Thank you, Cindy. - Welcome.
African Aid's Summit prep-meeting with
the Foreign Minister tomorrow at noon.
Summer conference on Wednesday, G8 under
-secretary 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, Reece.
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 going to sit here
and watch you copy Fischer's ambush on Spassky back in '72.
Yeah? - Parking lot, No 17, rue Leschot .
7 sections, 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'm
seated next to the foreign minister.
Of course, sir. - By the way...
Did you ever find out which of those two secretaries he's banging?
The brunette or the blonde?
I'm afraid both, sir.
I love the French.
Hello.
Good work, Reece. - Thank you, sir.
You know, if you gave the chance, I could do so much more.
I was thinking...I mean
Have you received my application for A4 training?
You'll get your shot at Special Ops, Reece. But right now...
I need you to secure a chip for 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 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.
Alright then, what do you think about this?
I think 'wow'.
You like the fabric? -I love it.
It looks kinda familiar though. -It should.
They're our bedroom curtains.
Alright.
So what are we eating for dinner?
Wo..wo..wait a second.
Isn't it part of French tradition that the woman cooks while guy watches TV?
Well, things have changed since the Middle Ages, you know.
Now it's exactly contrary. - Why don't we skip
-dinner all together and go straight to dessert?
Is this all you can think about? - Every second of the day.
Good morning, sir. - 'Morning, Reece.
Here's your topic list for today.I've highlighted the
three point shots, the rest are mostly lay ups.
Well done, Reece. You heading back to the office, rightaway?
Do you mind if I stay and wait for you, sir?
-No, Why don't you join us for the meeting?
Thank you, sir.
Bonjour.
Francois.
Thomas.
As I mentioned in 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 would release a common statement...
on the position of our two countries concerning the...
terms and conditions on the reduction of international debt.
We are also very pleased, Thomas.
Cough Drop? - No, merci.
Excuse me, minister?
Yes. Is it true that you recently acquired several Goya's?
Really? I would love to see them.
Actually they're on loan from a proud au pair.
Absolutely remarkable. You must see them.
You know we have several Goya's in
New York at the Frick museum. -Have you?
Caroline?
James.
I'm sorry, I've spilt 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 forgotton anything.
Just...Just open it.
Hello.
Planting a mike in a ministry private office.
Very impressive, Reece.
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? No,no,no, not at all.
Sir, you do realize that I'm not Special Ops certified.
I'm a man short, Reece. Besides it's mostly driving Wax around.
Nail this job and consider yourself a member of the club.
It's the promotion! Oh, that's wonderful.
That it means we have two things to celebrate tonight.
Two things to celebrate?
What else?
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 want to 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.
Oh wait, one more kiss. Don't get me started, my partner's waiting.
Just remember who your partner really is.
That's the man you're looking for.
You don't serve energy drinks in Paris? They're for working out,
to recover from jet lag. You sure this is Charlie Wax?
Take him off of our hands, before we lock him up.
Without the cans. He can't bring in the cans.
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...
because I use 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, saddlesuckin',
motherfuckin' cocksuckin' 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. - Non, monsieur.
It will never enter France. Ok?
Well, how am I supposed to have the energy to enjoy...
the endless pleasures 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.
Pardon, monsieur.
Can I talk to you for a minute?
They've got a real problem with those cans.
So it seems. I'm runnin' late, you know this place?
Yeah, it's the best Chinese food in town.
Yeah, I hear they make a killer Egg Fu Yang.
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 a 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. Give him a box of Cohibas, bottle of Chivas.
Do whatever it takes, just get it done.
Why don't I try something a little more subtle.
Checkmate, motherfucker.
You know, that really wasn't necessary back there?
Yeah I know, I just like to take it to these self righteous little pricks.
Think just because they got a badge and a uniform,
they can lord over us civilians anytime 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 cannot 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...
We got a thing goin' on.
Until death do us part.
No gravy.
Leave it up 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 Young's got nothing to do with what's in that dish.
Oh! So you're not only a chessmaster,
you're a Chinese language specialist.
Level 2 Mandarin at Cambridge Night school .
- Oh 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 Bristow. I don't speak Chinese.
Hey take it easy the guy says he doesn't speak Chinese.
- Maybe this is something he does speak.
What the fuck Wax! The guy's just a waiter.
- Well he's a 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 pastry just across the street.
