From Paris with Love (2010) - full transcript

{ CAR RADIO SEARCHING }

{ ?? FRENCH SONG PLAYING ?? }

{ DOOR KNOKING }

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 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.
- Cos 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 Pesky back in 72.

Ya!
- Parking lot, No 17, Rue Lescaut...

7 sections, silver series,
5 BMW's same as before.

Yes.

Checkmate, sir.

What! Wait, wait.

Excuse me sir, they need me downstairs
to review

the summer 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.

I love the French.

{ TYRE SQUEKING }

{CELL PHONE RINGING }

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 that 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.

{ DOOR KNOKING }

Hi
{ LAUGHING }

Did you saved the world today, James?

If only you knew, Caroline.

Tell me, what have you done?

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 kind of familiar though.
- It should.

Their our bedroom curtains.

{ BOTH LAUGHING }

Alright.

So what are we eating for dinner?

Wow,Wow what you say
Is it not part of French tradition that
women 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 the 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.

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.

Did I mention that our previous meeting...

The president is extremely pleased with the
way your cabinet and your 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

{ COUGHING }
A conditions of the reduction
of international debt.

We are also very pleased Thomas.

Cough Candy?
- 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. Absolutely
remarkable. You must see them.

You know we have several Goya's
in New York at the Frick Museum.

Have you?

Caroline

Caroline

{ SCREAMING}
-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.

{ CELL PHONE RINGING }

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 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 a promotion.
- That's wonderful.

So at least we have two things to celebrate
tonight. - Two things to celebrate?

What else?

{ LAUGHING }

{ BOTH LAUGHING }

It was my father's.

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

I love you.

Promise that you never take it off.
- I promise.

Sure you want to marry a guy
with my line of work?

Who else is going to sew the bullet holes
in your coats when you get shot.

I'll be waiting.
- You bet.

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

American hating frog leg eating snail sucking
motherfucking cocks sucking bureaucrat.

Cos 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.
- Non Monsieur

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 Monsieur.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

They've got a real problem with those cans.
- Lord, 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 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 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 Cowhides.

Polish just take whatever it takes.
Just get it done.

Why don't I try a little more saddle.

Diplomatic Mail

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 cost' 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?

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
dramatic 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 fame... going on...??

To death do us part.

{ CHINESE MUSIC PLAYING }
??

No gravy.

Leave it up to the French
to fuck up China's no. 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!

Foe Yong has got nothing to do
with what's in that dish.

Oh! So you're not only a chess master,
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. - 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 he?

I was looking for a Pakistani Chinese dish.
- No dessert, just fortune cookies.

Oh! Then just order off the menu then.

Cream Brule 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 outs 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?

Not blow.

FUCK Aaargh!

Where is the blow?

No blow!

Empty that vase and collect some
of that shit.

Do 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 2 people
removed from the chef has got the recipe

for this fine product.

You tell whoever you work for. I didn't
kill you cost' I've got a message for him.

Wax on, Wax off.

Come on, partner.

Reece give me the keys
- come on.

{ TYRE SQUEKING }

Wow 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 going to 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 car was a girl
name Charlotte.

Charlotte!
Yeah.

Scored some shit at that Chinese restaurant
and next thing 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 Defence?s niece.

The Secretary Of Defence 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,Hey! Yo, you can't park here.
- Well, I just did.

Common merci you pard...

Hey! there's a secret code. Let me just...
- Let me I'm really good at guessing.

There is a. 9 mm and two clips.

Well I prefer sending my partners in
with something a little heavier.

So I would skip the Glocks and go
with these '357.

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

Oh Shit!

Use your Cambridge level 2...

Tell them you're interested
in what they?re selling.

These are Dragons head's, I think we should
just buy what they're selling

and get the hell outs here.

Man! I just gave you a straight up
Hong Kong, Shaw Brother. Kung Fu

motherfucking Chop Sieuw show and you'll
worried about this candy ass street gang.

- That was the gang's kitchen staff!
- Kitchen staff? They're no kitchen staff

No kitchen staff hoss'

- Well maybe not.

But these guys are going to make those
guys look like choir boys.

Well they're no LA Maria Via gang?
These some Asians dude.

Now we're cool in the Asians man. Am
I right brother?

Wrong, brother!

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 so you think there are?

Last census? About a billion.

{ CHINESE MUSIC PLAYING }
??

Translate for me.
- Okay.

I want an address book with every dealer,
pimp and prostitutes 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 outs the way!
Get out.

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 are a bit 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'll cool?

This is all official business right?

From the King on down.
- Thanks 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 the drug dealer.

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

Will you leave your cell phone for a second?

I just need to make this one call. Okay!

Calling your girl isn?t going to 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...

{CELL PHONE LOW BATTERY }

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 my beauty would be in
my car with me.

This is not the same stuff that the
Secretary of Defence?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 Defence?s niece!
- Are you high?

There is no niece.

Whoa! 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 about?

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.

Next apartment. Some drug addicts.

Is that the guy you going to kill?
- I didn't say I was going to kill him.

Just tell him I'm going to party.
- Party?

Yeah, tell him we want two big interjection
in that building.

Go ahead tell him.

Bonjour!

My friend and I.
- And you would like to watch?

Enjoy! they're repel I got them off
a suite in Thailand.

What about the pimp?
- Go for it whatever gets shock.

How about I get off this elevator?

James?
- Caroline? Caroline, Caroline!

The cool thing about French chicks you know?
Is as uptight as an American drawers.

Well she's not very French like that, Wax!

And she's definitely want to 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, no after the fact that I told her
how you pulled the trigger saved the day.

You think I'm just going to 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!

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 rag head pushing a wheel cart
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.

What 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.

