Kingsman: The Golden Circle Page #4

"You've got to look at

the bigger picture..."

"ask 'why' as well as 'who'."

So if someone wanted

to take out Kingsman...

then they've got to be

planning something major.

So what do you know?

They're a drug cartel, we think.

The name Golden Circle

keeps coming up.

Mmm. We'll look

into them. What else?

One of our former trainees

is working with them.

Charlie Hesketh.

Total prick.

You got any promising

leads on him?

His ex-girlfriend.

I've been tracking her

through social media.

We believe she's still

in contact with him.

And she's going

to Glastonbury Music Festival.

Oh, good.

Agent Tequila,

break out your dancing shoes.

You have a new mission.

Yes, sir.

CHAMP:
Hold up.

You feeling okay?

I'm a little tired,

but fine, thanks.

Galahad, you ready?

CHAMP:
Your face...

You got...

What the f***?

CHAMP:
Oh, sh*t.

Head to the sick bay.

Have Ginger check you out.

(WHISTLES)

Hey, give him your glasses.

You're in luck, kid.

Put 'em on.

You get our finest senior agent

to join you instead.

Right now,

he's in our New York office.

Galahad, meet Agent Whiskey.

WHISKEY:
Kid...

looks like we're hookin' up

with a chick at a rock concert.

My favorite kind of mission.

I'm sending my jet

to pick you up.

GINGER:
We've dealt with

this kind of amnesia before.

Harry's like a computer

that needs to be rebooted.

We need to recreate a shock

or trauma from his past...

to trigger his memory.

MERLIN:
I hope you're right.

(GASPS)

Uh, excuse me.

There seems to be

some sort of a problem here.

Help! Somebody!

What the hell is

going on? Help me!

Help!

Oh, God!

Stop! F***!

Get him out now.

No, no, wait. His instincts

are gonna kick in.

(MUFFLED YELLING)

No. I'm sorry to do this.

(COUGHING)

(GASPING)

Are you okay?

What happened?

Harry, you've forgotten

who you are.

We thought this might

jog your memory.

Look, when you were young,

you had a choice.

To either be a lepidopterist

or to join the army.

You chose the army.

That led to Kingsman.

You became a Kingsman agent.

I doubt whether

I'd work for anyone

who drowns their employees.

I want to go home.

I want my butterfly collection.

I want to see Mother.

GINGER:
There's nothing more

we can do.

It's time to let him go.

EGGSY:
Babe, I wish

I could stay longer,

but I've got to go on

with this mission.

Wait, wait, wait.

Before you go,

I wanna show you something.

EGGSY:
Aw!

I know he could

never replace JB...

but...

Oh, my days.

I hoped he might make you happy.

(CHUCKLES)

And give you another reason

to come back home soon.

I love him.

But I don't need another

reason to come home.

(HORN BLARING)

I apologize.

Just waiting for my friend.

I'll be back as soon

as I can, I promise.

Got to go save the world?

Yep.

Well, if you save the world...

you know what that means.

Yeah, all right.

Bye, buddy.

Got the passes from my contact.

You're gonna love Glastonbury.

Well, that's the easy part, kid.

Take a look in the glove box.

EGGSY:
F***ing hell, bruv.

Thought everything

was supposed to be bigger in America.

Is this why you overcompensate

with these massive cars?

Goes on your finger.

The surveillance tracker

is in the tip.

Apply light pressure for three

seconds to release it.

(CROWD CHEERING)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

EGGSY:
Okay, so according

to her Instagram feed...

Charlie's ex-girlfriend

is up ahead at the VIP bar.

Which one of us is gonna

plant the tracker?

Bands, boys.

Yeah, that's fine.

WHISKEY:
I say we both

make an approach...

whoever gets on best,

goes for it.

Well, it doesn't have

to be a competition, bruv.

Why don't we just

go up to her...

shake her hand,

pat her on the back,

whatever, you know.

Job done.

The hand is not

a mucous membrane, Eggsy.

Neither is the back.

They teach you anything

at Kingsman?

What are you talking about?

Our trackers are designed

to enter the bloodstream.

They circulate harmlessly,

providing full audio and GPS.

EGGSY:
Mucus membrane.

That's like up the nose,

isn't it?

What the f*** am I gonna do?

Stick my finger...

It's not just inside

the nose, is it?

No, Eggsy, it ain't.

F***.

All right,

I'll take the first crack.

Watch and learn, buddy.

(SCOFFS)

Good luck.

Here you go, ma'am.

Thank you.

Miss, I beg your pardon.

Now, I don't wanna pester you...

but I just have to know,

what time are you playing?

I'm not in a band.

Oh, God.

Who did you think I was?

Please don't say

someone ghastly.

God damn it,

now I feel like a fool.

I just assumed that a woman

with your charisma...

well, she just had

to be somebody.

Right.

Thank you.

No, it's okay.

I know you didn't mean

to make me feel

like a dumb-ass.

So I'll let you make it up to me

by letting me buy you a drink.

Follow my finger.

(CHUCKLES)

What are we doing?

Swiping to the left.

What, you don't do

Tinder in America?

Tinder what?

Do you know, I think it's

probably a generational thing.

It translates as

"Go away, old man."

Be good, be cool.

Bye.

Thank you for that.

I'm Clara.

River.

Bloody hell, is that the time?

You know what, I'm so jetlagged

I don't know

if I'm coming or going.

Where've you been?

Anywhere nice?

South America. Been spending

a bit of time out there.

Training with the shaman,

and trying to really connect

with my spirit animal.

Yeah.

I'm a crow.

And, hang on, let me guess...

No.

Jaguar.

What? No! Oh, my God!

Yes?

How did you even know that?

Look, it totally is.

Check it out.

Oh. Ino Moxo.

Black jaguar. Very nice.

You know what?

I wanna buy you a drink.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MERLIN:
Eggsy sent this

from Glastonbury.

And #bluerash is

trending on Twitter.

Have you found any correlation

between these cases?

Only recreational drug use.

Ah.

I know.

Not very Statesman-like.

Tequila here...

he is our resident bad boy.

You don't think

this could be related

to The Golden Circle, do you?

A drug cartel

poisoning its customers?

Doesn't make sense.

Mmm.

CHARLIE:
Poppy, would you

pass the sugar, please?

POPPY:
Okay.

But it's really bad for you.

Eight times more addictive

than cocaine.

Five times more likely

to cause death.

But it's legal...

so, you go ahead.

Knock yourself out.

Don't get me started

on tobacco and alcohol.

Peddle that stuff

and you're in Fortune 500.

But me? No!

I'm out here hiding

in the middle of

nowhere. Homesick.

Because I sell drugs.

Oh, Pops. You're doing this

because you're homesick?

POPPY:
Yes.

I want freedom.

I want fame.

Our profits were

250 billion dollars last year.

I am the most successful

businesswoman

in the world,

but nobody knows who I am.

Pops, Pops.

It's not long now, eh?

You're right, thank you.

ANGEL:
Sorry to interrupt you.

You wanted to see me,

Madam Poppy?

Yes, Angel.

In The Golden Circle...

we do not sample

the merchandise...

and we do not break the rules.

Which is why I have

invested in robots...

because they are

so much more reliable

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