No, no, no, I'm not in the mood for something you sniff off a spoon.
Something you buy by the kilo.
You good?
Let's just get outta here. Did I say we were done?
Look, if you really want to score some coke,
I'm sure I can find someone, someplace else.
We're not going anywhere. Where's the blow?
No blow.
Where is the blow?
No blow.
Empty that vase and collect some of that shit.
Did you ever notice, the closer you get to
the people who cook this shit, the better it tastes!
And from the taste, we're about two people removed
from the chef whose got the recipe for this very fine product.
Listen, you tell whoever you work for, I didn't
kill you because I've got a message for him.
Wax on, Wax off.
Come on, pard.
Reece 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 want to be a secret agent man,
you have to roll like a secret agent man. That's code.
Code? Yeah, Code.
Wax is on. He's gonna take you off.
Gives them something to think about. Throws them off balance.
Got it? Got it. Good.
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
and the next thing you know she was 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 lost a 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 is the Secretary of Defense's niece.
The Secretary Of Defense wants us to shut these guys down, right?
The whole operation, top to bottom, chef to chief,
you got a problem with that?
Nope? Good.
Hey, Hey, Yo, you can't park here. Well, I just did.
C'mon. Muscle you up, pard.
Hey, there's a secret code. Let me just... Let me. I'm really good at guessing.
There's a 9mm and two clips.
Well, I prefer sending my partners in with a little heavier.
So I would skip the Glocks and go with this 357.
It's got a smoke trail better than a Cohiba.
Oh, shit!
Now just use your Cambridge level 2,
Tell them you're interested in what they're selling.
These are Dragons heads, I think we should just
buy what they're selling and get the hell outta here.
Oh 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 sheddin' lead like that!
No kitchen staff hoss. Well, maybe not...
but these guys are gonna make those guys look like choir boys.
Well they're no L.A. Maria Via gang. Just some Asians dudes.
Now we're cool with the asian dudes. Am I right brother?
Wrong, brother!
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 want an address book with every dealer, pimp
and prostitute in your network.
When called, the next party you'll have will
be catered off a park bench in Beijing.
You can keep this all.
You just have to give me the address
of the man who delivers all of your cocaine.
You have 20 seconds or you won't have another chance.
Get outta the way!
two or three guys. - Go, go, go!
Cover me.
Just remember yesterday, you were unscrewing license plates.
Now we 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 a...
- 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 Reece.
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... Reece 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!
Reece, let's go!
We got some time to pep up before we go to Mr. Wong's drug dealer.
Hey, you think they serve breakfast up there in the Eiffel Tower?
Will you leave your cellphone 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 is no ordinary girl Wax!. They never are.
Come on, Come on.
Lots of shit in here, go ahead.
Hey! I thought this wasn't about you scoring coke?
It's not.
It's about us smoothing over some edges
so that we can make it home alive.
Wouldn't you rather one of us actually have his wits about?
I would rather not get shot because someone
spotted you as an embassy gofer.
Well, that's your problem,
because I'm not sticking that shit up my nose.
You enjoy your walk home okay. Maybe you can
flip my license plates next time I come to town.
Good. Alright, now maybe you would be in that car with me.
Turn around, exit.
This is not the same stuff that the
Secretary of Defense's niece snorted, right?
Blow this, blow that, blow us all, blow.
Yeah well, the blow that she took, gave her a cardiac arrest.
Yeah if we were taking that shit, we'll 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.
Woo Man, that shit is strong. Might be feeling some side effects by now.
Wax! Wax! What the fuck! God is doing 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 violence into drug trading. Moving around without being detected.
It's about buying new tech explosives...
which you strap on... getting children
and women killed...
Cats, dogs you name it.
Terrorists?
Oh! Shit!..Fuck!
That's our guy.
Now act the part. Like some drug addicts.
Is that the guy you gonna kill? I didn't say I was gonna kill him.
Just tell him we wanna party. - Party?
Yeah, tell him we want two big titted chicks in that building.
Go ahead and tell him.
Bonjour!
Une fille pour mon ami.
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!
That's the cool thing about French chicks you know.
They're not as uptight as American girls.
Well, she's not very French like that, Wax!
And she's definitely going to 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!
No, not after I've tell her
how you pulled the trigger, 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've met?
Watch now, motherfucker. Move, move.
