Smokin' Aces 2: Assassins' Ball

JULES:
Is this the past or the

present you're talking about?

And this is real? This is

a story, or this is real?

Working on your man,

Walter Weed.

VICKY:
Yeah, interesting career.

Forty years, same division, same desk.

Is this that in-transmission

that's been tracking?

JULES:
Yep. There's an awful lot

of crypto in the carrier wave,

and they're using some

kind of spread spectrum.

Is that accurate?

The name?

- Walter Weed.

- Yes.

My wife, Elizabeth,

daughter, Mary.

Why is the bureau putting a

close protection team on Weed?

The question's

why would they need to?

Retiring, wheelchair-bound,

mid-level information analyst.

There's really

nothing to tell.

BAKER:
How many enemies

can this guy have?

Tell me about April 19th. April

19th, 3:
00 a.m., to be precise.

Am I in some

sort of trouble?

BAKER:
No, Walter, you're

in very specific trouble.

Bureau intel has

decoded credible data

that a multimillion-dollar

contract has been put into play

by parties

as yet unknown.

Unconfirmed information is

that this is an open contract,

and that multiple assets

may be involved.

Confirmed information from

our good friends at ViCAP

had the termination date

April 19th, 3:
00 a.m.

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow.

And you said,

"Termination date"?

Your termination.

You're the target.

Tomorrow's the day you're

supposed to die, Walter.

(NERVOUS LAUGHTER)

This is some kind of

a gag, isn't it?

Abrams is behind this,

isn't he? Right.

For my retirement party?

This is

an assassination market.

Normally this level of asset engagement

is associated with heads of state.

Mubarak was a market

target four years back.

Hamid Karzai

more recently.

You're talking about people

of great importance and power.

What do I have in common with

them? Why would I be a target?

That's what we want

to know, Walter.

So tell me a story.

You asked to

see me, Father?

I thought we should

pray together, girl.

Pray together and ask the

Lord to forgive you your sins.

You do want God's love,

don't you?

Of course, Father.

Well, then you know

what you must do.

(CHUCKLES)

Please, Father,

kiss me first?

(COUGHS)

(PRIEST CLATTERS ON FLOOR)

I was sent by the parents of the

children you took liberties with.

As penance for your sins, they've

asked for nothing less than your life.

(SIGHS)

Sometimes, true forgiveness

has to be forced upon us.

BAKER:
An unknown individual

has put a bounty on your head

that'll draw every animal

who can point a gun,

wield a knife,

or crush a skull.

Sublime, as always.

This individual, the

un-sub contracting this hit,

is likely a major player in

international assassinations.

It's not likely that we'll know the

size and scale of the threat against you,

but we should be

ready for anything.

I've been employed and

entrusted with a responsibility.

What would happen to the world if we all

abandoned our responsibilities, Marty?

(SHUSHING)

Look, we could...

Chaos. That's what

would happen.

Yeah. I understand that,

all right? Believe me, I do.

But everything has a

price, right? And I can pay.

I'm talking $2,000,000.

Please.

Okay, okay,

f*** that, f*** that.

Look, I...

I could get you more.

A lot more. My brother, Morris Mecklen,

he's got this client, Buddy

Israel, he's got shitloads of cash.

Two days and you'll have

the money. Just two days!

Please!

We don't have

two days, Marty.

We only have now.

The Mayans and the ancient

Egyptians practiced brain surgery.

- What the f***?

- But it was Dr. Walter Freeman

who perfected it.

- Depending on the position...

- Don't do this.

...and the depth of the ice

pick, one can neutralize pain,

the language center,

or short-term memory.

My eyes! I can't see!

Jesus. God. What the f***?

Different parts

of the brain,

...different results.

- Wait, wait.

$3,000,000. I can

get you $3,000,000.

The cerebellum

controls speech, Marty,

not your hearing,

so listen very carefully.

Don't do this.

The people who have employed

me have already paid me,

and once

I've been paid,

- I see the job through.

- No!

- No! You don't have to do this!

- Otherwise, chaos.

BAKER:
This is like an

open casting for killers.

Every sociopath in the known

world looking to pick up a paycheck

is gonna be coming

out of the woodwork.

(SCREAMS)

(SHUSHING)

McTeague.

HAL LEUCO:

I have a job for you.

Are you free?

Free, no.

Available, yes.

Our intel is still

in the assessment phase.

What we're finding

is that these assets

show no allegiance to any individual

government or political ideals.

They're just

cold-blooded killers.

- (GRUNTS) Yeah! Yeah!

- F***er! Look at me.

Where's my f***ing shipment?

Where is it?

Where's my

f***ing shipment?

They're on the base. They're

on the base. All right?

All right? They're watching

me. They were watching so...

You're gonna f*** me?

Oh, I am f***ing you.

I want my

motherfucking weapons!

You motherfucking filthy...

(BOTH EXCLAIMING)

(BOTH EXHALE)

They're in the depot.

Excellent work, sailor.

Dismissed.

BAKER:
The variety of monsters

tracking you that are already

more than likely

on their way here

is like the

World Series of assassins.

(CHUCKLES)

Gonna make this joke about you shooting

your load and then me shooting you,

but it wasn't as good

as "dismissed.' '

How was the old swabbie?

Ring your bell, did he?

F***er said they's holding our stash

in an armory just inside the depot.

You know, I heard that

most Navy recruits

have had at least

one homosexual experience

before they's

even midshipman,

so, Sis, I was wondering, I

mean, was his deck gun firing?

Or maybe he was banging you while he

was thinking about Popeye's forearms.

Lester, why don't

you just admit

that you want this sweet little

package all to yourself, huh?

I admit I wouldn't

mind a little...

- Come on. Come on, now.

- Don't you f***ing touch me,

you f***ing prick. Get your

f***ing dirty paws off me, f***er.

FRITZ:
Don't you know, boy,

the danger of blood relations?

That's what double-f***ed

the Confederacy.

That's how we lost

the Civil War.

You think you want a whole

slew of kids running around

whose eyeballs are touching because you

can't keep your hands off your sister?

Bunny Rabbit.

Time to get serious. We

gonna acquire us some fire.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(SCREAMING)

KAITLYN:
God damn!

That's a mini! Four

thousand rounds a minute.

Let's go, Sling Blade,

shake a leg!

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Well, if it ain't

the great benefactor.

God damn it, Lester!

Suppressive fire!

Always busy, sugar.

We like to keep it oiled so

we's always ready to roll hard.

What you got

for us, honey?

Why?

There's a theory that this has to

do with some code that you cracked,

some piece of cryptology that

is meaningless with you alive

but invaluable

with you dead.

I am only

medium-security clearance.

Any top secrets

that are disseminated

are deemed declassified long

before they ever cross my desk.

Walter, we can head-scratch

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