Good morning, Mr. Bryce.
I trust the pickup ran smoothly.
Handoff was clean.
No stops till the exit point.
Clear roads all the way, Chief...
just as you predicted.
Thank you for agreeing to an earlier departure time,
Mr. Kurosawa.
I'm honored that you and your wives
have entrusted a Triple A Protection Service today.
Moving red to green option
coming in on your vector.
Get the engine started.
I want immediate takeoff.
Air space has already been cleared.
Roger that.
All channels moving to
restricted air space.
Shall we?
Mr. Kurosawa...
Safe travels.
Thank you very much, Michael.
Another Triple A delivery, sir.
Stay with him till he's airborne.
Yes, sir.
Canvas is clear?
Nothing for miles, Chief.
Almost boring.
And what's our motto?
Boring is always best.
Move! Move!
Client down! Client down!
Code 7! Code 7!
Jesus!
It's like a goddamn milkshake in here!
Bravo 1 down.
We need a clean-up team in here now!
Repeat, Bravo 1 down.
Fucking piece of paper I've got here.
I don't have fucking time.
Holy shit.
Mr. Seifert.
- Are we ready to go? - Are we ready?
I've been waiting!
What the hell took you so long? It's half past nine!
Apologies. I had to make some preparations.
Mr. Seifert. Mr. Seifert!
It's best if I go through doors first.
I don't think you know what I'm dealing with here.
Come on, let's go, let's go.
- Let's go. Double time. - These people are animals!
They're probably... they're probably here already,
just... just waiting for me to leave.
I can appreciate your concern,
but I assure you, you are perfectly safe.
All you need to do is exactly what I tell you.
Mr. Seifert? Mr. Seifert?
This way, please.
All right, is it not enough cocaine, or too much?
They say you're Triple A rated.
Is that a real thing?
Let's just focus on you dying of natural causes,
shall we?
Soon.
- That's my car. - Take a mental picture of it.
I find it safer if we're using a car
that blends in with the surrounding traffic.
Well, that was easy.
In fact, practically nothing at all.
- Boring is always best. - I trust you'll reduce your...
What? This is Michael Bryce.
I'm an executive protection agent,
fully licensed and bonded within the EU.
Fuckin' hell. I know it's you.
I've got caller ID!
Such a fucking dick.
You got a pickup for me or what?
Yes. I've extracted my client
from 27 Saint George Street.
Cleanup is required.
On the seventh floor, north stairwell...
I've left a French national
employed by the Taray Crime syndicate.
You'll find two more in the south stairwell.
On the roof, you're gonna find another
who's gonna need some dental work.
In the alley, there's two gentlemen
who may require some counseling.
One more in the east office,
on the sixth floor under construction...
and one on the number three elevator.
Oh, oh, oh, parking garage,
under the Rolls Royce in space five...
there's a pound of plastic explosives,
so you might want to call the bomb squad.
Check that. Make it the fire department.
- Is that my car? - I'm afraid so.
Have a seat, it's been a long day.
That was a custom Rolls Royce, one of a kind.
I thought that was an unusual color.
Was that periwinkle?
I did find this in the backseat.
- Scraps! - Precious, aren't they?
- It smells like ass in here. - Buckle up.
This car certainly isn't Triple A rated.
It's not even fit for animals.
I apologize
for such an unexpected late visit, Professor.
You're always welcome, Mr. President.
In your house with soldiers, yes.
In your classroom, I've been told I'm less popular.
Nothing is more important than a good education.
How's your English?
I don't know much English, Mr. President.
"The only way for the country to progress...
is by eradicating the scourge of genocide
blackening our country and our livelihood."
I appreciate your modesty.
I hope we're not disturbing your family.
They are on holiday.
Well, good for them.
Family makes a man whole.
I could have you executed for treason...
but another would simply stand a little bit higher
on your corpse.
There must be some other lesson I could teach you.
As I said...
there is nothing more important than a good education.
Professor Asimov, can you please tell the court
what happened next?
Then I was taken...
to one of Dukhovich's internment camps.
I was there for three years...
until he was finally overthrown.
Arrested for like the monster he is.
Thank you, Professor Asimov.
Your Honor, I request that this entire testimony
be disregarded.
Without any evidence, this is merely hearsay.
Sustained.
The trial of former Belarusian President
Vladislav Dukhovich...
continued today with emotional testimony from
many of his country's victims.
But while powerful to hear,
Dukhovich's attorneys say...
they are nothing more than the lies of his enemies.
Long one of the world's
most brutal dictators...
Who stands accused of
ethnic cleansing on a massive scale.
An unprecedented level of security is in place
around the courthouse.
Even the airspace above this city is closed.
So far, the prosecution
has been crippled...
by the lack of any hard evidence against Dukhovich himself.
Numerous witnesses
who were expected to testify have disappeared.
Is there anyone brave enough
to come forward with evidence...
and finally put an end to his brutal reign?
Mr. Kincaid, this is Interpol's offer.
In return for your testimony
against former President Dukhovich...
your wife will receive a full pardon
from all jurisdictions.
You're going to pardon an innocent woman?
That's mighty fucking white of you.
Assuming we accept this arrangement
for Sonia Kincaid,
there's still the matter of an agreement
regarding my client.
He will receive...
this letter...
recommending leniency.
Mr. Kincaid is a contract killer
facing two dozen counts of murder in 10 countries.
Absent a legitimate deal,
he will never breathe free air again.
Under no...
Sonia goes free.
We're all set, Director Casoria.
Let's get this gentleman to The Hague.
Mr. Kincaid, this is Agent Roussel.
She'll be leading the security detail
which will escort you
to the International Criminal Court.
You know, Dukhovich's men have killed
every single witness brought against them.
And my security detail is a dozen off-duty cops?
These are the most highly-trained officers
in Europe, Mr. Kincaid.
We have taken every precaution
to make sure that your involvement
is completely classified.
Oh, it's a secret?
Oh, that makes me feel so much better.
Well, I can assure you, even if there was an attempt...
we're more than prepared for any assault.
Were you prepared for that assault, motherfucker?
Uncuff me, give me some car keys,
a couple guns, I'll meet you guys there.
The court's deadline
is at 5:00 p.m. tomorrow, Mr. Kincaid.
That gives us 27 hours
to transport you from Manchester to the Netherlands.
