Kingsman: The Golden Circle Page #6

I believe the UN has no teeth.

So I've selected you,

as leader of the free world,

to receive this communication.

And I invite you

to begin negotiations...

on the largest scale

hostage situation in history.

A few weeks ago,

an engineered virus

was released...

contained in all

varieties of my product.

Cannabis, cocaine, heroin,

opium, ecstasy...

...and crystal meth.

Some of you

are already infected.

And this is what you can expect

in the coming days.

After a brief

incubation period...

victims present

with stage one symptoms.

(SNAPS FINGERS)

A blue rash.

Next...

second stage symptoms appear.

(SNAPS FINGERS) Mania...

as the virus enters the brain.

(WHISPERS)

Very distressing to the victim

and those around them.

Stage three... (SNAPS FINGERS)

(GASPING)

Paralysis.

Muscles enter a state

of catastrophic seizure.

And once the muscles of

the thorax become affected...

breathing becomes impossible...

leading to a very nasty death

within 12 hours.

But I have good news to

the millions already affected.

It doesn't have to be this way.

I have an antidote.

(SNAPS FINGERS)

What have you done to me,

you f***ing b*tch?

(SIGHS)

100% effective...

and ready to ship out worldwide

at a moment's notice.

Get out of my room!

You have my word.

Get out!

I will do this...

if the following

conditions are met.

Get out of my f***ing room!

First, you agree

to end the war on drugs,

once and for all.

All classes of substance

are legalized...

paving the way

to a new marketplace

in which sales

are regulated and taxed...

as per alcohol.

And second, my colleagues and

I receive full legal immunity.

Meet my terms...

and I look forward

to helping you

keep our beloved

country great...

boosting our ailing economy,

and easing spending

on law enforcement.

Or continue this

blinkered, outmoded...

and, frankly, disastrous

exercise in prohibition...

and live with blood

on your hands.

Save lives. Legalize.

I told you that sh*t

was no good for you.

REPORTER:
Who is Poppy Adams?

After graduating

Harvard Business School...

Adams was briefly held

for serious mental

health issues...

before disappearing

without a trace.

Intelligent, ambitious,

ruthless,

lacks empathy,

superficial charm.

All the elements of a great CEO.

Or a psychopath.

Following the broadcast

of Adams's message

to the president...

there were scenes

of chaos today...

at medical centers

across the country and around the world.

DOCTOR:
We have

no more beds available.

The hospital is

at full capacity.

The blue rash

is now being renamed.

"The Dancing Disease"...

as victims begin to exhibit

stage two symptoms.

Let's prep the cryo unit.

MERLIN:

You want to freeze him?

GINGER:
Exactly.

REPORTER:
Victims of the virus

caused by contaminated

recreational drugs...

flooded hospitals and clinics

in fear for their lives.

(CLAMORING)

REPORTER 2:

Curfews and no travel orders

are being considered

as authorities assess

the scale of the disaster.

Close it.

REPORTER 2:

But there has still been

no official response

from the president...

who remains locked

in emergency talks.

Prepare a presidential decree.

Tell intelligence and law enforcement

to stand down.

We're gonna dance

to this lady's tune.

FOX:
Good.

We can make this work.

We spin it

that it's not a matter

of negotiation with terrorists.

No, what I'm proposing...

is we appear

to agree to her demands

to prevent global panic...

and then let the junkie scum

go down in flames. Huh?

(laughing)

Huh? Yeah.

Take Poppy Adams and her so-called

Golden Circle down with them.

No drug users, no drug trade.

It's a win-win situation here.

But, sir, we're not talking about

a handful of hostages.

We could be looking

at the deaths

of hundreds

of millions worldwide.

Hundreds of millions

of criminals,

burdens to society.

Am I right, McCoy?

Absolutely, sir.

But, sir, that's...

What about people who were

just experimenting?

Folks who self-medicate?

Functioning

professionals? Kids?

Oh, spare me the crap, Fox.

(CHUCKLES) The fact is,

this presidency has just

won the war on drugs.

Congratulations, sir.

Thank you.

And that deserves a toast.

FOX:
This is

totally unethical, sir.

PRESIDENT:
Fox, shut up!

McCoy, declare martial law.

We need to keep control,

commandeer stadiums,

schools, civic centers...

order a press blackout.

And put the military on standby

to round these junkies up.

Whether they broke

the law or not,

those victims are human beings.

Tequila.

He's a great guy.

And a great agent.

Right now, he's lying in deep

freeze waitin' on our help.

We can't make

this personal, sir.

Personal?

Agent, we can't stand by

and let folks like him die.

These people,

we're their only hope.

Now, we have

to find that antidote.

Poppy's stockpiles, well,

they could be anywhere.

HARRY:

She must have some on hand.

Locate Poppy...

and obtain a sample

for analysis.

Maybe it can be replicated.

GINGER:
Sorry to cut in, guys.

But Charlie is on the phone

with his girlfriend.

Looping you in now.

CLARA:
Don't worry.

I'm on a payphone...

covered in a f***ing blue rash.

Why didn't you tell me?

All you said was,

"Don't take any drugs."

It was a music festival

for f***'s sake.

F***. Sh*t. Sh*t! Okay.

Listen. You need to get

to the lab in Italy.

Do you remember

where we went skiing?

Yes. Yes, I remember.

Yeah. Meet me there

and I'll give you the antidote.

(SIGHS)

Okay.

All right. Jet's ready.

Whiskey, Galahad, get to Italy.

You two need to fix

this code name thing.

And with all due respect, sir...

I don't think Galahad senior

is ready to return to fieldwork.

I did actually mean...

Of course.

And with all disrespect...

I'm not going anywhere

without him.

Brains, skills...

skipping rope?

(LAUGHS)

It's a lasso.

EGGSY:
Whatever.

Come on.

(CHAMP LAUGHS)

Go on. Vamoose.

WHISKEY:
Yes, sir.

Drink it.

(SIGHS)

(GASPING)

Wow.

CLARA:
It's working already.

(sighs) Thank God.

Agent Whiskey.

Antidote confirmed

at the target's location.

Good luck.

WHISKEY:
Hold up.

We need you down here, Galahad.

To secure the control room.

EGGSY:

Probably a good idea, Harry.

Call you from the top, yeah?

Buongiorno!

Buongiorno.

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

(BEEPING)

Hey!

So sorry about this.

At the controls. In position.

Keep this cable car here

till we get back.

HARRY:
Roger that, Eggsy.

Clara's definitely here.

We're getting warmer.

Harry Hart, Harry Hart,

super spy, super spy.

Looks like we've got a door.

GINGER:
Yep.

There you go.

I'll cover.

Hi, there.

Whew.

Sorry I'm late.

You guys did not make

this place easy to find.

Who are you?

I'm here to collect

this antidote.

For Singapore?

Yeah.

You are Wu Ting Feng?

Yes.

Hey, how are you still alive?

River, what are you doing here?

CHARLIE:
River?

EGGSY:
Hi, Clara.

What happens at Glasto,

stays in Glasto.

You motherf***er!

Bye, Charlie.

Sound the alarm!

You f***ing cockroach!

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