Halt, give me that # Ladegerät.
Hell! That's the big boss shit I'm looking for.
Give me that # Ladegerät.
Schnell,..schnell....schnell....schnell.
What the fuck are you doing man?
What the fuck does it look like I'm doing?
I'm charging my fucking cell.
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 wheelcart filled with cash.
Unbelievable.
I swear what you saw was nothing like what it seems.
Well, it seems, like my guy was riding up the
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.
He's this crazy partner that 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 friends for dinner if you want.
But please come home. Open up the door?
Shit.... Ouvrez. I'll have to call you back okay.
God, I love this country.
Any back direction on this side? Yeah, what about the front door?
Probably that Pakistan's pimp. Kill the fucker.
I'm not gonna kill the guy Wax!
Hello fucking good, we got customers.
Now next time I'd tell you to shoot the fucker,
Shoot the fucker.
Hey, Reece.
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 this shit that we've been through,
you're just gonna let 'em walk?
No, worries. We just handed them off to the eye in the sky.
Request for level 1, satellite visual surveillance.
NSA guide all track reassignment protocol for satellite repositioning.
Sending target coordinates package.
Visualize. 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 guidebook.
Why should the dumps here be any different to the dumps back home?
I was just figuring Paris and all you know...
shithole should be nicer.
I can dig it though. Brings me back to the day.
Yeah? I don't remember it being particularly happy days.
Now see, I woulda' figured you for a Cambridge man all the way.
Cyprus Houses, East New York.
No shit, really?
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 had locked me up.
I was always wondering what guys like
you all locked up in apartments, reading and shit.
Mostly watching Star Trek. - Star Trek?
Dreaming of gettin out. - Kirk or Spock?
Uhura.
Ah, here we go!
Hello, do you speak English?
My friend and I are looking to get beamed inside.
Yeah, got some 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.
Couldn't help it I was curious.
I think 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 ten-year old points a gun in your face,
you do whenever the fuck he wants. Now get down here.
He just wants our bling.
You feeling homesick yet? Fuck no, it's fake.
Well this isn't. Caroline's father gave it to her.
Man, I swear that girl's gonna get you killed.
Looks better on me? Definitely.
Thank you.
For you fifty dollars.
Hey, what the fuck are you doing? That's good shit...
That's Colombian mixed with a little flour? Right?
Now give me a kilo? A kilo?
Do you think that this is Bogotá?
What the fuck am I gonna do with 5 grams?
Maybe you can sniff it off your homeboy's ass?
Now maybe you can get off your jive ass
and hook me up with the player that can hook us up.
Five grams is considered personal
consumption. That, they can get away with.
Anything more than a kilo, it's 15 years in prison.
But wouldn't it be a shame for these motherfuckers
to get caught for 5 kilos of their own shit.
Got caught with 5 kilos of their own shit!
Thank you.
Give me the ring. - Yeah, yeah.
That's it.
Give me back my fucking ring.
Tell us where the Pakistanis are,
or I'll have him take you for another round.
Give it to me, get that fucking ring off your finger.
Ah Yeah boy!
Better get in that apartment right over where the Pakistani's are staying...
or you're gonna be.. what's the math on him?
He's gonna be like our 26th guy in the last 24 hours.
Hey! That's about a guy an hour.
It all adds up. Go!
Relax old man
I'm not gonna hurt you. We'll be gone in five minutes.
Why should we worry? At my age there's nothing to worry about.
You do what 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.
Alright. Okay Rashid. Let's see what kind of
trouble your buddies are brewing up down there.
How's it look? About six. They're closing up shop.
Okay. Tell you what we're gonna do.
I am gonna take the scenic route.
And you, my friend, are gonna go
downstairs to the tenth floor...
and shoot anybody that comes through that door.
You'll gonna need this to keep in touch.
Thanks.
That's good shit. How I get some? - You can't. It's home grown nana.
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.
Freeze. shut the fuck down.
Get down.
No!
Nice work, Reece. - 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 going to catch them now, Wax!
How much time you think would take to run down nine floors of stairs?
I have no idea, Wax? - Maybe about six seconds a floor?
That sounds right? - Yeah sure. Now 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 Reece, - 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! I'll just following the bouncing ball right now that leads to you.
Hey! I got nothing to do with this Wax.
- Yeah! Well that's not what the evidence tells us.