If you want to help your wife, you should get moving.
Okay, Inspector Clouseau,
let's see what these elite troops of yours can do.
Come on, guys, let's go.
Agent Roussel, I don't have to remind you
of the importance of this.
No, ma'am.
And don't doubt what he's capable of.
I won't, sir.
Take a left on Kirkland Avenue.
Yes, sir.
What a pretty little town.
Old narrow streets...
buildings nice and close...
lots of great views from all those windows.
This route's been wiped clean for us.
Nothing to worry about.
Is that right?
How's that nose of yours doing?
Take diversion route.
Got a boyfriend, Roussie?
Significant other?
I need you to be quiet, Mr. Kincaid.
I'm just saying, now might be the perfect time
to write one of those "I'll always love you" texts.
Relax, motherfucker.
If you hear the shot, it wasn't meant for you.
221, 10-4 on route.
Fuck!
Move! Move!
We've got more on the roof!
Move! Move!
Rob, get that door open!
Go! Go!
Alpha Squad with me!
Agent Roberts, protect the witness!
Parker, take the left flank!
- Shit! - We need more backup!
Fuck!
Agent Roussel!
Goddammit, somebody!
We need backup now!
Turn around!
Lay down some cover fire.
Oh!
Fuck!
- Show me your hands! - Bitch, please!
- Put these on. - Fuck that.
Interpol's compromised. You know that.
Either you shoot me or watch me bleed out.
We gotta get off the street.
There's a safe house not far from here.
A car bomb has exploded in Bishopsgate,
near Coventry City Center.
Don't even think about answering that fucking phone!
The only way Dukhovich could've known our route...
was if he had somebody on the inside.
Now, I need medical supplies, and you need help.
So, if you're gonna call somebody,
they have to be totally out of the loop.
I've had the Black Diamond service
four times now, do you understand?
Four times.
The car still smells like a cemetery.
Are you washing the car with old assholes?
Or... just help me to understand.
Just a second here.
Hello, Amelia.
I'm texting you an address in Coventry.
You need to get there immediately.
Bring three units of O-Negative blood.
I'm doing very well, thank you.
How are you?
I don't have the time for this, Michael.
I have a job I need you to do.
Aah, pass.
I wasn't offering. I'm telling you.
I have a job you're going to do.
I'm not gonna let you charm me into this one, Amelia.
Okay, let's be clear.
I'm not any happier about this than you are,
but I don't have a choice.
- Well, thank God I do. - No, Michael,
you don't.
Because if you're not where I need you to be,
I'm going to expose you and your work to Interpol.
That elite Triple A status you want back so badly,
I'll make sure you never get near it.
Oh, you're threatening me now?
Not you, her.
Are you threatening... you can't just threaten me
into taking orders from you.
I guess we'll find out. You're three hours away.
I'll see you in two and a half.
Okay, okay. I guess we will.
Jesus Christ.
Here, we're gonna load all these into the car, okay?
We're gonna take the car out in the front,
and then we're just gonna burn it.
Ma'am, this place is like a war zone.
We got bodies everywhere.
Our unit's compromised.
Everyone's down.
Get those guys ID'd.
And I've got no sign of Agent Roussel.
Maybe 15 to 20 dead mercenaries, heavily armed.
Media circus is in town, but that's not the worst of it.
Kincaid is gone.
Coventry, every available agent.
Report back to me with any updates.
Yes, ma'am.
There must've been a leak.
I told you,
there are too many agencies involved.
Get to The Hague.
See what you can get out of Dukhovich.
I'll try.
And alert the penitentiary in Amsterdam.
Have them triple the guard around Kincaid's wife.
Got it.
Mrs. Kincaid, your attorney.
Did I tell you you could turn around?
What do you want, you useless piece of shit?
Oh, baby, baby, it's me.
Oh, my bad.
What do you want, you fucking hijo de puta motherfucker!
I just wanted to hear your voice.
Fuck you!
There, you heard my voice.
The only reason I'm in this shit hole
is so that they can get to your sorry ass!
How you doing? You made a shank yet?
- What for? - It's prison, baby.
You got to protect yourself.
It's a Dutch prison, Darius!
What are they gonna do, beat me with a clog?
Oh, you got a view at least?
Just a whole lot of corny Dutch buildings.
There's one with a huge fucking clock on it.
Like that's what I need right now.
Do they have those flowers you love?
Uh-mm! Irises?
They come from there, right?
Fucking tulips, Darius.
What kind of a piece of shit husband
doesn't remember his wife's favorite flowers?
You never remember anything.
What's our anniversary?
I'm gonna make this up to you, baby.
You see, that's what
I'm talking about, cabrón.
Darius, is something wrong?
Not a thing, baby.
Not a fucking thing.
Then I wanna hear it.
- Hello? - Hello?
- Sonia? - Darius!
You fucking shit!
Go ahead, you might as well finish the job.
- Why am I here, Amelia? - A high value transport.
Oh, high value?
Oh! I don't...
I don't really do high value anymore.
I mean, these days, I'm more in the mid-level
coked-out attorney market.
Why do you think that is?
Seriously, Michael?
Because of you.
You used me to climb the Interpol ladder,
and here we are again.
Whoo!
You up for a promotion?
You have to blame me
for every little bump in your road, don't you?
No, these aren't bumps. No, no, no bumps.
Just one dead Japanese arms dealer.
Which I had nothing to do with.
Do you know what happens...
when a Triple A rated executive protection agent
loses a client?
Triple A.
I was up here, yeah?
Then I opened up to you, why wouldn't I,
I was in love with you.
And I fucking told you his name.
It was the first time in my entire career,
I revealed a client's name.
I trusted you.
Ba-ba-ba-ba... bump!
Now I'm down here.
The dead guy's up here.
I'm sorry, Michael, you hit a rough patch.
A rough patch...
A 300-pound investment banker's ass
exploded four bags of heroin
in the backseat of my car last week.
Those aren't leather seats, those are cloth.
- Okay, Michael... - Take a minute
- to grab a mental image... - I don't have the time
- to hear your insane shit! - At a certain point,
- you just sell the car. - I never betrayed you.
I never used you!
I just left you!
Because you couldn't forgive me for something I didn't even do.
- Transport... - Transport is in there.
Is that blood dude...
What the fuck?
Do you know how long I've been waiting for this?
