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Water.

How long was I out for?

Some of it's his.

Et tu, Marvin?

Style is the only constant in life, Frank.

We didn't come to Paris on vacation.

Oh. Shopping's what I thought

you did in Paris

with your boyfriend's money

while you're waiting for him

to wake up from being taken down

by his skanky, slutty,

Russian biatch ex-girlfriend.

So thanks. Thanks.

Thanks for the compliment for the fur.

For telling me that I look nice in my dress.

It makes me feel really good.

And it makes me feel

very loving towards you also.

Why is she doing this to me?

We can get a taxi over here.

Frank, listen, I gotta tell you something.

You have to start to learn to share

your feelings to evolve your relationship.

Even if it seems uncomfortable at first.

Say you're pinned down in a firefight.

If you stay where you are,

you're gonna die. Okay?

So, you tell me, what do you do?

Make the run.

Yes. You have got to make the run

to emotional safety.

Huh.

You dead yet, Moses?

Not yet.

Where's my plane?

In my ass!

- It's in an airport outside of Paris.

- What are you... Shut up!

Let's get outta here.

- Marvin?

- Yeah?

Is that a stick of dynamite in your pocket?

Yeah, but I'm saving it for an emergency.

Well, this is kind of

an emergency, isn't it?

The key I gave her is connected to

a particularly nasty terrorist cell

and their safe deposit box.

The French take this

kinda thing pretty seriously.

That's enough.

Put me down! Put me down now!

All right.

We gotta move quickly,

Moscow will have her out within the hour.

For the love of Mike.

All right.

I'm still not talking to you.

All right. This is an MI6

report on Project Nightshade.

It's about the operative

that placed the device.

They took him into custody

and put him on ICE.

What's ICE?

Incarcerate, Cannot Execute.

Who would they keep on ICE for 32 years?

- Come on. Gotta go.

- Come on where? Oh!

How could she have possibly found us?

'Cause I called her

and told her we were coming.

I couldn't take the

pressure of not knowing.

Why isn't she shooting at us?

That should buy us 24 hours.

Hello, sweetie.

You know, the next time

you two make a plan like this,

you could at least let me in on it.

Frank, you're compromising me.

Who knows what some girl

is gonna squeeze out of you?

Where'd you get the bodies?

My freezer.

Come on. Wake up.

Yeah?

What the hell's going on?

- Sir?

- Get anything from The Frog?

No, he took some sorta poison

before we really talked.

I don't think he's gonna say anything now.

You've got to find Moses and Boggs.

Mmm. Mmm.

Don't worry. I'm on the trail.

On your right,

you see the famous Tower of London.

And shortly, we'll be passing

under the Tower Bridge.

It's a fortress.

It's an asylum for the criminally insane.

He's in the ICE unit.

That's an MI6 Alpha Level secure facility

buried deep within that building.

It's like a prison within a prison.

How are we gonna get in there?

She wants my head!

She wants my head! It's a Papist plot.

It's her. It's that b*tch Mary,

Queen of Scots. She wants my head.

What are you doing? No! No!

Get me Cecil. Get me Cecil.

I'm the Queen of England!

Don't take me to the Tower!

I'll have your head for this, you b*tch!

No! No!

"Uneasy lies the head

that wears the crown. "

They're plotting against me.

All of them.

There's a good queen.

Stuff it, you old bat.

Thank you.

Not so much the "old," if you don't mind.

I think it was

really, really good.

I thought I was kind of channeling

Bette Davis.

Good morning. Dr. Jones to see

prisoner number 17, please.

Dr. Jones? Are you with MI6?

Sadly, not anymore.

Because I don't seem to

have you on my list.

Bloody thing's not working. Why's that?

You're supposed to use...

Lay down on the ground.

Attaboy. On the floor.

Number 121. Oh, there it is.

Frank!

Who are you? You're visitors?

Who are you looking for?

We love having visitors, don't we, fellas?

Dr. Bailey?

Dr. Bailey?

Yes. Who did you expect to find here? Hmm?

- Sir...

- What?

I saw you die.

Saw me die? Who is he?

Frank?

Frank Moses, my dear fellow!

How are you, old sport?

So glad to see you. So glad you came by.

We've been expecting you.

Haven't we, fellas?

My God, Frank, why are you so old?

Good lord!

- Sir...

- What?

You've been locked up here for 32 years.

Come on, Frankie,

you've gotta be kidding me.

Come on, put 'em up.

Thirty-two years. How extraordinary.

Who are you?

Victoria.

Victoria! You should read this.

Lenin. State and Revolution. Jolly good time.

Stalin got it wrong, of course.

So where are we going, Frank?

Are you taking us

to the opera again tonight?

Is that where we're going, Frank?

The opera?

We love the opera, don't we, fellas?

Yes, the opera and the champagne

and the strawberries all 'round.

Sorry, my dear, what is your name again?

Victoria.

I'm sorry, it's the drugs

they've been feeding me,

it's my short-term memory.

The drugs they've been feeding...

Something that's meant to

keep us peaceful, I suppose,

or harmless!

Anyway, I know

it's around here somewhere,

but I don't know where it is.

Dr. Bailey, we need your help.

- Mmm?

- Do you remember Nightshade?

I'm sorry, I'm looking for my pipe

and my St. Christopher medallion.

Boys gave it to someone.

They were little boys, you see.

Now where it's gone... It's gone somehow.

Um...

Oh, sh*t!

Hey, Frankie, I'm over here.

I found it. it was in my

pocket the whole time.

I couldn't find my damn pipe, though.

But here it is.

Sorry, my dear,

what was the question you asked me?

Do you remember Nightshade?

Vaguely. It was some kind of

a bomb, I believe.

Dr. Bailey, people are looking

for that weapon.

People who want to use it.

Oh, dear. Yes, I do understand, of course.

Believe you me.

But you know, I made many things

for the Americans and

Nightshade turned out to be

a bit of a nightmare.

It was quite different.

Turned out to be too dangerous.

So naturally, they had to lock me up

in this place.

And after what they did to me,

I think it's perfectly natural

I tell them all to go F off!

MI6 tried to fake Bailey's death?

Why? What are they hiding?

You're gonna have to go.

You're gonna have to go find out.

You know

they're gonna try and kill me.

- I'll call you from Russia.

- Do svidanya.

Maintenance to Bridge 7.

We got a breach in Maximum Security.

Secure!

All right, what's so important?

I just heard from my source at MI6

that Edward Bailey's alive and on the run.

- That's not possible.

- This is bigger than a rogue general

and his unexploded ordnance.

What don't I know?

The game has changed.

The things Bailey knows are too dangerous.

We can't let Bailey or Nightshade fall into

terrorist hands, or millions will die.

Holy sh*t, it's real.

Unless we secure it, that weapon's

going off in the middle of Moscow.

Right now, that's our best case scenario.

Guys?

Ah!

Welcome, my friends.

So, it is true. You're alive.

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