Let's go. Come on, let's go!
They're headin to the tenth floor. The door's rigged. They'll be blown to pieces.
It's not a fucking option you go out there.
You go out there and drag us into it. It's over.
They are just a bunch of cops doing their jobs.
If we don't finish our job, thousands of people are going to get killed.
You got that.
That's the point. We're supposed to protect people not let them die.
Look! There's no time for a body count. It's too late.
It's not too late for them.
Reece! - Yes!
Get up.
Reece! Police car get in.
Wait! wait, wait stop I've gotta get my stuff.
- They knew we were coming, I'm sure it's checked by now.
Look, my prints were all over that car.
The cops will trace it back to the embassy and to me in no time.
Fuck! Okay let me get 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... Alright quicker than this!
Wax, no!
What the fuck Wax? - A fucking boom.
Work for you? You're fucking crazy.
You did good today Reece. Helped save the world a little bit.
Why don't you have a seat here and reflect our eventful day.
I'm gonna shoot the shit with these trenchcoats.
What's the deal with the bag?
What I got in this bag, will get me killed one day.
You look pretty bulletproof to me.
Reece, every man's got his vices.
In my case, the locals here call my vice "A Royal with cheese".
So the job's finished? We can go home?
Not 'til the trenchcoats 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 your 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. To keep guys like me honest.
You don't need me, Wax.
Oh! You fucking kidding! Tell me we're not a perfect match.
Dinner? - Why the hell not.
I brought my friend Charles for dinner. - Hi, Nicole.
Where have you been all day?
So you have to tell me something.
What do you do when you're not busy making men's jaw drop?
That might work with girls from the red light district.
So what the hell were you thinking taking Reece to some hooker.
Didn't you know they got engaged last night.
- Sure!
Talked about it all day. I'd just had to pickup a fabric shipment...
You know 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.
Yep.
Go change, okay.
Hold on.
Yeah I'm listening.
Alright so, where were we.
You were telling my friend what fabric you and
my fiancee was picking up when I saw you.
Ah well I am 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. - Hmm! Killed anyone today?
Oh let's see. About bout one an hour 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 destined,
cold hearted Pakistanis, motherfuckers of the southern Karachi.
Now, wow! Seriously I mean we took down a whole
terrorist cell today. Tell them!
That's what we were doing in the elevator when you saw us.
Truth.
He's being modest. Tell them how you saved the day.
I helped. - Did you at least catch them all?
Not sure, but we'll find out soon enough. Alright!
Let's party.
What did you think that was?
I like that 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 codeword. Nicole's number on every
Pakistani cellphone that we found.
She's Pakistani you stupid fuck. It doesn't mean she's a terrrorist!
It does when she's your best friend and you got him living
in an apartment that's bugged?
What the hell are you talking about, Wax?
Yeah I'll show you what I am talking about.
You stay right there! Don't you fucking move!
Watch this.
Got it.......Here.
How much you wanna bet she's got a dozen buried around here?
What? You're the one who rented the apartment!
Whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait! Before we started dating...
I had her completely checked. She's totally clean, Wax!
What? You have 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've got the
wrong girl. Wax! You've got the wrong girl.
What are you wearing right now that she gave you?
- Nothing.
Your ring, man! That's how they've been tracking us!
C'mon give it over, I'll prove it to you. C'mon
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.
Stop!
Don't, please. Please.
Oh don't you dare. Don't you dare point that at me.
You point that at her.
Alright this is how it works. If there's a transmission
in the ring, it'll interfere with the stereo. See that!
Why, Caroline?
Reece, you good? - My shoulder.
I told you that fucking chick will get you killed!
Volvo, green, 92MPR75.
Oh! There's one more. - There you go 17 microphones.
Five cameras, two in your bedroom.
That's impossible. Caroline couldn't even screw in a lightbulb.
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. - No, you're just in love man.
Love is always a bitch. - Yeah! What do you know about love?
Well, once in Congo, twice in Beirut.
Same girl. I ain't made of stone, no matter what you think.
C'mon 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 did 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 won't be long, just a minute.
I'm sorry it came to this, I didn't mean to hurt you.
You need to understand. Then help me.
Because I don't know what the hell's 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?
To serve my cause.
And living with me and 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. Play it back. Drop her
voice down, bring up the background.
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?