No, no, no. I'm not gonna look.
Oh! Motherfucker!
Hey, hey, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Let's talk about this, okay?
Even a dumb-ass like you
is smart enough to keep one in the pipe.
Oh, shit.
And nighty night.
Darius Kincaid. Jesus Christ!
This is who you want me to protect?
Look at my shirt!
Shut up for two seconds!
Fine, fine.
You get the feet, I'll get the nostrils.
The trial of former Belarusian President
Vladislav Dukhovich...
took an uncertain turn this week,
having recently survived
a dioxin poisoning attempt that left his face disfigured.
Authorities are keeping Dukhovich...
Interpol wishes to have a word.
Quite the dust-up in Coventry this morning.
But you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?
You've come here to lodge a complaint?
I've come for my money.
I delivered as promised.
I gave you Kincaid as exposed as you'll ever get him.
Small security detail,
practically a rookie leading them.
I can't do more than that.
Let's be fair here.
You think it's fair to want something for nothing?
In my country...
we would skin you like a cat.
Would that be fair?
I come from nothing.
I work all my life...
serving the people.
And then, they come into my country
and they took it all away!
And now, they lock me up like a rat...
feed me poison!
Is this fair?
When Kincaid is dead...
you'll be paid in full.
You know he's a murderer, right?
You're playing nurse to a murderer.
- A witness. - Really?
- Hmm-hmm. - 27 times.
That's how many times this asshole's tried to kill me.
27... 28!
Fucking Prague!
If Dukhovich is acquitted,
he'll be back in power next week.
- I won't let that happen. - Good.
You should take him to The Hague.
I can't!
There's a mole inside Interpol.
It's already cost me 12 good officers.
Good?
That's subjective, you know.
Nice. Maybe they were nice.
I'll make it simple for you.
If I stay near him, they'll find him.
So I gotta risk my life
protecting this coffin magnet over here?
No, no, no, no! You gotta put something
- in the pot for me, okay? - How about your career?
- How about it? - Your precious career.
You do this job for me...
and I'll get you back to elite status.
Yeah, you don't have that power.
I've got connections.
You want back in the big game, I can put you there.
Why would I trust you?
Why?
Because I've never lied to you, Michael.
You're terrible at almost everything...
but you're good at keeping people alive.
Keep him alive, please...
and you get your dream life back.
And as a bonus, you'll never hear from me again.
Good.
- That's bad. - I don't speak French.
Still.
Shame.
Shit!
Where are you?
Setting up operation at Coventry police headquarters.
You got nothing from Dukhovich?
Are you surprised?
- Ma'am? - Busy.
Yes, ma'am, but I've picked up activity
at our safe house in town.
Is this something I need to know right now?
No, not normally. But yes, it should be vacant.
And you believe it's not?
Well, the access code was activated
without identity authorization.
Could Kincaid have gotten inside?
But it's on a revolving encryption.
Get a team over there. Now!
And where is Agent Roussel?
- Sorry, got to go. - Good luck.
I believe I know where Kincaid is.
I know this Darius Kincaid
we're talking about.
I want proof he's dead.
Proof? Like a photo?
Like a head.
- What the fuck is all this? - You're a fugitive.
- Fugitives wear restraints. - No, no, no, not the cuffs.
I'm talking about these whack ass
hipster clothes I'm wearing.
- Yeah, luckily I brought extra. - Lucky for who?
Ah, shit. Am I wearing underwear?
Those are for me too,
in case I have to change your pants again.
Not a fan.
You know they call them swinging dicks for a reason.
How about we never speak of this again.
Shit.
Interpol protocol.
When that phone rings and nobody answers,
they're gonna send officers to the door.
And there they are.
Yes, we're setting our perimeter.
Comfy?
So, what happened to little Miss Interpol?
- Agent Roussel's gone. - Oh damn!
I liked her. She's spunky.
This building has two stairwells, no fire...
Escapes and no adjacent rooftops.
You know, you're not the only observant motherfucker
on the planet.
I go through doors first.
I check to see if it's clear, then you follow.
Really? You think that's necessary?
My job is to keep you out of harm's way.
Shit, motherfucker.
I am harm's way.
Split up and take different floors.
Two hostiles, maybe more.
I don't suppose I could have a gun?
No. We're gonna take the north stairwell.
Let's go.
No! You fuck!
Oh! Thank God, you're here.
I don't know what I would've done without you.
Well done. Guess what happens now?
Shots fired! Shots fired!
All units send in a 9-9.
Now we have a new problem.
I like to keep things a little more subtle.
Quick, they're heading for the roof.
See, boring is better.
Okay.
That's very loud.
It was empty anyway.
We have two heat signatures on the rooftop
moving in a northbound direction.
Copy that! Go, go, go! They're on the roof!
No, no, no. No odds in that jump.
Well, it beats the hell out of whatever's
gonna come through that door.
No. Just gotta...
We just gotta find a more intelligent way...
Oh! Motherfucker!
Shit!
Holy fucking shit.
Secure the roof! Go, go, go!
Delta squad with me!
They're on the north side!
Copy that!
Made that jump on one leg.
I made that jump without jumping.
Let's go.
So, what's your next trick,
showing me how we escape without escaping?
Let's just try to get to the car
without killing anyone, all right?
- Is this your car? - One of them.
I remember shooting at you in a Jaguar.
Buckle up. If we get in a high-speed chase,
I want you strapped in.
I'm more worried about the wheels
coming off this bitch when you reach the speed limit.
You know, back in the day,
we wouldn't have even stolen this piece of shit...
and we stole everything.
I remember one night...
I know all I need to know about you.
All your early arrests...
your father in and out of prison,
you following in the same footsteps.
Did your little research, did you?
Well, prepare for a test, so there are no surprises.
Hmm, and you grew up wanting to be a cop...
till you found out there wasn't no money in that shit.
So you joined the CIA, sharpened your skills...
then decided to open your own shop,
pimp yourself out to the fat cats.
I didn't even have to do no research to know that shit.
It's written all over your punk ass.
Can't wait to hear what I'll do next.
That's great.
You know, why don't...
Why don't you lay back
and keep from getting spotted, huh?
Get comfortable. That's a good idea.
Ooh-hoo!
Smells like ass back here!
Bet that Jag never smelled like ass.
Oh! These your electrolytes?
Darius has gone.
