.
Don't do this.

Just listen to me, okay?

Just for a minute.
Just listen to me.

Nothing else in the world matters
right now, Caroline.

Except I love you.

And that's all I have.

Love for you.

And even if
you don't love me,

that's all the sense any of us
is ever gonna get.

Love.

What the hell
is going on?

I did not fly 10 freaking hours
to get my ass melting in this limo.

I'm sure it's all
for your own safety, ma'am.

You always say that when you don't have
a clue about what's going on.

Wax. Wax. For Christ's sake,
would you please explain what's goin' on?

Excuse me, ma'am,
I'm very sorry.

There's been a security problem,
it has been handled and you're free to go.

Have a nice evening.

I wanna know who's responsible
for this delay, and I want him fired.

That's what I like
about the job,

you get acknowledged,
you get compliments...

Here, I got you a little something
to keep you going,

- wherever it is you are going.
- Yeah?

How'd you get that, man?

You know, I got this sense

that you're gonna take your act
on the road pretty soon here,

courtesy of the
very appreciative government.

But... I must tell you that...
I wouldn't be against your coming with me.

I gotta get back to the apartment, Wax.
I got so many things I need to take care of.

That apartment's been packed up
and shipped out.

But I think I know
what you're looking for.

Little somethin'
to remember her by.

Thanks, Wax.

Come on, let's play a little
chess game before I go.

I thought you were the kind o' guy
who didn't like to play chess.

I lied. Sue me.

Okay, but I gotta warn you,
I don't take prisoners.

Well, I gotta warn you,
I'm a very sore loser.

- Okay, well, if that's the case...
- No shit!

Yeah, man. Damn!
Welcome to the club, pard.

Oh, you're goin' down.
You are so goin' down.

Listen, hoss, let me
tell you something.

What I forgot about this game,
you haven't even learned yet.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Not just talk, man. Okay.
- Just watch.

So tell me about
that girl in Beirut.