Johnny English Reborn Page #2

How exciting!

Now, what's your poison?

Can I get you something?

We've got vodka, rum.

Your safety is our priority.

But you can help us by familiarizing

yourself with this leaflet.

Crme de menthe, a smidgen of port,

and that's about it, I'm afraid.

I'm Shirley.

Hello, Shirley.

Just a tad to your left, Shirley.

Thank you.

I say, Wing Commander!

- Well played, sir! Well played!

- Just like a gladiator!

Come on. Put 'em up.

Well played, sir! Well played!

More champagne, my lovely.

Certainly, sir.

Tucker' are you sure

you don't want a Shandy or something?

I have got to finish this

mission report, sir.

And Pegasus wants to see us

as soon as we touchdown.

The mission report?

Oh, come on, Tucker. Live a little.

You should learn to savour success.

Work hard,

play hard. Isn't that right...

Barbara?

Vortex is finished

But better still,

for years I believed what happened

in Mozambique was my fault.

Now I realise it was only partly my fault.

What did happen in Mozambique?

Excuse me, sir. We're coming in to land.

Can I stow that overhead for you?

Certainly.

Sir, I don't think he's a "Susan."

But then you're not a linguist,

are you, Tucker'?

It's not "Susan," it's "Shoooshan."

From the Xinzhou region,

unless I'm very much mistaken.

Thank you, Shoooshan.

Foreign Secretary.

I hope you've got something

for us, English.

The Prime Minister is extremely concerned.

He has every reason to be so.

There is a plot to kill

the Chinese Premier.

Masterminded by a group of

ruthless assassins called Vortex.

Good Lord.

The danger, however, has been averted.

Now that we have this.

- English?

- Now, I know what you're going to say,

it's a pretty small object

Well, it's often the little things

that pack the biggest punch.

- After all, David killed Goliath with a pebble.

- Sir.

The mighty Vortex has been slain

by my possession of this small key.

Shoooshan.

Susan.

We got it, but Fisher talked.

Understood. We'll deal with English.

You've got some more cleaning to do.

Mummy, Mummy! Mr Rhubarb's here!

Izzie, darling, why don't you

show him into the conservatory?

I'll be with you in just a minute.

Okay. Come on, come on, let's go!

- Shall we?

- Hurry up, Mr Rhubarb

Perhaps when you've found your key,

you'll give me a call.

I'm very sorry, Foreign Secretary.

I had hoped to have more for you.

Oh, God.

Pegasus! I've got her!

Come on, you witch.

English?

She was in Hong Kong! She's the killer!

She's my mother!

Couldn't she be both?

Mummy, Mummy, are you all right?

Let me get you a cup of tea.

- You'll be fine, Mummy.

- Who was that man?

Yeah, I think a cup of tea,

that's what's required.

Pegasus, I am truly, truly sorry.

Don't apologise to me. Apologise to her.

I cannot apologise enough, Mrs Pegasus.

It was a simple case of mistaken identity,

I'm afraid.

Now, I completely understand

how upset you are,

but I was hoping perhaps...

Sir!

Tucker! That's her!

It's the killer from Hong Kong!

- No, it's not her, sir.

- It is! This time it's really her!

- It's not her, sir!

- Yes, it is!

Make way!

Sir.

You murderous crone!

Granny! What's he doing?

Take that! And that!

Hey! Stop it.

English!

I've got her this time, Pegasus!

This is the witch who works for Vortex!

Want any more' you old hag?

- English!

- Granny!

You humiliate me

in front of the Foreign Secretary,

you lose our only lead on Vortex,

and then you try and kill my mother!

Twice!

Pegasus, we have another lead.

Vortex was in Mozambique!

They were responsible

for the death of President Chambal!

No! You were responsible

for the death of President Chambal.

Well, you certainly gave Mr Rhubarb

a run for his money.

Still, at least we know Vortex

was in Mozambique.

When you told Pegasus,

you displayed all four indicators

of someone telling the truth.

This is a facial action

coding system.

Its high-speed cameras

record microexpressions,

invisible to the naked eye.

It detects what we call emotional leakage.

Ms Sumner, I'm a trained agent.

I don't "leak."

I want to take you back to Mozambique.

Is that really necessary?

Take a look at this.

I want to take you

back to Mozambique.

There.

Could we call that leakage?

Now, play ball.

I'm taking a risk being here after hours.

If Vortex was in Mozambique,

perhaps you saw something.

I'm going to take you back there

using hypnosis.

Oh, please.

Spare me the new age mumbo jumbo.

Mr English' please. I'm a professional.

I'm not going to just snap my fingers

and make you say the first thing

that comes into your head.

Plump pillows.

Excuse me?

Brilliant mind. Beautiful face.

Incredible.

And completely out of my league.

Mmm.

I'd like to take you back to Mozambique.

Tell me what's happening, Johnny.

Where are you?

President Chambal's

inauguration day.

Yes, you're head of security.

Everything's going perfectly.

Today we climb the mountain!

Agent English.

The people

have spoken, and the message is clear.

A future of peace and prosperity!

The backup electrical supply has been cut.

No, it hasn't. It's been turned off.

Do you know how to turn it on?

I should be getting back.

Well, operations like this

are always difficult.

But it's very satisfying

when you get a result.

The President couldn't be in safer hands.

The future belongs to Mozambique!

Thank you.

The fireworks have begun.

The sound of freedom and celebration.

Easy, Johnny. Easy. Go back.

Before the Jacuzzi, what did you see?

Yes.

Fisher.

On the terrace with two others.

Yes. All three members of Vortex

were there that day.

Who can you see?

Who can you see, Johnny?

Artem Karlenko.

Artem Karlenko, double agent.

Recruited by MI7 in Moscow.

Retired after his penchant for

killing people threatened his cover.

Five years ago, he turned up here

as Sergei Pudovkin.

Rich, very rich.

A member of the exclusive

Oakwood Golf Club,

which is where you'll

be meeting him.

He's in a match play competition, sir.

I'm making you his opponent for the day.

Done it, sir.

You're booked in as Mr Peter Adams.

Thank you, Tucker.

If Karlenko is Vortex,

I want you to bring him in. Alive.

Mr Pussykin?

Pudovkin. And you must be Mr

Um...

Adams.

Beautiful car, Mr Adams.

Ah, the Royce.

Ready, sir.

Thank you.

Shall we?

Let's go.

Command accepted.

So, what line of business are you in,

Mr Adams?

Pudovkin.

Sorry. Yes, I'm Mr Adams, and you're Mr...

Whoever you said you were

- Well...

- Stop!

Sorry, I thought I had forgotten something.

Glove, sir'?

I may not know much about golf, Tucker,

but I know how to hold the bat.

Shot, sir.

So, what line of business

are you in, Mr Puddykin?

I made my money

in the removals business.

A friend of mine had shares

in a removals business. Titus Fisher.

You haven't come across him at all?

I warn you, Mr Adams,

not to stray into the rough.

You get in there, you might never come out.

I'll bear that in mind, Mr Puddykin.

Pudovkin. Please.

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