Nothing but cops out here.
Facial recognition identifies this man
as Michael Bryce.
But you already know that, don't you, Agent Roussel?
- You two have a history. - Long time ago.
You slipped Kincaid into our own safe house
then brought in this...
Executive protection agent?
Official channels had been compromised.
What did you expect me to do?
Clearly, our office security's been breached.
The red notice stays.
You, however, can go. I'm placing you on leave.
You will surrender your weapon and credentials.
You are going to be telling this story for years, Amelia...
from inside a very large office...
or a very small cell.
Well, I like my odds.
The only way Bryce and Kincaid don't make it to The Hague...
is if they kill each other first.
Amelia.
- She's making a mistake. - We need to plug our leak.
Now, this Bryce, do you trust him?
With something like this, yes.
I'll speak to Casoria,
get her to allow you to come to The Hague with us.
But no more secrets.
Thank you, sir.
Search for car, plate FJ56MHV.
They'll have identified the car
with the traffic cams by now.
And you. Welcome to fugitive life.
Until I turn you in.
Just need to find a different vehicle...
older model, no alarm.
Right here.
Luckily, I came prepared.
You know, if you're gonna be a while,
I can just go in there and get a room.
There's an art to low impact, high efficiency
breaking and entering, but...
- Art's objective. - And you're bleeding again.
You know, for a dude that runs around killing people,
you've got this really strange thing about bleeding.
It's inefficient.
And I don't kill people, I protect them.
Hector Ramirez.
Hector Ramirez was an assassin.
Yeah, I know. I trained him.
Who was holding a knife to my client's throat.
And you killed him.
No. I saved my client.
I think Hector might have a different perspective on that.
Oh, is that so?
Well, here's the thing.
I was a Triple A rated executive protection agent.
You just made up that Triple A bullshit.
No, I did not!
And if guys like you, sociopaths like you
weren't running around trying to kill my clients,
then no one would get hurt.
Triple A, yeah, it sounds like you ought to be
selling life insurance
or fixing my fucking transmission, or something.
Well, you're uninsurable, trust me.
And you said "was".
"I was a Triple A, x-rated dickhead!"
Get in the fucking car!
Jesus fucking Christ.
You definitely said "was".
"Was" as in, "I used to be a Triple X dickhead
driving a Jag...
but now I'm rolling around in this shitwagon."
Put your seatbelt on.
What happened? Lose your edge?
Drop focus?
You slip up and let a client get popped?
Never slipped up.
Well, how did "am" become "was"?
I don't... I don't actually know.
I mean, how does the so-called expert assassin
get busted by Interpol?
Love, baby. Straight up love.
See, I'm doing this job in Geneva, right?
Some dude washing the wrong dude's money.
I get a call.
What?
My wife's been in a car accident. A bad one.
What?
So, Geneva dude gets a pass, I jet back to Mexico City...
go straight to the hospital.
Bopped up in Sonia's room...
two dozen agents waiting for me.
Played by the heart.
Happens to the best of us, man.
I mean, sort of like how Agent Roussel took you
from here... to here to here.
Oh, assassin and eavesdropper.
That's a real... You're a real double threat.
Well, you were whining like a bitch so loud,
I heard you through the wall.
Agent Roussel and I aren't any of your concern.
So, she dumped you because of all your tight-assed...
boring is good, look before you leap,
put your seatbelt on shit?
She didn't dump me.
Oh, motherfucker, I know she dumped you.
I'm just perusing all the reasons why...
and there's a plethora of those motherfuckers.
- Plethora? - Yeah. It means a lot.
I know what plethora means!
It just doesn't apply here!
And not jumping off the top of a roof,
that's logical, that's safe.
You know, wearing a seatbelt, logical, safe.
Let me ask you something,
how many times have you been shot?
- Counting today? - Yeah.
Ooh! Too many to count. You?
Zero.
Now, we both know that's bullshit.
That's not bullshit, okay?
This was a little flesh wound.
You just kind of zinged it right there.
Didn't even require a Band-Aid. You got lucky.
Yeah, the rock shifted just as I took the shot.
You're a lucky motherfucker. Fuck!
Fucking Prague.
Yeah, Prague.
You never even took one for a client?
Nope. Never had to.
Yeah, but the question is, would you?
See, if I'm paying Triple A rates,
then I'm looking for that full-service shit,
you know what I'm saying?
That extra A stands for Ass, yours,
between mine and a bullet.
Being prepared for everything...
- means that that situation... - Bryce, you cannot
- be prepared for everything! - statistically just won't occur.
You know, life is gonna bloody us up, okay?
You just gotta put a Band-Aid on that shit and keep rolling!
That's really beautiful, man.
Do you ever just write stuff down, you know?
Maybe, I don't know, throw down a haiku or two?
How'd you like that, motherfucker?
Do you have any idea how stupid you sound?
I mean, what a fuck up!
You lost my husband, and you're like,
"Can you please help us find him?"
Why the fuck should I?
That is your fucking job, motherfucker!
But, obviously, you suck at it.
You received a phone call today
from your attorney.
So?
Well, we asked your attorney
but, he said he didn't have any contact with you.
What? Are you fucking kidding me?
Okay, that's it! I've had it with this lawyer!
He's an alcoholic.
He calls me completely drunk...
and he starts saying the most inappropriate things.
Like, for example,
what he likes to do to his wife's ass?
That is a disgusting place to hide a child's toy!
And you know what?
I don't need to listen to this shit!
Then he forgets about it,
but I'm stuck with the images in my head!
Mrs. Kincaid...
if you know where your husband is,
you need to tell us.
It's for his own safety.
I'm sorry.
You're worried about my husband's safety?
No one in this world can kill Darius Kincaid.
The man is a cucaracha...
and I mean that in every sense of the word.
Sometimes you just want to crush his little filthy head
with your shoe...
but he won't die.
That motherfucker is unkillable, so you can relax.
But wait, no.
There is one important thing that you should know.
I shit on your whore of a mother,
and I shit on your whore of a mother!
Motherfuckers, get out of my fucking cell.
- Great. - Now!
And I want that lawyer fired!
I want that lawyer fired!
I want a good one, professional lawyer!
I have rights! Human rights!
Okay, you can take a five-minute break.
Good evening. Can I help you?
We need to see your cameras.
Sorry, sir, that's for management only.
