Extraction Page #3

VICTORIA:
I was instructed to put you

on the first flight back to Prague.

- Did they say when?

- Immediately.

Immediately? That can mean

a lot of different things.

Hm. I'm pretty sure "immediately"

means right f***ing now.

Well, you know, time's gonna be tight.

I have to save my dad, save the world,

and I just have a feeling we are not

gonna make that next flight.

(GUN C*CKS)

Well, sh*t, Vic.

I'm not going just yet.

Look, the CONDOR goes live in 16 hours.

So give me 16 hours.

Then you can take me back

to Prague, Langley,

whatever the f*** you wanna take me.

I give you my word.

We find the CONDOR,

shut it down with the Patriarch Key,

and if you find your dad, great.

Then you're on the next flight back

with me to Prague. Do you understand?

- Are we clear?

- Crystal.

Grab your helmet.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(GARAGE OPENS)

MAN:
Mr. Turner...

we need the Patriarch Key.

Get him ready.

Understood, sir.

I'm still running down the Ciocan.

Agent Harry Turner? I lost him

at the bar, but, don't worry.

I'm sure I'll be running into him shortly.

Yes, sir. Immediately.

I'll let him know when I see him.

Do not make me regret this.

Oh, my God, can you hurry up?

I don't have all night.

Hey, what's going on? What are you doing?

- You should go.

- Okay.

We got business.

- I don't f***ing know you. What business?

- You know her?

Really? What do you think I'm trying to do?

I'm trying to get to know her.

(BARREL SPINS)

(SCOFFS) Really?

Vinn... Vinn... Vinn...

Where is your brother?

What brother?

- I have a lot of brothers.

- (GUN CLICKS)

- Drake.

- F*** you!

(GUN CLICKS)

Now, Vinn, we need to help

each other out here.

You see, I need an answer to my question.

And you need to not get

your face blown off.

Now, where is your brother?

(SPITS)

(CHUCKLES)

- (SCREAMS) God!

- Turner!

- Goddamn!

- (GUN CLICKS)

- Ah!

- Turner!

(GUN CLICKS)

- One left, Vinn.

- Turner, stop!

I'm gonna see him... I'm gonna

see him tonight, goddammit!

- Where?

- The Lodge. The f***ing Lodge!

- The Lodge.

- I know it.

It's a swanky nightclub downtown.

Now, let's go.

HARRY:
So how swanky is the Lodge?

VICTORIA:
A VIP guest list.

It's almost impossible to pay to get in.

If you're gonna be a part of this,

this cowboy bullshit has got to stop.

It worked, didn't it?

- (BUZZING)

- (MUFFLED GROANING)

Can you get us into the Lodge or not?

I can't.

But I know who can.

(GRUNTING)

You guys are gonna love it there.

It's the hottest club I know.

Oh, there it is!

- Here. Put this on.

- No.

- This is no time to be modest, V.

- Don't you have a pants suit?

Uh, stop objecting, take it and put it on.

You're gonna thank me later.

Thank you. And you.

Actually, you look pretty good.

Maybe just a little product in the hair.

Tres magnifique and awesome, bro!

Oh, and you gotta lose

the white boy hoodie. No.

WOMAN:
Sir, we just received this.

(BEEPING)

My name is Leonard Turner.

I am an agent

with the Central Intelligence Agency,

and I have been taken hostage

by Al-dawla Sayyaf.

In approximately 14 hours,

the CONDOR will go live

and Al-dawla Sayyaf will have control

over the world's telecommunications.

This message will be followed

by their demands.

If those demands are not met in time,

all missile silos will be activated

with coordinates

set... in the continental United States.

The demands are as follows...

Pause it.

Hey! You.

No peek-sies.

Nothing he hasn't seen before.

- Really? You two?

- Ancient history, Kris.

Well, don't stop there, slut.

Tell me more. Tell me more.

- Well, I was assigned to the field.

- And I wasn't.

Well, maybe this is your second chance.

Wow!

Damn, I'm good.

I'm about to go get myself ready.

I can't have you stealing

all the attention from the boys.

Hey, and that dress stays on

while I'm gone, hero. No handsies.

Can you help?

This totes reminds me of...

- Williamsburg.

- Yeah.

We were good together, weren't we?

When we were together.

When we weren't, we weren't.

It got complicated.

I like complicated. Easy's boring.

- Do you ever think...

- Always.

We should focus.

(BEEPING)

(HELICOPTER OVERHEAD)

(PHONE RINGS)

- KEN:
Where are you, kid?

- Standing outside some nightclub downtown.

- Probably not the best time to go dancing.

- I know where Drake is.

Listen to me, kid. It's not Drake.

It's not the Ciocan.

- It's Al-dawla Sayyaf.

- No, that...

I just watched the tape with my own

f***ing eyes. Now, listen to me,

for your sake, for your dad's,

for mine, for Pete's sake, stand down!

- Ken...

- Stand down, Harry!

- So I just spoke with Higgins and he...

- Al-dawla Sayyaf?

Yeah.

That's bullshit.

Think it's a misdirect?

Only one way to find out.

Okay, hey! You're both in! Come on!

In case we get separated.

So what's the plan?

Get inside. Find Drake.

- Ask him where my dad is.

- So the plan is you have no plan.

Works in the movies.

You're ridiculous.

Stick with me, kid.

You might learn something.

KEN:
Sir, with your permission,

I'd like to head up to Jersey.

Something about this whole Al-dawla Sayyaf

just doesn't sit right with me.

Alright, fine.

- I'm sending Higgins with you.

- But, sir...

- He's already in the air.

- DJ:
Alright party people, let's turn it up!

(HOUSE MUSIC PLAYS)

Oh, no, no, no. Listen, listen, listen...

(CONTINUES INDISTINCT)

It's that he does not know when to quit.

Yeah. Let her through, goddammit.

My father sent me to let you know

he's really pleased doing business with you.

That's awesome. How is your father?

I f***ing love that guy.

Too many women, too much vodka.

So, seeing anyone

these last couple of years?

It's none of your business.

Hey, handsome, can I interest you

in a specialty cocktail?

You want a shot?

- Uh, no.

- No?

- Let me know if you need anything else.

- Thank you.

- Anything else.

- I just might do that.

Make some room, please.

Tell your father our relationship

is in good standing.

I'll let him know.

There he is.

Stop smiling.

Kris. Remember New Orleans?

(GASPS) Oh! Who are we seducing?

Him? Really?

You always did have a weird taste.

Uncool, Ms. Phair. Uncool.

Don't be jelly, Turner.

- What's your name, beautiful?

- What?

Jesus, f***ing crazy wasted.

- What's your name?

- Whatever you want it to be, babe.

- Heather. I like Heather.

- (CHUCKLES)

That's my mom's name.

- Mm.

- Can I have, uh... some more?

- Absolutely.

- Thank you.

So, Heather?

You like to kiss both men and women?

I can't hear you.

Can we go somewhere private possibly?

Absolutely.

(YELLS INDISTINCT)

Please show this lovely lady

to the private room.

Private room...

Thank you, sir.

(WHISTLES)

Get the f*** out.

You too, princess.

I've always wanted to try this.

Yeah? Well, don't break it.

I'm in this a**hole's p*ssy palace.

Jesus. You just call me

if you're in trouble.

Uh-huh. I'm glad

you came back here with me.

People say I'm dangerous, I don't know

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