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From Paris With Love
Thank you, Cindy. - Welcome.
African Aids Summit's prep meeting with the Foreign Minister's tomorrow at noon.
Summer conference on Wednesday, G8 and the secretarial conference dinner with the minister 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're paying me for sir. - It's because 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.
Ya! - Parking lot number 17, Rue de Gaulle...
7 section, silver series 5 BMW. Same as before.
Yes.
Checkmate, sir.
What! Wait, wait, wait.
Excuse Sir, they need me downstairs to review the summit seating chart with security.
Ya well as long as you make sure that I am seated next to the Foreign Minister.
Of course, sir. - By the way...
if you ever find out which of those two secretaries he's banging?
The brunette or the blonde?
I'm afraid both, Sir.
God, I love the French.
Hello.
Good work, Reece. - 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, 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.
Would 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 saved 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.
Looks kinda familiar though. - It should.
They're our bedroom curtains.
Alright.
So what are we eating for dinner? - Woah, woah, wait a second.
Is'nt part of French tradition that a woman cooks while the guy watches TV?
Well things have changed since the middle ages, you know.
Now is exactly the opposite. - 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. - Morning, Reece.
Here is your topic list for today. I've highlighted a three point shots. The rest are mostly layups.
Well done, Reece. 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. - Bonjour.
Francois.
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 U. S. would release a common statement...
on the position of our two countries concerning the terms and ...
conditions of the reduction of international debt.
We are also very pleased Thomas.
Cough drop? - No, thanks.
Excuse me. Minister.
Is it true that you recently acquired several Goya's?
Oh really? I would love to see them.
Actually they are a loan. They're 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 spilled all the sauce.
The sauce.
Have you made dinner?
Don't worry I didn't cook. It's takeout.
I have a gift for you.
I forgot, didn't I? - No, no, you haven't forgot anything just...
Just open it.
Hello. - Planting a mike in the minister's private office.
- Very impressive, Reece.
Thank you, sir. Anything that I do to help.
- I appreciate that. That's why I'm giving you the 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 is being held by the French customs. I need you to get him out of there.
My partner? - Charlie Wax.
Right now? - Is there a problem?
You're busy? - No, no, no, not at all.
Sir, you do realize that I am 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. - That's wonderful.
So at least 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.
Sure you wanna marry a guy with my line of work?
Who else is gonna 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 are looking for.
You don't serve energy drinks in Paris? It's for working out.
To recover from jet lag. - You 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.
Look, 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, Mother Fucker.
Mother fucker? - Don't get your panties up in a bunch...
because I use the M word as a adjective?
As when I landed at the airport I was confronted by a self-important,
American hating, frog leg eating, snail sucking motherfucking cockin sucking bureaucrat.
Coz I rather use it as a noun as in This motherfucker hates Americans so much
Even though we saved his country's ass in not only one world war but two ...
He still wouldn't let me bring in my cans.
So now that we are clear about how I use M word...
With no disrespect to you or your official capacity...
as the guardian of your country's borders ...
I would just move on with my cans. - No, Monsiour
It will never enter France! OK?
Well, how am I suppose to have the energy to enjoy...
the endless pleasures of your fine city?
We can get you some shots of espresso on the way out instead, sir.
It is very important that you clear customs. - Not without my cans!
Pardon Monsiour.
Can I talk to you for a minute?
They've got a real problem with those cans. - So it seems. I'm running late. Do you know this place?
Yeah, they're better chinese food in town.
Yeah, I hear they make a killer egg foo young. 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 how I do things.
I'm not your driver. I'm your partner.
Hey, 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. Give him a box of Cohibas and a bottle of Chivas. Do whatever it takes...
just get it done. - Why don't I try a little more subtle.
Ha, ha, ha!
Checkmate, motherfucker!
You know that really was not necessary back there?
Yeah, I know. I just like sticking to the 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 down 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 diversionalry tactics of the grammatical variation of motherfucker.
You mean everything back there was... - You didn't get that?
You know I am authorized to you any weapon you want. - Yeah, but not like this one.
Because me and Mrs Jones...
We got a thang... going on...
'til 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" has 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 'da'.
Excuse me! Sir!
Yes, sir.
How do you say 'egg' in Chinese? - I'm sorry, I'm 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 that 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! Then just order off the menu then.
Cream brulee pastry.
No, no, no, I'm more in the mood for something you can 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.
FUCK aargh!
Where is the blow?
No blow!
Empty that vase and collect some of that shit.
Did you ever noticed the closer you get to the people who cook this shit the better it tastes!
And from the taste we'll about two people removed from the chef has got the recipe for this fine product.
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.
Give me the 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 headed 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 things you know she was overdosing.
You got me riding in along on some personal, off the book job?
Fuck, yeah it's personal. Trying to take it down to some kid who 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?
Hmm? Nope. - Good.
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 is 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!
Use your Cambridge level 2...
Tell them you're interested in what the're selling.
These are Dragons head's, 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 souy 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!
They're not 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 it 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, I'm sorry, I meant to call you.
- You just disappeared. Where are you?
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 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?
You met Caroline, you might feel a little different.