The others have picked up a signal.
I got you!
- Where we at? - I backtracked west.
- West is the wrong direction. - Thank you. Thank you.
They'd be expecting us to take a direct route.
What the fuck is that you're eating?
Postpones fatigue.
Refuels glycogen and electrolytes.
I got you one, too,
while you were taking one of your world-class naps.
I'd stay awake if you let me drive.
That's really generous of... No!
- I gotta piss. - Use that.
Timeline's not built for another break.
Your dick might fit in here, but mine...
Plus, I need every drop of this shit
to tolerate this ride with you.
Just pull the fucking car over.
Jesus Christ.
It'd be a lot easier without these cuffs,
or this fucking underwear.
Kincaid!
Hey, asshole!
Fucking goddammit, that's not mud!
- You think I'm a fucking idiot? - Well...
You did think that cheap whiskey was piss.
Oh, fuck!
Where the hell did that come from?
This is what happens
when you mess with a perfectly laid plan.
- Give me a gun. - I got this!
- Give me a goddamn gun! - I got this!
- There's more than one. - Perfect deduction, Sherlock.
Draw their fire so I can take a look.
All right. Go!
Shit! Okay.
Three shooters in a row, all lit up.
So, what do you want to do?
While you can't come up with a plan,
they're gonna come down here and kill us.
- So here's the plan. - What the fuck?
You take 11:00, I'll take 1:00.
Let's see who gets to 12 first.
Okay. On three. You ready?
One...
I said on three. You shot early.
Yeah, before they did.
Let me break it down...
So much for your intricately calculated travel plans.
That's why I was trying to bounce on your ass.
See, I'm safer on my own.
There's no way that they could've known where we were.
Well, they did, and now they're dead.
This yours? Is this your cell phone?
I might've taken that off some dead merc.
You might've...
You know, they can track a cell phone.
That's why I use a ghost chip in mine,
so they can't track the phone.
I mean, that's how they know where we were!
Here I am, I'm plotting courses all over the country...
and you're carrying a location beacon in your pocket!
- My bad. - Your bad?
You don't even understand how 21st century technology works!
I mean, how have you stayed alive this long?
While all you guys are wasting your time
planning and aiming and deducing...
I just do my thing,
and my thing has always been better than your fucking thing.
Great. There you go. That's just great.
I'm glad that your thing has always been better than mine.
You're not gonna take this gun?
No, you keep that gun. Use it to shoot me.
No, I was gonna shoot you with this...
Shit!
There goes the guns.
Well, look on the bright side. We get the bad guys' van.
This field smells like your car.
Dude, I said I was sorry about the phone.
Who knows, maybe your plan would've worked.
And what about your other plan?
There's no plan!
The plan is we're in a cow pasture,
that's the plan.
I'm talking about your Agent Roussel plan.
That's why you're doing this, right?
To get her back?
You think becoming a Triple-A card-carrying dickhead
is gonna give you an all-access, backstage pass
to Agent Roussel's ass,
and she'll fall in love with you...
Oh, I get it. I got it. You're gonna be the guy...
and your life will have meaning again.
that the other inmates come to for advice.
Well, they're very lucky.
Motherfucker, please.
I've eaten hamburgers that know more about women than you.
You, my friend, are a romantic retard.
Hey!
Just 'cause I want to get my business back in order,
that doesn't make me a shitty person.
And Amelia has nothing, absolutely nothing,
to do with this.
Oh, man, you are so in love, it is crazy.
Christ, do you ever shut up?
Huh?
Why is everything always about love with you?
What else is there?
I mean, take away the guns, the money...
the travel, the perfect shot
through a motherfucker's ear hole from 300 meters.
I mean, none of that shit means dick
if I can't tell Sonia about it.
Well, I guess Amelia's just not as special as Sonia.
She sounds great.
- What, she cheat on you? - No.
- Try to kill you? - No.
'Cause Sonia chopped off part of my ear
with a machete one time.
She sewed it back on, but...
it was two, three days before our shit got real again.
Where'd you guys meet, Christian Mingle?
No. A bar in Honduras.
One of those places
where nobody knows your face and name.
I'd just come off a job.
Some dude kidnapped the wrong dude's daughter.
I was sitting there chilling,
when I noticed this waitress getting hassled by these guys.
I got up to help her when she unleashed
the most amazing display of violence and beauty...
I had ever seen.
When she severed that dude's carotid artery
with a beer bottle...
I knew. I knew right then.
We slow danced all night.
She sounds like she's gonna make a good mother someday.
Lights.
- Need a ride? - Yeah.
We're trying to catch the ferry to Amsterdam.
Yeah, I can get you there.
- Yeah? - Jump in.
Hey, there's eyes all over Amsterdam for me.
That's where Sonia's locked up.
It's quick in and out. I got a place there.
You got a place in Amsterdam?
Yeah.
Is that where you keep the Jag?
You know what?
Why don't you go fuck yourself and the horse you...
Hello.
Hello, beautiful Sisters.
Whose lap will I sit on?
Here's the phone.
Ivan says Kincaid is still on the move.
If God wishes a man dead...
Ivan will find him.
And if God's not ready for Kincaid to die?
Make sure the back-up plan is in place.
One more!
Your stop, boys!
You take care, sisters!
Bye, Kincaid!
Go with God!
This man's killed over 150 people.
250, easy.
Yeah, but they love you.
Me, they want to perform an exorcism on.
Question for a higher power.
Who is more wicked,
he who kills evil motherfuckers...
or he who protects them?
You really believe you're the good guy?
My first contract, I was...
I don't know, 16, 17.
There was a guy who broke into a church.
The preacher was still there, so he told the guy...
"Look, you don't have to steal anything.
Take whatever you want."
Dude wasn't there for the loot.
He wanted to hurt somebody.
Slaughters the preacher,
displays his body on the altar for his congregation to see.
The Bible says never to take revenge...
to leave it to the Lord.
But I wasn't prepared to wait that long.
So, when your moral compass gets around to pointing at me...
yeah, you'll be pointing at one of the good guys.
And how does one of the good guys
get connected with a piece of shit like Dukhovich?
I didn't know everything the dude was into.
That's an easy excuse.
Look, you know everything
about every client you ever had?
Nope. I don't...
I don't decide whether my clients live or die.
Oh, come on. He changed the codes on me.
