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what it is. I think it's the f***ing hair.

I like your hair.

I like a little danger, too.

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

Oh, sh*t!

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah.

DARRYL:
Harry, there's a wet

work order out on you. Did you hear me?

- You've been targeted for assassination.

- (DOOR OPENS CLOSES)

- How long?

- The asset's en route.

Thanks, Darryl.

- I really have to go to the ladies room.

- You're not going anywhere.

(GRUNTING)

I have it within my power

to level nations.

Think one little b*tch from the CIA

will pose much of a threat, huh?

Agent Victoria Phair.

(CRACKING)

(YELLS)

F***!

- VICTORIA:
Harry. Harry, help!

- On my way!

- You f***ed up, b*tch.

- F*** you!

Get the f*** up! Get up!

Pick up your legs! Move!

Move! Come on! Come on!

- (GROANS)

- (GRUNTS)

It's a shame really. We're out of time.

I was looking forward to seeing

how far you were willing to go.

- HARRY:
Don't think so.

- (GRUNTS)

(ALL SCREAMING)

I got it.

- I had him.

- Oh, you are so male right now.

Come on.

Stay down!

That's enough! That's enough!

I don't know who this kung fu cocksucker

is, but get him the f*** out of here!

And none of you, dumb fucks talk sh*t!

Walk, b*tch. Walk! Faster!

(GROANS, COUGHS)

(GROANING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Where's your car? Where's your car?

- Let's go. Hit it.

- (ENGINE REVS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

- How well do you know Jersey?

- Huh?

Forget it. Can you go any faster?

Pick-up, you dumb motherf***er.

Have you talked to my brother?

- What the f*** are you laughing at?

- Motherf***er!

- Abraham Lincoln Elementary.

- Abraham Lincoln Elementary!

Oh, I went there for like a year.

It was kind of cool.

- Oh, go there! I got you!

- Go!

VICTORIA:
I love this drive-thru.

Anyone up for a taco?

Drive-thru. Tacos?

- Which one?

- How many are there?

- There's like four or five!

- F***!

But the only one with a drive-thru

is on Tennessee.

Go! Go! Tennessee.

- Kris, this is a one-way!

- (HORN HONKS)

Kris!

Sh*t!

- Whoa, that was close. (LAUGHING)

- Kris, you're crazy.

Where are we going?

Well, if I told you, I'd have

to kill you, which, full disclosure,

I would love nothing more. But, uh...

Sorry about your face.

There they are. There they are!

- Slow down. Slow down.

- Okay.

Slow down.

Okay. So, what do you want me to do?

Alright, look.

If you don't hear from me in an hour

call Robertson at this number.

- You got it?

- Got it.

So, what do I do if he doesn't answer?

- Just stay in the car.

- Okay.

- Are you sure you don't want me to come in?

- Stay in the car!

Okay.

Hey.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN BACKGROUND)

(GRUNTS)

(WHOOSHING)

(WHISTLING)

(GRUNTING)

(SNORING)

Dad. Dad.

- Harry.

- Dad.

- Are you alright?

- Yeah.

Are you okay?

Does anyone know you're here?

- Did you follow protocol?

- Dad...

are you okay?

Harry... focus.

Does anyone know you're here?

No.

No one knows you're here?

No. The last person

I spoke to was Uncle Ken.

Look, I'm sorry, Dad. I f***ed up.

No, son.

You did everything you could.

We're fine.

No one knows we're here.

Dad?

Give us a minute.

- I'm sorry about all this, Harry.

- What's going on, Dad?

Retaliation.

I don't understand.

Retaliation for your mother.

What's this got to do with Mom?

The CIA leaked my cover.

Correction...

the CIA gave up my cover.

Cost me your mother.

Almost cost me you.

You stole the CONDOR.

As payback.

So you're just gonna turn your back

on everything you stood for?

They turned their back on me first, Harry.

- Where's Victoria?

- She's here.

I want to see her.

She is no longer your concern.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Give me the Patriarch Key.

You're killing him.

The only thing

Harry's ever wanted in life...

was to be like you.

- (EXHALES)

- Give me the key.

Bye.

(PHONE BUZZING)

Well, the buyers are here.

Send them in.

And bring my son up.

He'll wanna see this.

Goddammit.

- F***ing little b*tch.

- F*** off.

Get the f*** up. Get the f*** up!

Yeah, yeah.

This is a nice f***ing jacket, brother.

Where'd you get this jacket?

Oh, you don't feel like talking much?

Ivan!

This place like Russia, cold and wet.

Very good for the skin,

that's what they say.

Good skin is for hookers and potatoes.

I hadn't thought of it that way.

As promised... the CONDOR.

- This is it?

- Yeah. This is it.

Demonstration, please.

(BEEPING)

Goddamn, we're online!

And it's done.

Half of China just lost cell reception.

- Sir, the CONDOR just activated.

- What's its target?

A Chinese telecommunications network.

Son of a b*tch!

Guard!

Guard.

- I have to go to the little girls' room.

- So go in your f***ing pants.

You're not gonna really

let me hang here, are you?

Come here.

(GROANS)

(YELLING)

Pleasure doing business with you.

Don't do this.

We've met before, you and I.

Excuse me?

Not face-to-face.

But our paths have crossed.

You sure? 'Cause I would remember.

December 21st, 2004.

- Ring a bell?

- December...

No. I'm sorry, it doesn't.

It means everything to me.

To my son.

'Cause that is the day that you

purchased my cover from CIA

and sold it to Dmitri Kovrov.

The day you signed

my wife's death sentence.

- I did no such thing.

- Shut your f***ing mouth.

Drake.

- (GASPS)

- (GUNSHOTS)

Say her name.

Say her name!

- I don't know!

- I'll help you.

Kate Turner!

Kate... Kate Turner!

Harry. Harry.

For your mother.

Finish it off.

F*** you.

F*** you, and your dead mother!

Alright. Alright.

Hands up!

Higgins, put away your weapon.

- Sir?

- Holster your weapon.

Looks like you had a busy day.

Higgins, put the CONDOR in the car.

- Take it back to Prague.

- Ken. Shut the f*** up.

- What the f*** are you doing, Leonard?

- F*** if I know.

Take a step back. Back the f*** up.

- What the f*** are you talking about?

- You back away from the CONDOR,

or I will blow a f***ing round

right through your dumb f***ing skull.

Do you understand?

- It didn't have to be like this, friend.

- No. It was Sitterson.

I tried to keep you out of this, Harry.

Lord knows I tried.

But you're a Turner thru and thru.

Stubborn as hell.

- Who put the hit on my kid?

- I didn't want to, but I had no choice.

I couldn't have him sabotaging everything

I worked so hard to put into motion.

But we could still save this.

There's 150 million bucks in an account.

I take the CONDOR,

we're talking billions. Billions!

Step back. Step... back.

Ken, you're a smart guy. You think anybody's

walking out of here with the CONDOR.

What are you waiting for?

You broke the deal, Leonard.

Dad?

- Dad!

- Harry, get the CONDOR.

Put the gun down.

F***ing dead, b*tch!

- Stop him, Harry!

- Ken!

You like diamonds, b*tch? (GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

HARRY:
Ken!

You're tenacious, kid. I'll give you that!

(GRUNTING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GROANS) Sorry.

HARRY:
Dad! Dad! I got it!

(GROANING)

Let me lean you up.

You're good.

(SIRENS IN BACKGROUND)

- You ready?

- Let's roll.

Let's load up.

(BIRDS SQUAWKING)

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