Might be ... could be the Peripherique.
They're leaving Paris. Where're they going?
Ambassador Bennington.
Yes, sir. - God damn it, what are you doing?
The delegation just landed, Reece.
Why the hell aren't you at the airport to greet them?
The American delegation just landed for the U.S. - African Aid summit.
They're gonna hit the delegation. Who's driving?
That would be me, Sir.
C'mon let's go. Move quick!
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.
Ohhh... I love this song.
Don't you say anything about this. It's between us.
Are you okay sir? Huh?
I don't know. Something's wrong here.
It 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 will reach the motorcade in a few minutes.
Yeah, those fuckers want to strike on the freeway.
They shouldn't be far.
There it is. Go! Go! Floor it!
This isn't going to slow him down. Do you have any heavy metal?
How about this?
Ohhhh... Come to daddy.
African aid summit meets in Paris, France.
Closer!
I'm a little busy, Reece. I'm about to slow your girlfriend's car.
She is not inside that car. - What?
What are you talking about. I can see her in the passenger seat.
Listen to me she is not inside that car.
She is entering the summit as a delegate.
What? Are you sure? Because I can see her from here.
Wax, Wax! The Volvo was probably a diversion.
Make sure you get a visual contact, Before you take your shot.
Move closer. I gotta look inside!
Ah 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, Maam... .
There's intel of a potential threat. They want us to change our course.
Negative.
Is it done?
Fuck!
Pass them up. Get me on the bridge.
Come on, baby. One shot.
Get down now! Get down!
Welcome to Paris, baby.
Excuse me.
Wax! Look she's probably wearing one of those shock activated vest.
- 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. Reece!
If I can find her, I'll talk to her.
Yeah, she'll blow your fucking head off. OK!
Now you'll gonna have to aim up high, where there's no vest.
Do you understand what I am saying?
Do you fucking understand what I'm saying?
Okay I got it. - Good.
Talking ain't gonna do the job man.-Ok. - You're gonna have to take that shot.
Damn!
I'm sorry sir, I can't let you in.
Could you please try it again, sir.
Sir? This card's already been used by Ambassador Bennington's assistant.
That's impossible. I am Ambassador Bennington's personal aid.
Please come with me sir. - Look I can explain this.
Sir, right this way..
I think my girlfriend stole my card to get into the summit...
If you'll just give me a minute.
Ambassador Bennington! Ambassador Bennington!
What in fool's for God's sake, ] he's my personal aid!
Give me that. - Where the hell have you been?
Reece, are you aware of what happened to the delegation on the freeway?
I need to talk to you right now sir. - So what is going on?
Weapon!
Reece, since when did 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 the vague assumption...
This is not an assumption.
I know the bomber, sir. She's my fiancée.
Your fiancée? 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 a weapon.
Thank you, sir. Excuse me.
Caroline!
Excuse me.
Shit!
Caroline?
We got a situation here.
Don't you fucking move!
Get down!
Drop the weapon, sir.
Caroline?
I need you to drop the weapon sir! - Caroline! Don't move.
I do not want to do this. I do not want to 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!
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 ten freaking hours to get my ass melting in this limo.
I'm sure it's all for your safety, maam.
You always say that when you don't have a clue about what's going on.
Wax! Wax, for Christ's sakes. Can you please explain what's going on?
Excuse me, maam. I'm very sorry there's been a security problem...
It's been handled and you're free to go.
Have a nice evening.
I want to 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?
Yeah, man.
You know I got this sense that you're gonna take
your act on the road pretty soon here.
Courtesy of a very appreciative government.
But I must tell you that I wouldn't be against you coming with me.
I gotta get back to the apartment, Wax. Got so many things...
Eh, that apartment's been packed up and shipped out.
But I think I know what you are looking for.
A little something to remember her by. - Thanks, Wax.
C'mon, let's play a little chess game before I go.
I thought you were the kinda guy who didn't like to play chess?
I lied. Sue me.
Okay, but I gonna warn you, I don't take prisoners.
Well, I warn you, I am a very sore loser.
Okay well, if that's the case. - No shit!
Damn, man.
Damn, welcome to the club, Pard!
Oh, you are going down, you are so going down.
Listen Hoss! Let me tell tell you something.
What I've forgot about this game, you haven't even learned yet.
Really? - Yeah, I'm just talking.