Son of a bitch.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
When's the last time you paid rent on this safe house?
I haven't done a lot of Amsterdam jobs lately.
I just need to get my gear.
The problem is that all the windows are Poly-Carb.
They have extra layers of laminate...
and obviously there's a Hetzger alarm system...
which is the premiere unit on the market.
It's got three fail safes.
But, if I can just...
- Jesus Christ! - Nope. Darius Kincaid.
But there are no words. I am amazing.
Oh, that's so cute! You look so happy here.
So, is Agent Roussel the only photograph-worthy girl
in your life?
Been busy working.
Oh, ho, ho!
You must give me your designer's number.
We got four hours to court, let's get cleaned up.
I need to change my bandage and take a shower.
The hot water still work in this bitch?
Upstairs.
- Elevator? - No!
Fuck!
Counsel, approach the bench.
How can you allow Kincaid's testimony?
A hired killer given a sweetheart deal.
A man like that will say anything to save himself.
Kincaid has no sweetheart deal.
His wife will go free, not him.
The testimony will be allowed...
assuming you produce your witness by 5:00 p.m.
Michael, you should've been here by now.
Yeah, yeah, just a couple bumps.
We're on our way.
The judge isn't giving us any wiggle room.
You have less than four hours now!
Well, we're gonna be there in half that.
Then why are you calling me?
Right. Well...
I'm calling you because I've been thinking, and...
I forgive you.
Yeah.
It feels good to say that.
I forgive you, Amelia.
- Are you fucking kidding me? - What?
You're seriously doing this now?
- No. - And forgive me for what?
- What? - There's nothing to forgive!
- No, look, I thought that you... - Just get Kincaid here!
Fucking prick!
Darius?
Fuck!
Yeah.
We've got the whole area covered.
If Kincaid shows up, he's ours.
- Stay alert. - Copy that.
Everyone keep a close lookout.
Understood.
- Can I help you? - Yeah, tulips.
That will be $25.
Easy.
Ay, mi cucaracha.
You couldn't just have the flowers delivered, huh?
Needed a personal touch.
Well, you were about to get his personal touch,
if I hadn't followed you.
All right, I appreciate that.
And the guys who started tracking you a few blocks ago.
Oh, you mean the guy you snatched in the bush,
and the two you left knocked out in the park?
Like I said, I appreciate you.
So, you knew that they were out there...
but you still felt it was important
to deliver these flowers?
Sonia's gonna really love those flowers.
I sure fucking hope so.
Now, this is as close as I'm gonna be to her
for a very long time.
It had to be special.
First. I'm first.
You were saying?
Tell me something.
The day you and Agent Roussel took that picture,
I saw in your place...
what kind of things would you have done for her
to make her happy?
Anything. I loved her.
Trusted her.
- She sold me out. - Huh!
- Case closed. - Well, that's cold.
Maybe, just maybe...
you ought to give her a pass on this.
I mean, I gotta tell you, honestly...
there's not a lot of women in this world
who'd put up with your shit.
That's inspirational, thank you.
What I meant to say was...
there's no women who would put up with it.
You're an annoying motherfucker with all your rules and shit.
I mean, if she can put up with that,
she must be a pretty special girl.
She is.
You know, I told her today that I forgave her.
- Really? And how'd that go? - Hard to tell.
You know, women don't like to be forgiven for shit...
'cause that implies they did some shit, to begin with.
I should just forget about Kurosawa.
- What? - Takashi Kurosawa.
He was my client, she exposed him,
and he got killed.
Something funny?
She didn't expose your client!
I popped Kurosawa!
I was at the airport for another target.
I spotted him by accident.
Lucky for me, him, not so much.
Doubled my money on that corrupt Asian motherfucker.
The single most awesome...
shot I've made in my entire hitman career.
300 meters through a firm C-cup tittie-sized window.
Pow!
Hey, I thought you knew I was the one who popped him.
Oh, shit! What the fuck, Bryce!
We're done!
That shit was two years ago, man.
You gonna be a little bitch about it?
- You're on your own! - Well, good!
I'll be safer on my own!
You won't last one hour without me!
You'll be dead in a minute!
Yeah, you're about as useful
as a condom in a convent.
- Eat my ass! - That's what she said!
- Suck it! Suck it! - Fuck you!
Fucking pussy.
Fuck!
Do you have any idea how prepared I was?
No, not really.
No. Every possible scenario I had covered,
every kill shot...
every... every angle.
And he fucking ruins my life with one lucky shot
through a window the size of a... Just a...
That's him.
There he goes again.
Shots fired! Shots fired!
I hope they kill him. I really do.
Okay.
Even if I did save him, again,
you know what he'd say?
He'd say that I had it all figured out before he got here.
He'd say, "I guess my thing
is just better than your thing, motherfucker."
"I guess bullets are just allergic to me, motherfucker."
This guy singlehandedly ruined the word "motherfucker".
Do you know how hard that is to do?
I was Triple A rated executive protection.
Sure.
I was up here.
And goddamnit!
There he is!
- Hi. - Oh, geez!
Get rid of the Interpol car!
Requesting all units, heading south!
Sorry.
Move! Move! Move! Move!
Move! Move! Move!
Goddamnit!
Who are these guys?
- Go, go, go, go. - Turn!
Shoot him.
Hit the brakes!
Watch out!
- Drop your weapon! - This way!
Fuck!
Interpol! Interpol!
Fuck!
Shit!
Fuck!
It's two hours until the deadline.
How are we doing?
Goran has the bodyguard.
I'm going to interrogate him now.
No, I need you here in case Kincaid shows up.
Goran will make him talk.
Okay.
What kind of asshole wears a helmet this tight?
A loose helmet is like wearing no helmet at all.
It's not a button strap.
It's a D-ring.
Just unthread it through the thing, it's very simple.
Oh, well, or there's... there's that shortcut.
Ew!
I ask you one time, polite.
Where is Kincaid?
Honestly, I'd tell you if I knew.
You have my word.
Look at my right hand.
See that?
That's a Boy Scout salute.
We're sworn to never lie.
I've taken an oath, so you can trust me.
Ahhh! Right in the fucking ear!
Waterboarding? Really?
I was in the CIA.
You know, we don't do that anymore.
Okay. Hey, hey. Hold it. Whoa, whoa.