I woke up with my share of Caroline's.
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 smoothing over the 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 started 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.
Whoa! 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 what the fuck we're going! Or what the fuck this is bout?
Oh! 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!
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!
My friend and I. - And you would 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 the American girls.
Well she's not very French like that, Wax!
And she's definitely 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 told 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 the charger.
Hell! That's the big boss shit I'm looking for!
Give me the charger.
Faster! Faster! Faster!
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 friend is using to launder 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 is not like what it seems.
- Well it seems like you're 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 your living means working 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 up the door!
Shit... - Open up. I'll have to call you back okay.
God, I love this country.
And they backed their acts 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!
And hello fucking 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 them walk?
No, worries. We'll just handing them off to the eye in the sky.
- Request for level 1, satellite video surveillance.
- NSA guide one track reasignment protocol for satellite repositioning.
- Sending target coordinates package.
- Visualize. Confirming visual identification. Target has parked, passenger has entered building.
- Transferring current location to agent for target recovery.
They didn't mention I was dumping my parisian guidebook.
Why would 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 them 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.
Ahh, here we go!
Hello, do you speak English?
My friend and I are looking to get beamed inside.
That is 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.
He wants us to get down on the ground.
What the hell are you doing? - Let me give you a little advice where I picked up in Somalia.
When a shady ten-year old points a gun to your face, you do whenever the fucks 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.
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?
You think this is Bogota? - 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 and it's 15 years in prison.
Hmm! 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 fucking ring. Give me the ring! - Yeah, yeah.
That's it, 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.
Oh yeah, boy.
Better get in that apartment right over where the Pakistani's staying...
or you're gonna be.. 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.
It all ads up. Go!
Relax old man I'm not gonna hurt you. We'll be gone in five minutes.
Why should I worry? My age there's nothing to worry about.
You do outlaw deals, you should be the one to worry.
Mint tea? - Why the hell not.
You think it was that different back in your day?
It is just as evil...
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 do 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, down!
Get down.
No!
Nice work, Reece. - What's so nice about it?
How bout the fact that he's dead and you're alive. Alright, how many got out?
Two, maybe three. You're not gonna 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 driping 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 was what I was wondering. - Why? You suddenly run out of explanations!
You don't know where this is headin?
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.
NO!
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.
We don't finish our job, thousands of people are getting 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, wax, wax no!
What the fuck Wax? - A fucking boom.
Work for you?
You're fucking crazy.
You did good today Reece. Helped to 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 they got in this bag,will get me killed one day.
You look pretty bulletproof to me.
Reece, every man has got his vices.
And in my case the locals 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 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 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.
Yup.
Gotta 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, motherfucker the south of Carachi.
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 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 codeword. Nicole's number on every Pakistani cellphone that we found.
She's a pakistani you stupid fuck doesn't mean she's a terrrorist!
It does when she is your best friend and you got him living in an apartment thats 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.
There. Here.
How much you wanna bet she's got a dozen buried around here?
What? You were 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!
I don't believe you. You've got the wrong girl! Wax!
You'll 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 to you. 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.
Oh don't you dare. Don't you dare point that at me. You point that at her.
Alright this'll 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 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.
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 fate.
- 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. Crop her voice down, bring up the background.
- Six years ago I met a man who opened my eyes to his fate.
Good, good, louder, louder.
- And finally for the first time...
- everything made... Where is that?
Might be ... the Paris Peripherique (Paris Expressway).
They're leaving Paris. Where're they going?
Ambassador Bennington.
Yes, sir. - God damn 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 Paris bound lanes have been blocked off. We will reach the motorcade in a few minutes.
Nah, those fuckers want to strike on the freeway. They shouldn't be far.
There he 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 come together in Paris, France"
Closer!
I'm a little busy, Reece.
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 will 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 she turned?
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. Excuse me. 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.
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. - You're gonna have to take that shot.
Damn.
Access denied - I'm sorry sir, I can't let you in.
Can you please try again sir.
Sir? this card has already 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.
I think my girlfriend stole my card to get into the summit...
If you'll just give me a minute.
Ambassador Bennington!
What in fool's for God's sake, he's my personal aid!
Give me that. - Where the hell have you been?
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 fiancee.
Your fiancee? - She's been using me as a cover all along.
Are you sure she is in here?
No, I'm not.
Mr. Ambassador, the delegates are about to arrive.
Let him go. - Not with a weapon.
Thank you, sir. Excuse me.
Caroline!
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 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 might 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, the reason you did all this is...
to find a 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.
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 for your own safety maam. - You always say when you don't have a clue about what's going on.
Wax! Wax, for Christ's sakes. Can you explain to her what's going on.
Excuse me, maam. I'm very sorry there's been a security problem...
that'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 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. Got so many things...
Ehhhh that apartment's been, packed up and shipped out.
But I think I know what you are looking for.
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 playing chess?
I lied. Sue me.
Okay, but I gonna warn you I don't take prisoners.
Oh well I'm gonna warn you! I am a VERY sore loser.
Okay well if that's the case. - No shit!
Yeah, 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 actually got about this game, you won't even learned yet.
Really? - Yeah, I'm just talking.
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