Johnny English Reborn Page #4

Take him.

Johnny.

Hey! Watch it!

Got him! Move! Move!

Don't lose him. Go, go!

Halt!

Heading west into Vine Street.

Mobilise all vehicles.

Idiot!

You've lost him! I don't believe it.

Oi! Who do you think you are?

Gotcha.

Agent English, pull over! Pullover!

Stop ii!

Get after him.

Kate, Kate, I'm not Vortex.

I've been framed.

You must believe me.

How will it be done?

Same as in Mozambique.

One person, apparently working alone.

Who have you chosen?

Leave that with me.

My account in Zurich.

You've been out for hours

Well, you're lucky it

was just a flesh wound.

Now, look, I'm going to Switzerland tonight,

but you can stay here while I'm gone.

Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm.

I've been going through the news footage

from the night Chambal was killed.

And there's something not right.

Seconds after President Chambal was shot,

the assassin collapses and dies.

And the autopsy says heart failure.

But, if you go through

the classified CCTV footage...

You all right?

Yeah, fine.

Take a look at this.

Fifteen minutes before

the assassination, look, he's manic.

He's completely lost control of his body

And then, suddenly, catatonic.

Here, wait.

There.

Someone was talking to him.

I don't think he had any idea

what he was doing.

I think Vortex's secret weapon...

Is a mind control drug.

And only one fits the symptoms.

Timox... Timoxylin Bubby...

Timoxeline Barbebutenol.

The CIA ordered its destruction

And the agent in charge of its disposal...

Titus Fisher.

I don't know how to thank you.

I'd love a take-away.

Consider it done.

Flying low.

So, Johnny, what are you going to do

about Vortex'?

I don't know. If only Simon was here.

He'd know what to do.

Why do you think he's better than you?

Well, the man's a god.

Well, I prefer mortals.

Pure, complicated, maddening mortals.

I've come to realise

that what's really exciting to me

is great loyalty,

determination, and courage.

You have always fascinated me, clinically.

But now you...

Ms Sumner, your pupils are dilating.

Are they?

Your cheeks are colouring.

Eye contact deepening.

Heart-rate rising.

Ms Sumner,

I believe we're emotionally leaking.

- The bedroom, quickly.

- Absolutely.

Now!

- Hello?

- Hello.

- Oh, Simon.

- Hi, Kate.

You ready? I'll drive you to the airport.

How nice. I'll just get my bag.

You alone?

- No.

- Of course.

Been working?

Been brushing up

on the Chinese PM. You?

We're trying to track clown Johnny English

There's some questions

we want to ask him, about Vortex.

I don't suppose you've seen him, have you?

No.

Not hiding him away?

Not my type. Shall we?

Mmm-hmm.

Ambrose.

There's a Mr Adams to see you, Colin.

- Hello, Tucker.

- What are you doing here?

Every agent in the country is after you.

We were right about Ambrose

What do you mean "we"?

And if we can act fast, we can still...

You wouldn't listen, would you?

You think you know it all. Well' you don't!

Being an agent means everything to me.

And, thanks to you, I'm suspended!

Would you boys like some orange squash?

- No, thank you.

- Bye, thanks, Mum.

Tucker, Ambrose is in Switzerland.

We are in Tooting.

I am here because my country needs me.

And because it needs you, too.

- Royce.

- Ready, sir.

Come.

Obstruction detected.

Set the sat nav for Switzerland

Let's kick some bottom.

You have arrived at

your destination.

Good luck, sir!

Le Bastion. One way up, one way down.

Come on. Let's get the stuff.

Whoa, look. The T-2 ground-to-air missile!

That's a D-7 bulletproof shield.

Take it from me, Tucker.

I was working with these

while you were stringing conkers.

The P-8 grapple hook?

Check.

- Estimated height?

- Thirty-five feet.

All yours, Tucker.

Can I just say, sir'?

This is just great.

Well, go on.

The D-16 ascender, and up we go.

Are you sure that's the ascender, sir?

Yes, yes, I'd know it anywhere.

Agent in distress.

Agent in distress.

Agent in distress.

Agent in distress.

I am over here!

Shut up! Shut up!

I am over here!

Activating visual locator.

Three, two, one.

Intruders in Sector Four!

Dear God, let me not die

at the hands of the Swiss.

Tucker, now listen. I want you to attack me

- What?

- After a struggle,

you can "arrest me"

and take me inside as your prisoner.

- Sir, I can't.

- Tucker, that's an order.

Hit me. Hit me.

Come on, harder.

- Better, sh'?

- Yes, much better.

I can see how people get a taste for this.

I got a better idea. I'll shoot you!

No, no, no.

- Die, Vortex scum!

- Tucker!

Agent Tucker!

It's Johnny English.

Bag him.

The glass can withstand

mortar attack.

The door's one-way.

You can get out, but no one gets in.

Excellent.

You ready, Slater'?

I'll have them send refreshments

to your room

when you're ready, Pegasus.

Thank you, Agent One.

I'll take it from here, boys.

Hold it right there!

Let me see your ID.

- Excuse me

- What the...

Stop!

Warning, this is a

designated conflict zone.

Sir'? Sir?

- Thank you so much

- You're welcome, Pegasus.

Pegasus.

Go on. Go on.

What the hell is that?

Sir'? Sir?

- English!

- Pegasus.

They're going to make you kill Xiang Ping!

You're insane!

Agent One, thank God.

He won't help you.

He's the third member of Vortex.

Aren't you, Simon?

Here to give you some Timoxy bubby...

Timoxy bubby

Timoxy bubby...

To give you a drug that will make you

obey his every command.

I'm intrigued, Simon.

How exactly

were you going to administer it?

By injection?

Some hideous gas through the air vents?

Or by spiking her drink?

Timoxeline Barbebutenol.

He'll enter the manic phase

any moment now.

I have to warn you that I've been

trained to resist this kind of thing.

You swine.

Agent One, what's going on?

He's quite harmless at this phase.

The drug will kill him,

but just before it does,

there'll be a short window

where he'll do everything I tell him to.

Poor Johnny.

You were never really Ml-7, Johnny.

You were never really one of us.

Now you're about to become

our most famous agent.

You'll now do exactly as I tell you.

You are a traitor to the Service

and to your country.

Shut her up, old chap.

- Duck.

- What?

I warned you.

Okay, Slater. Let's get him ready.

Ready.

Premier Ping,

it's a pleasure to finally meet you.

You had a pleasant flight, I trust?

I was just asking the Premier

if he had a pleasant flight.

Kate, Johnny's back on the team.

What?

It's all checked out and the PM

and the Chinese have approved it.

- Approved what?

- He's standing in for Pamela.

Isn't it great?

Excuse me. Agent Tucker.

Good, good.

And your wife is well?

Lock it up, Johnny.

Wonderful.

That's it.

Premier, I am most grateful you have

agreed to meet me at this time.

It is our pleasure.

Maintain that tone, Prime Minister.

Avoid confrontation, keep eye contact.

I can assure you that the Chinese people

have always regarded the British

people as completely horrible.

- Honourable.

- Honourable.

Completely honourable.

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