Wait, wait, wait. Here's what we learned.
The key to interrogation...
is establishing a bond
between the interrogator and the subject, okay?
You know, just sort of like a rapport, okay?
You need me to like you.
You need me to like you, okay?
You need me to like you!
I really don't like you.
Okay, okay, okay.
- Where is Kincaid? - He's right behind you.
Scout's honor. Fuck!
Fuck!
Hey listen, before you start talking...
'cause I know you're gonna start fucking talking...
I just want to apologize for laughing about popping Kurosawa.
I know that shit cost you your girl and that...
fake-ass, made-up Triple A shit you keep talking about.
No, it was all my fault.
No...
I did it all to myself.
Bryce, please! Come on, you didn't do it to yourself.
- That's life. Life happens. - Life without Amelia.
Hey, still time to work that shit out.
So, how'd you and Agent Roussel meet?
On a job.
She was...
She was working an undercover op...
very badly.
I was at a client's funeral. Massive heart attack.
I can protect someone from bullets and explosives,
but there's nothing I can do
against indiscriminate use of mayonnaise
for 68 straight years.
Technically, I was still on the payroll...
so I was in the building, paying my respects.
Amelia was there with some of her other Interpol agents.
They were hoping to bust my client's
shady and mayonnaise-chugging brother.
Instead of doing things nice and quiet...
they got marked, and their target runs.
Oh, yeah.
Leave it to Interpol to turn a really fun funeral...
with lots of delicious hors d'oeuvres...
into a depressing carnival show of total unprofessionalism.
Just kinda bumped into her.
See, that's what I'm talking about.
It just happened!
You didn't plan it, deduce it, or Google
running into the girl of your dreams.
You just bumped into her,
the same way I just bumped into Kurosawa.
You know, when life gives you shit...
you make Kool-Aid.
That's not really how that expression works.
Yeah, and that's the beauty
Life.
Yeah, well, life, I mean...
life doesn't usually give you shit
and then turn into a beverage.
Not... at least where I'm from, that's not how it works.
Look, motherfucker, you don't have to explain
every goddamn thing that goes on in fucking life!
If it gives you lemons...
You don't need fucking reasons for that shit.
you would make maybe some lemonade.
Just shut the fuck up!
It just doesn't work that way.
Breaking news from The Hague suggests
that if a credible witness cannot be produced
within the next hour,
the former president of Belarus, Vladimir Dukhovich,
will walk free and resume power.
This would be a spectacular embarrassment
for the international community...
and a crushing blow for the many relatives who alleged that...
They're out there...
waiting for us to make the first move.
I know I would be.
- I should've told Amelia. - Told her what?
That I'm a stupid man.
Hey, what if I told you I couldn't protect you?
I'd say you're right.
We'll just go to Amsterdam,
I'll help you get Sonia out...
and you give her those flowers in person.
No fucking way.
I gotta help you get back that Triple A shit I fucked up.
The guilt's killing me.
Dukhovich, that motherfucker's gotta go.
Well, it's not gonna happen unless we get there.
- Shit, I'd bet on them. - Normally I would, too.
I got a hot tip.
There's a couple of ringers in the game.
We got our choice of wheels.
Hmm! That's a good-looking Jag.
Yeah. I guarantee you, if that smells like ass,
it's supermodel ass.
- Really? - Oh, yeah.
She blends right in.
Ohh! That's responsive!
Jesus.
You know, I have a pen knife.
It's just that the gearshift's on the right-hand side here,
and I'm not used to that.
- It's practically impossible... - Get out of the fucking car.
A three-day adjustment period
to figure this out.
Motherfucker, I will bust a cap in your ass
if you don't give up that wheel.
Have you ever said please or thank you...
Please, motherfucker!
- Why are we always yelling? - Get out of the fucking car!
Fine.
Time's just about up.
No sign. They vanished in Amsterdam.
Dukhovich is free.
Michael would never let that happen.
It appears you're wrong about your Michael Bryce.
- Hello? - Hey.
Michael, where are you?
We're a couple minutes out.
Look...
I wanna tell you that I'm sorry.
I wanna say that I'm sorry for...
for everything.
For Kurosawa, us, it's all my fault.
You know, I act like a...
I act like a fucking child around you.
And I can't admit that it's my fault,
and I project that onto you, and that's not fair.
You deserve better than that.
That's them!
Why are you telling me this now?
Well, under the circumstances, it seemed like a good time.
- We got company. - Huh?
We have them. Blue Ford C-Max on Route 44.
Let's go!
Amelia...
- I just want to say that... - I love you.
Jesus Christ! Really?
What happened to the seatbelt rule?
Oh, fuck!
- What the fuck, man! - Move your fucking car!
- Michael? Hello? - Who this?
Agent Roussel, hold on, let me put you on speaker.
- What happened to Michael? - He had to bounce.
Excuse me. Sorry.
You know, he really cares about you.
He has a hard time processing emotions and shit.
But one thing his fucked-up brain has figured out,
he really loves you.
Are you in the middle of something?
Well, actually, yeah, I am.
Look, we'll call you back.
Watch out!
Okay, you had...
If you wouldn't mind...
the gun.
Yes.
Thanks.
Thank you.
Yo! You about done?
Tick tock, motherfucker!
He's fucking unkillable.
With just five minutes remaining
before the court's deadline,
the case against Vladislav Dukhovich
is almost certainly doomed.
Suspicious vehicle is approaching, Commander.
Stop the car!
What's going on here?
Is this what we've been waiting for?
Shit.
I got your witness, Darius Kincaid.
Follow me.
Obviously, Your Honor, this has developed
into a complete waste of my client's time.
The prosecution has no witness to present.
Can you empty your pockets, please, sir.
Are you kidding me? Come on!
As we seem to be reaching our deadline,
I have no choice but to declare
that this trial has come to its natural...
Your Honor, I present Darius Kincaid.
The deadline has passed!
I believe we still had a few seconds on the clock.
How do I look?
You got a little speck of blood on your...
everywhere.
Will the prosecution please prepare their witness.
- Hi. - My God, are you okay?
Yeah. There's your guy.
- Thank you. - Yeah.
By the way, bumping into you
is the best thing that ever happened to me.
Do you swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?
Yeah.
Your name is Darius Kincaid?
No. My real name is Darius Evans.
My parents separated when I was six.