Is this crazy partner that they got
me working with. Okay.

What? The pimp partner? He didn't exactly
look like the embassy type to me.

He's not. He's known specifically
for this one job.

Well I don't like you living means working
guys like him.

Caroline! I don't like it either.

Then stop doing whatever it is you're doing
and bring your friend for dinner if you want.

But please come home.
- Open up the door!

Shit... Open up.
- I would 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 Pakistani pimp, kill the
fucker. - I am not going to 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.

Miss out on the finer things that Paris
has to offer?

What?

After all this mess that we've been thru',
you're just going to let him 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 re assignment 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 just figuring Paris and all you know...

shithole should be nicer.

brings me back to the day.

Yeah! I don't remember them being
particularly happy days.

Now. See I always would' figure you
for a Cambridge man. All the way.

Cyprus Houses, East New York.

Shit. really?

{ LAUGHING }

You didn't get out much did you?
- Not really.

I was the only kids that made 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 getting out?
Kirk or Spock?

Uhura.

There here we go!

Hello, do you speak English?

My friend and I are looking to beam inside.

That is American dollar.

Wait here.

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 10 year old points
a gun to your face.

You do whenever the fucks he wants.
Now get down here.

He just wants our baling.

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 going to 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 mix with a little
flour? Right?

Now give me a kilo?
- A kilo?

You think this is Bogot??
- What the fuck am I going to do with 5 grams?

Maybe you can sniff it off your
homeboy's ass?

Now you can get off your jarring 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.

And if more than a kilo it's 15 years
in prison.

Wouldn't it be a shame for these motherfucker
to get caught for 5 k. 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 my fucking ring back.

Tell us where that 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.

Where you going to be?
What's the made for him?

He's going to be like the 26th guy in the last
24 hours. Hey! That's about a guy an hour.

All heads up. Go!

Relax old man I'm not going to 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.

Okay Rasid. Let's see we're going to truffle
your buddies or throw it on down there.

How's it look?
- About 6 they're closing up shop.

Okay. Tell you what we're going to do.

I am going to take the scenic route.

And you my friend are going to go downstairs
to the tenth floor...

and shoot anybody that comes thru' that door.
You'll going to 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, 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. Alright 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 nothing.

The cops will be here soon.

Damn this place is chirping with Intel.

C'mon 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 heading?

I'll just following the bouncing
ball right now that leads to you.

I got nothing to do with this Wax.
Well that's not what the evidence tells us.

Let's go. C'mon let's go!

They're heading 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 got to 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.

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

You want to 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.
Help to save the world a little bit.

Why don't you have a sit here
and reflect our eventful day.

I'm going to shoot the shit with
these trench coats.

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 till the trench coats call us and
tell us we can.

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

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

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

I know you didn't.

But it's okay, it's not going in 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. Keep your eye at me honest.

You don't need me. Wax!

Oh! You fucking kidding!
Tell them we are not a perfect pair.

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 making men's jaw drop?

Working 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 pick up 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.

{ CELL PHONE RINGING }
-Excuse me.

Yup.

Got to go change okay

Hold on.

Yeah I'm listening.

Alright so!

Where were we?

You were telling my friend what clothes
my fianc?e 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?

{ LAUGHING }

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, baldest ass suicides destined,
cold hearted Pakistanis,

motherfucker the south of 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 been modest.
Tell us 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?

No I'm sorry, there is 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 and you listen to me.

Rose was a codeword. Nicole's number on
every Pakistani cell phone that we found.

She's a Pakistani you stupid fuck
doesn't mean she's a terrorist!

It does when she's your best friend and you
got him living in an apartment that's bugged?

What 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 want to
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 do you wear what they 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, please. Please.

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.

Ump! 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 light bulb.

They'll never put these shit in if they
didn't 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 isn?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?

Could be... could be the peripherique.

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. Africa Aid summit.

They're going to 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 want to 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 they use me?

All Paris bound lanes have been blocked off.
We will be there in a few minutes.

Nah those fuckers on strike on the freeway,
they shouldn't be far.

There he is. Go! GO! Floor it!

{ TYRE SQUEKING }

{ TYRE SQUEKING }

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 got to look inside!

Ah fuck you're right. She's not there.

Shit I'm on my way to the summit.
- Okay yeah, I will be behind ya!

I got to clean this shit up.

Have them turn the motorcade around!

Yes?... Excuse me, Madam...

There's Intel there's a potential threat.
They want us to change our course.

Negative.

Is he done?

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

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 isn?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 going to 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 isn?t going to do the job man.
You'll going to 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?

{ ALARM 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 fianc?e.

Your fianc?e?
- 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.

Excuse me

Excuse me
-Please

Caroline!

Excuse me

Caroline !

Situation control

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

Get down Sir!

Get down!

Drop the weapon Sir!
- Caroline!

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

I do not 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!

{ ALL SCREAMING }

No, no, no! Do not shoot! That vest
might explode.

Caroline, please...

Let me help you.

I don't need any help.

I am in 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.

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
going to get.

Love.

Love.

What the hell is going on? I didn't fly 10
Firkin hours to get my ass melting in this limo.

I'm sure it's for your own safety madam.

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

Wax, Wax! For Christ sake's. Would you please
explain what's going on.

Excuse me, madam. 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?

{ LAUGHING }

Yeah, man.

You know I got this sense...

that you're going to take your act on
the road pretty soon here.

Courtesy of the very appreciative
government.

But I must tell you that I won't be a guest
if you're coming with me.

I got to get back to the apartment Wax.
Got so many things...

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.

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

I thought you were the kind of guy who
didn't like playing chess?

I lied. Sue me.

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

Well I'm going to 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.

{ LAUGHING }

Really?
- Yeah, I'm just talking.