RED 2 Page #2

Yeah, I'm not going anywhere.

- Cash only. No calls. No contacts.

- Thanks. Look...

I'm not hanging out in some bunker

while you slink around and save the planet

with dusky international femme fatales.

- Dusky?

- Dark, smoldering.

I know what it means, Marvin.

It's hard to be the kinda person

I have to be right now

and do the kinda things that I'm going

to have to do while you're here.

This is gonna be good for us.

What are we doing?

Let's face it, Columbo,

things were getting a little stale.

Wow. Mommy just slapped Daddy

at the dinner table.

Is there a human being

in the trunk?

Yeah.

Who is it, Marvin?

He's a Senior Director of

Military Intelligence.

I've been caramelizing his onions

for a couple of days.

Caramelizing how?

With three tabs of acid and a lot of rats.

Dang!

Eleven people dead. Five FBI.

And the SecDef wants a briefing?

You were brought in to contain this.

Calm down.

I can't believe this is coming back on me

after so many years.

General, Moses and Boggs

have been completely isolated.

The FBI is seeking them for the murders.

Homeland has been informed that they

are officially domestic terrorists.

Is that gonna work?

Yes.

The problem is with that document

surfacing on the Internet,

all the players will be

coming after Nightshade.

It'll open the book on this.

I'm calling SecDef. We need to go public.

General...

Nobody's going public.

We need a new plan for Moses.

I need you to approve a specialist.

What? CIA?

It's been tried, sir.

Didn't work so well for those guys.

Han Cho Bai. He's the best.

Do it.

Suit, too.

Okay, he's clean.

Seriously?

Sit down, Mr. Han.

Your security is impressive.

A business associate.

Julio Alvarez Fernandes.

Very difficult to get close to.

Of course, it must appear like an accident.

Not a problem. Except for one thing.

Mmm?

Mr. Fernandes pays better.

Yeah?

Who's the target?

Oh, it's an old pal of yours. Frank Moses.

Karma's a b*tch, Frank.

What is this?

There's a watchword flag

on a WikiLeaks document.

It's coded Priority One Alpha Seven.

- Something called Nightshade.

- Shut up!

Get out.

Find me Victoria Winslow.

Director Philips?

Um...

I'm with someone right now.

Keeping busy, I see.

Idle hands do the Devil's work.

Yes.

I understand you can get close

to Frank Moses.

Yes.

MI6 has a job for you.

If you want to stay alive,

you're going to accept it.

It's time to choose sides, Victoria.

Where do they

teach you guys this stuff?

Manuals, mostly.

Mmm.

Some of this stuff you just can't teach.

Wow.

Isn't this cool?

We're on a mission together.

Do you have any idea how many people

are trying to kill us right now?

You and I both know

that this is where you belong.

Right here. In the thick of it.

P*ssy Cat's right, Frank.

Here we go.

Watch your step.

What?

Oh.

Come on!

- Where did you get this?

- Um... Marvin.

- You gave her a gun?

- It is America, Frank.

Everyone else has a gun.

She has no idea what to do with this.

I know exactly what to do with it.

Ow!

You don't give fire to a kitten.

Why don't you just give her

some dynamite, Marvin?

No external safety on the Sig?

Tell him what you told me.

At the height of the Cold War,

Nightshade was cooked up

by a rogue US general

as a first strike capability

against the Soviets.

- That's it. Can I go?

- That's it?

- You want a little pepper with that?

- No, okay! At the height of the Cold War,

a megaton-yield device

was smuggled into Moscow

in diplomatic pouches, piece by piece,

and then the weapon was lost. That's it.

You lost a nuke in Moscow?

The scientist was Edward Bailey. That's it.

What?

I made a mistake.

Edward Bailey was a genius physicist

who built some of the greatest stuff

during the Cold War.

Neutron bombs, particle beam weapons,

nerve gas. Excellent nerve gas.

He was a rock star of

conceptual mass killing.

They called him "The Da Vinci of Death".

We were the security detail assigned to

getting him in and out of Moscow safely.

What happened?

We thought he was secure.

The Soviets got him with a car bomb.

It was my fault.

He's dead.

Run or fight?

All we've got is this

WikiLeaks page off the Internet.

Out of a Paris IP.

Hmm. Paris could be anybody.

Wait. Wait. Scroll back down for a second.

- What is that?

- Oh.

Uh...

Coffee stain?

Mmm. Wine.

Frog.

What?

We're okay.

Your number.

Yeah.

MI6 has just given me a

contract to kill you.

Apparently, you're guilty

of nuclear terrorism, murder,

and you're number one

on Interpol's Most Wanted.

What did you say?

Oh, I said "Yes. "

You know, the money's good.

And anyway, if I don't do it,

somebody else will.

Oh, and you should know the Americans

are sending someone also.

Who?

Han.

It's bad, isn't it?

- Is that Marvin?

- Yes. And Sarah.

Aw! Send them my love, will you?

They're driving me crazy.

Marvin gave her a gun.

- Was it loaded?

- Yes! Yes!

Are you being controlling?

No!

You have to take chances in a relationship.

You have to be supportive.

I don't need her to fit in.

I just need her to be safe.

Just rent Dirty Dancing,

tell her you love her.

You know, it's important to enjoy life

while you still can.

Victoria just accepted a contract from MI6

to kill all three of us.

You don't think she'd do that, do you?

Frank, you don't think she'd do that?

She's a friend.

Frank, what, are you stupid? You never

took a contract out to kill a friend?

She called to give us fair warning.

Come on. There's one more thing.

Han just went number one.

Why don't they just

dip our balls in honey

and stake us to an ant farm?

Come on.

Whoa! Crazy old bastard.

Frank, do you feel old?

- Not really.

- Me neither.

I mean, crazy sometimes, I guess.

Who's Han?

Who's Han?

Korean. Counter-intel.

Frank put him in jail for a few years.

We should be super-scared of him, huh?

Yes. He is the best contract

killer in the world.

I've got a hit off an old alias,

silent for almost 20 years.

He's dodging watch lists.

Bingo. Private flight to Paris

scheduled for 0900 out of Teterboro.

Find their hotel. Get blueprints and

workups on the day and night managers.

Have Vance meet us on the ground.

They're one floor down. Two adjoining rooms.

Surveillance is almost up and running.

This is going to be

easier than I thought.

Hello. Speaking.

Yes.

- Where are they?

- They were here.

They ordered room service at 1:00.

What do you mean,

"The plane is prepped"?

I think someone stole your plane.

I'm really going to enjoy killing him.

Get me a gun that really hurts.

So how good is this guy?

Han is the best contract

killer in the world.

Let's just say that Frank

is in some very, very deep dog doo.

- He's not gonna kill me.

- Yeah.

- Nobody kills Frank Moses.

- Right!

The people he really doesn't like,

he tortures for a long time first.

Can we just focus

on trying to catch The Frog?

Okay. What's the action plan

for target acquisition and rendition?

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