My mother remarried a real mean piece of work
named Roger Kincaid.
She figured if I took his name,
he'd keep his belt on more often.
Plan didn't work so well, but the name stuck.
My real father's name is Maurice Evans, preacher.
He was killed a few years later in his own church.
- I'm sorry, I didn't... - That's all right.
Can't research everything.
Mr. Kincaid,
were you ever in the employ of Vladislav Dukhovich?
- No. - Have you ever met Dukhovich?
Yes.
April 17, 2012, he invited me to his palace.
Prosecution Exhibit 17-D,
palace security logs.
Did he offer you employment then?
Yes, he did.
He wanted me to take out a political rival
exiled in the UK.
- I refused. - Why?
Because while I was there,
he ordered his men to slaughter a village outside Polatsk.
I'm not down with killing innocent people.
And do you have evidence to corroborate this?
Yeah.
Go to FTP site Raven 257.
- Just load it up. - Exhibit 18-D.
We've confirmed the coordinates.
It's asking for a password.
Oh, sorry.
Password...
Dukhovich is a dick, all caps, except "dick" is lowercase.
I wasn't gonna trust Interpol with this shit.
Order!
Order in the Court!
Your Honors...
I could save us all some time.
May I address the court?
Initiate alternate measures.
For months, I have been sitting
in this chair...
nodding along to this ludicrous charade.
Excuse me.
My excellent attorney
was hoping for the legitimacy of a formal acquittal...
but that is no longer possible.
Thank you, Darius.
So, let us now end the charade.
The charges against me...
are entirely correct.
I am the rightful ruler of Belarus!
Mr. Dukhovich, sit down!
As the ruler of my nation, I will do as I wish,
without exception, without apology.
I recognize no authority
- that limits my power! - Mr. Dukhovich, I order you...
- Assistant Director. - Go do your job, Amelia!
In this trial,
the world community is attempting to make a statement!
Well, now I would like to make a statement of my own!
Show me your phone.
I recognize no authority that limits my powers!
Everybody, go!
I will now take my leave with my dignity intact!
Now that's what I call Triple A service.
Fuck!
Oh, fuck! Medic! Medic!
I need a medic over here!
- Lockdown protocol! - Don't move!
We're here live
in front of the ICC in The Hague...
where a truck bomb has just plowed
into a crowd of protestors.
Emergency!
It's a critical health situation!
We need immediate air and ground support!
Focus on me, Bryce.
Bryce! Focus on me.
I'd really rather not.
All units. All units.
Stay with me, Bryce. Stay with me.
I did my job. You go do yours.
Go! You gotta go get that motherfucker!
Freeze! On your knees.
Tower, AirMed 1 requests priority clearance...
to restricted zone for casualty extraction.
Officer, the building is in lockdown.
Dukhovich does not leave his cell.
Let's go!
It's over, Assistant Director.
Give up.
I didn't want to do this, Amelia.
I swear to you.
Oh, fuck!
Michael! Michael!
- Michael, you hear me? - Are you okay? Yeah?
- Yeah. - Good, good, Good.
You? Oh, no.
- You're bleeding. - Oh, no, no, no. I'm fine.
I'll get some help.
Stay here.
Take her down!
Ahh, ahh, ahh!
Up on the ledge, Dookie man.
You heard me, bitch! Up on the ledge!
The look on your face.
You're so proud.
Darius Kincaid...
about to be a hero, save the day.
None of that matters.
There is no redemption,
no atonement for a man like you.
Your whole life has been but a trail of corpses...
and I will be just another dead body on the pile!
Go ahead! Finish me!
But don't think for a moment it will change what you are.
I don't give a fuck about all of that!
You fucked up when you shot...
my bodyguard.
Who?
Dukhovich. It's Dukhovich.
Okay, here's what I'm thinking.
Celebrity security.
It's low stress.
Boy bands and shit, right?
One of those guys gets killed,
nobody's getting all that mad at me.
- Well, we'll figure it out. - We will?
Yo!
What a brother gotta do to get arrested up in this bitch?
Can't someone just Taser him?
I mean, like, a non-lethal Taser.
Director Casoria.
My deal still good?
You definitely held up your end, Mr. Kincaid.
Agent Roussel,
why don't you go find Mr. Kincaid some handcuffs.
With pleasure.
You were right to trust your instincts.
Well done.
Thank you, ma'am.
- You're welcome. - For what?
I got you a front row seat to the Roussel show...
and I got you that all-access backstage pass
to that ass you've been wanting so bad.
You did what?
Well, you know, when you jumped out of the car...
- I gave her the 411 on you. - I didn't jump out of the...
I went through the fucking windshield.
- Semantics. - Semantics?
Semantics. Yeah, just another way
of saying the same thing...
I know what semantics means.
I also know that I don't need to take love advice from you.
Oh, really? So tell me how that love life shit
was going before I showed up.
You know, she's gonna be right back,
and that's it.
Last chance to run.
I'm going along with the program
till Sonia's free.
Then I do my thing.
You really think it's gonna be that easy, do you?
Motherfucker, please.
You know when I want some shit to pop, it pops.
Like that shot through that tittie-small window
on Kurosawa's plane.
Okay, that's enough out of you.
Show me the face you made
- when that shit went down. - That still stings, all right?
I know you wasn't expecting that shit to happen.
Yeah, I was expecting you
to blow my client's head off.
Did you have that "Home Alone" face,
like ooh!
Do you guys have handcuffs?
Do you have any?
A worldwide red notice
was issued today for contract killer Darius Kincaid.
Kincaid has escaped from Her Majesty's prison Belmarsh.
The notorious hitman is almost certainly armed,
and considered extremely dangerous.
Oh, baby.
It's so romantic that you broke out of prison
for our anniversary.
No way was I gonna miss it this year, Corazón.
- Ay, mi cucaracha. - Happy anniversary.
Happy anniversary, motherfucker.
Okay, let's go.
Doing over!
Be quiet on set, please.
Quiet.
Pipe down.
Okay. Stand by, Ryan.
Holding on the church bells.
Hold the roll, please.
Sorry, Ryan.
Just waiting on church bells, mate.
Yeah. Where are they coming from?
Where are they coming from?
Still rolling.
All right, send Max,
send Max down, would you?
Max, go find out what the fuck is going on down there.
Jesus, is this the director's cut?