Central Intelligence Page #6

I'll stay in. I'll stay in.

I got a plan.

Might get us both killed but if it works,

it'll be a totally boss story.

Cool?

- No! No, it's not cool!

- Cool.

No, I said it's not cool.

I said it's not cool!

Time's up.

You're right, Pam.

My time is up.

In three, two,

one.

Bob, Bob, Bob!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Oh, sh*t!

Whoo-hoo!

Wow! Did you feel that, Jet?

That was the balls right there!

Hey, did you sh*t yourself a little bit?

It's all right if you did. Totally cool.

I don't judge.

Get it off!

You guys order an Uber?

What are you doing?

You better get your tuches in the car.

You're gonna get shot!

Don't shoot me! Shoot him!

Shoot him! I'm out! I'm out! I'm out!

Let me in! Let me in! Let me in! Go, Bob!

Hey, that's my car!

F*** you!

You get zero stars!

Put the word out to all assets.

I'm doubling the price on Bob's head.

Hey, what the sh*t, honey...

Get Larry on it.

Car, car, car!

All right, here's the dilly-o, Jet.

About three weeks ago,

an enemy of the state

codenamed "The Black Badger"

stole the encryption keys

to the entire US spy satellite program

which he's gonna sell to a buyer from that

auction site on your computer last night.

Bob...

If we lose control of our satellites,

we're completely vulnerable

to any terrorist attacks.

That's why I had to go back

to your office and get you, Jet.

I need your super sweet accounting skills

to help me figure out

the last piece of this puzzle

which is the transaction number

from the winning bid.

That'll tell us

where the deal is going down.

That way, we can get The Black Badger.

I can't do it without you, Jet.

Are you kidding me? I'm not helping you.

You attacked somebody with a banana.

- A banana, force multiplier.

- What?

Well, basically what that means

is anything in your hand

is far more dangerous than just your

bare hands alone, including a banana.

Oh!

Oh! Ah!

- A force multiplier!

- Yeah.

Yeah, that's what it is.

It makes so much more sense to me now.

That's page-one CIA stuff.

I almost forgot

that I wasn't in the f***ing CIA!

Stop the car.

You stop the car right now! Stop the car!

Okay, okay. That's a great idea, Jet.

We should get off the grid right now.

Whoa!

All right. We're clear.

Okay.

Okay. Let's just take some deep breaths.

Okay? Deep breaths.

All you gotta do is get out of this car

and have a rational conversation

with Bob and he'll understand.

Robert, I would like to

go home now, please.

Buddy, you and me both.

But until we clear our names,

there's no going home.

I'm sorry, can you clarify

that last sentence for me?

Yeah, well, now that you're in...

Let me stop you right there. I'm not in.

I never said that I was in.

In fact, I expressly remember

saying that I was out!

I know, but they think you're in.

I am...

I'm f***ing out! I'm out!

- What's left to tell?

- Hey, no, I get it.

- I'm not in!

- I'm just saying they think you're in.

- I'm not in! I am not in!

- I get it.

I'm not in! I'm out!

One sec, Jet, just gotta disable the GPS.

Where did you...

You wanna go under... That's fine!

Wait a minute.

You did this on purpose, didn't you?

This whole thing was done on purpose.

This is your plan!

You tricked me!

It's fine, but I know you tricked me.

- Trick you?

- You tricked... Hey, boy!

What? What'd you just...

I didn't trick you,

you offered to help me.

You know what's funny? Harris told me.

She told me everything, man.

She told me that you stole the codes.

Let me tell you something about Harris.

You can't trust her.

She's already trying to frame me

for my partner's murder!

- You killed your partner?

- No.

I would never do that.

The Black Badger killed my partner.

Let me explain to you something, dude.

This is what happened.

After The Black Badger

stole the satellite encryption codes,

my partner Phil and I

tracked him to a penthouse in Kiev.

- Hey, Phil.

- Yeah.

I'll see you on the other side.

See you on the other side.

All right.

God, I love that guy.

He knew we were coming, so he set a trap.

Hey, Bob! Bob!

No!

Phil was my partner, my teammate

- and I couldn't save him.

- No!

It was awful, Cal.

It was a setup, right from the get-go.

Damn, man.

The Black Badger was never there.

I should've been the one

on that elevator, not Phil.

God.

Okay. Bob, please...

I'm begging you, man.

Can you just let me go home?

CJ, I totally understand.

But right now,

Agent Harris and her taskforce

has that place surveilled up the yin-yang.

She's got contract killers looking for us.

Your place isn't safe.

Oh, my God. Maggie.

Maggie! What the hell

am I supposed to do about Maggie?

Get down, Jet!

Sh*t! Oh!

Look out, Bob!

Who the hell is that? Who is that? Bob?

Oh, sh*t.

Larry.

Thought you retired.

I did.

But you're worth a lot of money,

Bob, dead or alive.

Well, tough luck,

because I've got back up.

Ain't that right, Jet?

Jet!

Hey, baby. I know. I'm sorry I'm late.

The stupid Koplin deposition ran long.

I'm leaving right now.

I'll meet you at the house.

No, no, no! Don't go home!

- Don't go home!

- Why? What's going on?

Nothing! Nothing.

I'm just running late, too.

So I was gonna say

let's just meet at Dr. Dan's office.

Yeah. Okay. Is everything all right?

Yeah! Yeah. Why?

Everything's fine.

Because you kind of sound

like Ray Liotta at the end of Goodfellas.

What?

That's so funny, babe.

That's such a good reference.

That's classic Mags right there.

So, okay. So you're not

gonna go home, right?

Okay, fine. I won't go home.

I'll meet you at Dr. Dan's. See you soon.

Okay. All right, bye.

All right, bye.

Get in.

I'm gonna address

the elephant in the room.

Okay, first of all, you...

You guys, I want to say sorry to.

Because what you're probably thinking

is not what happened.

Accidents!

I know you're like,

"How can you accidentally pistol-whip

somebody and shoot somebody?"

It can happen.

Okay? Today is proof

that it can happen. So...

I'm glad I got to get that off my chest.

Relax, Mr. Joyner. I believe you.

Okay, thank you.

Trust me, I know a

scared-shitless civilian when I see one.

You don't have to convince me.

You got him over here. That is me.

Right now, I'm not comfortable.

Okay, I am scared, okay?

I don't have no sh*t in my system.

If I sat down on a toilet,

nothing's coming out.

Farts or just air.

It'd sound like lasers.

Thank you for that description.

Mr. Joyner, let me explain something.

Bob's last forced psych eval

show a person rapidly losing

his grip on reality.

Bob became obsessed with a ghost,

a figment of his imagination,

he started calling "The Black Badger."

This obsession led to an instability,

first reported by his partner, Phil,

three weeks ago.

Just before Phil was killed in the field.

Do you know how Phil died?

Yeah, Bob told me that

The Black Badger killed him.

What?

What?

Mr. Joyner, Bob Stone is The Black Badger.

Phil was Bob's partner of six years.

His best friend.

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