Kingsman: The Golden Circle Page #2

We last saw him back

at Richmond Valentine's HQ.

EGGSY:
I've caught

a f***ing spy!

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

Like everyone else there...

Charlie had a security implant

in his neck.

A weakness we had no choice

but to exploit.

Hey, Merlin.

Still f***ing spectacular, eh?

Come on, guys, loosen up.

We saved the world.

MERLIN:
Yeah.

Unfortunately, Galahad,

you also saved Charlie.

When you electrocuted him,

you damaged his implant.

Instead of his head exploding...

he only lost an arm

and his vocal chords.

F***er should be thanking me.

And now he's back for revenge?

We don't think so, sir.

We believe he's being recruited

by an unknown organization.

Lancelot?

Got the police autopsy reports

from Charlie's colleagues

in the SUVs.

They're not just goons for hire.

Fingerprints removed.

Teeth filed smooth.

I did a face recognition.

Nothing.

And that thing?

A cosmetic tattoo

made of 24-carat gold.

They all had them.

Seems like we're looking

at some kind of underworld organization.

Senora Poppy has sent me

for my makeover.

Follow me.

Please take your shirt off.

(WHIRRING)

(GROANING)

(YELLING)

(PANTING)

(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING)

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Not that.

This.

The sun is out

The sky is blue

Bon appetit.

There's not a cloud

To spoil the view

But it's raining

Raining in my heart

Oh, misery, misery

What's gonna become of me?

How is it?

It's delicious.

Welcome to Golden Circle.

Raining in my heart

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

EGGSY:
Mmm.

(SPEAKING SWEDISH)

(CHUCKLING)

I think we should

do you the favor

of conversing in English, yes.

So, tell me...

what do you do?

I work for Kingsman,

the tailors, Your Highness.

You may address my daughter

as "Your Highness."

Please address the Queen and

myself with "Your Majesty."

Pappa, this is

a family dinner...

not some state function.

Well then, Eggsy.

(CLEARS THROAT)

What do you make

of the current situation

in the Indian financial markets?

Pappa!

EGGSY:
Uh...

Well...

I don't think we can

underestimate the impact

of ECB's quantitative

easing measures.

And of course,

the liquidity wave

from the US Federal

Reserve rate hike...

getting pushed back.

(CLINKING)

Frida Kahlo.

Well, other than the 1939

acquisition by the Louvre...

she wasn't really acknowledged

until the new Mexicanisimo

art movement...

of the late 1970s.

(CLINKING)

Moorish revival.

Ah. The Palazzo Sammezzano.

In Tuscany.

Beautiful.

(CLINKING)

Bluetooth technology.

Which, of course, got its name

from the legendary

Danish king...

Harald Blatand, whose name

translates to

"Bluetooth" in English.

And the Bluetooth logo

is his initials

in Norse runic symbols.

And, as I'm sure you know...

the Bluetooth logo

is his initials...

in Norse runic symbols.

ROXY:
Oh, my God, Eggsy.

Why isn't he eating

his f***ing pudding?

I need to research

this gold tattoo.

I found records of other people

with the same

body modifications.

All of them have

high level involvement...

with crime and international

drug trafficking.

And there's rumors of something

called The Golden Circle.

Hmm.

(BEEPING)

Best agent or best friend?

(JB BARKING)

BRANDON:
Come on, JB.

Give it a rest, mate.

Stop scratching the door.

I'm gonna get the blame now.

There you are. Happy?

With the decks and all that.

(BEEPS)

Sh*t, boy!

(EXCLAIMS) What the...

Do you reckon, JB...

model material?

(EGGSY CHUCKLING)

I must say, you're really

not as I expected.

Well, thank you very much...

Your Majesty.

BRANDON:
Eggsy?

Is that you, mate?

What the f*** is going on here?

You a gangster now or something?

F***in' hell. Is that Tilde's

mom and dad's house?

Tell you what. Whatever

you're doing, I want in.

(DEVICE ACTIVATES, BEEPING)

Put it down!

Why?

I said, put it down now!

What's wrong with it?

Shut it! F***ing shut it!

Eggsy.

I beg your pardon?

(RAPID BEEPING BEEPING)

Shut it! Shut it now!

All right, mate.

Chill your boots.

(SIGHS)

Eggsy, what...

Oh, no. Oh, my God, no.

I'm so sorry.

(BARKING)

You shut up and all.

You got me in enough trouble.

(ALARM BLARING)

(GRUNTS)

The next order of business...

Agent Percival.

Arthur.

Oh, f***.

POPPY:
Yep.

Kingsman is crumpets.

Like toast, but British.

And to say thank you...

I got you a present, Charlie.

My guys made you this.

Bigger, badder, better.

I call it...

ARMageddon.

(WHIRRING)

Let's see if your game improves.

Ouch.

EGGSY:
Someone decides

to wipe out

every Kingsman property...

every agent, and somehow...

conveniently,

you weren't at home.

I could say the same thing

about you.

What, you think I'd kill Roxy?

And my mate, Brandon,

and my f***ing dog?

MERLIN:
No.

You think I would?

This thing...

hacked us.

Clearly, this arm can be

remotely controlled.

I'm only alive

because my address

wasn't on the database

with the agents.

Whoever Charlie's working with

doesn't think that mere

staff are missile-worthy.

This ain't funny.

Roxy is dead!

Everyone's dead! Gone!

Do you even care?

Pull yourself together.

Remember your training.

There's no time for emotion

in this scenario.

Now...

as all surviving agents

are present,

we follow the doomsday protocol.

When that's done,

and only then...

you may shed a tear in private.

(SIGHS)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Okay.

What's the doomsday protocol?

We go shopping.

We're from Kingsman.

We'd like to buy some wine.

And use tasting room

number three, please.

Not one of my predecessors

has ever been

in this situation before.

Thank God.

A-ha.

Remember this?

EGGSY:
Yeah,

how could I forget?

Whatever's in that safe

is the answer to all our problems.

Huh.

Is that it?

I suppose that must be

upper-class humor.

I don't get it.

Me neither. What the f***

are we supposed to do now?

I think we should drink a toast

to our fallen comrades.

To Roxy.

Roxy.

Ooh.

To Arthur.

Arthur.

Mmm.

Should we do one for JB?

I think we should.

(MERLIN SOBBING)

I should have seen it coming.

Charlie, the taxi.

It's all my fault.

No, that's bullshit, Merlin.

It ain't all your fault.

You're the best, bruv.

Honestly, without you...

I'd have lost it

a long time ago.

(MERLIN MUMBLES)

I think we should

drink to Scotland.

I think we've probably

had enough, to be honest.

You're probably right.

Merlin.

Aye?

I think we're going to Kentucky.

Fried Chicken?

I love fried chicken.

No, proper Kentucky. Look.

You know what else I love?

Country and western music.

Country roads

Take me home

To the place I belong

(TOUR GUIDE CHATTERING)

Oh! Here's where we leave

the casks to age.

Unfortunately, we can't go in,

as it's a temperature-controlled

environment.

So let's move on to

our world class stud farm...

and meet three of

our Kentucky Derby winners.

(WHIRRING)

Biometric security scanner

just to protect

a few old barrels of whiskey?

Pull the other one, love.

Got it.

Are you getting anything?

Not yet.

EGGSY:
F***ing hell.

MERLIN:
It's a shame

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