Smokin' Aces 2: Assassins' Ball Page #2

the semantics of this all day,

but the clock

is ticking.

(MILTON GRUNTING)

Oh, God, my face.

What's wrong with my face?

What did you do to my face?

No! No, please!

(SCREAMING)

That's it?

(CHUCKLES)

I thought you were

gonna cut my face.

You're not gonna

cut my face, are you?

No. The face is sacred.

But the throat...

BAKER:
Most of these

operators we know by deed only,

but they will be cold-blooded,

ruthless professionals.

(MILTON CHOKING)

The bureau has mobilized my

team with the express purpose

of protecting and thereby extending

your life, and that's a good thing.

I trust these people

with my life,

and we're asking you

to trust us with yours.

Agent Dumare,

counter-protocol.

Agents Abrego and Nicholas,

transport and monitoring.

Sir.

Agent Redstone's gonna be on close

protection detail with our SAC.

Hey.

You'll be moved to

an undisclosed location

until the deadline

and the bounty expire.

What is the price?

$3,000,000.

That is mmm-mmm good.

For $3,000,000...

I'd kill my own mother.

Actually, I did,

for a lot less than that.

God, I... $3,000,000?

I can't imagine what I would've

done in my life to warrant such...

Walter. They're

never gonna collect.

You just give us the word and we'll

go all the way to the wall for you.

The exact time

of kill is...

HAL LEUCO:

Is a non-negotiable point.

April 19th, 3:
00 a.m.

Any deviation from this timeline

nullifies any form of payment.

You just have that money

waiting on the 20th, sugar,

and I will have something

sweet waiting for you.

All right, Agent Baker.

My life is in your hands.

BAKER:
Keeping

our subject alive

depends in no small part

on the secrecy of this op.

We are ghosts, gentlemen.

We do not exist.

We're completely off

the clock on this one.

We're all being

paid cash, tax-free,

in an effort to leave

absolutely no footprint.

You all know Agent Dumare.

He'll be in charge of overwatch.

Agents Williamson, Osterberg, will be in

charge of sniper and recon at location.

Culham will be

down on the street.

Jules and her team will be our sole

point of contact within the bureau.

We're overlord 24l7.

We'll have real-time sat images,

local news and law enforcement feeds.

Anything happens

in or around you,

you'll know

about it immediately.

WALTER:

All this trouble for me.

Why this guy?

I suppose I should be flattered,

somebody wanting me dead so badly.

BAKER:
Great men

attract great enemies.

Well, I hardly qualify.

I shot a gun once on a range

in Quantico, at a paper target.

Well, I've fired hundreds

of them hundreds of times.

Don't worry, Walter.

We promise not to let

things get too exciting.

Our location will be unknown

until we touch down.

That means we'll be

traveling signal-free.

That's no cell phones, PDAs,

nothing that receives or transmits.

You got them,

give them up.

And all forms

of ID, as well.

Remember, none of us

exists as of this moment.

So, what, things go

sideways, no pension?

The way you f***ing eat, you

won't make it to pension anyway.

(ALL LAUGHING)

We're T minus 30.

I'll see you in transpo.

DUMARE:
All right,

immediate mount and mobilize.

Don't let the door hit

your ass on the way out.

Dom, I'm serious about that pension,

man. I got a kid. You know that.

You f***ing stunad, they

can't take your pension away.

Not unless you do something

completely horrible.

Don't you remember Cabo,

with the soap?

WALTER:
How old are you?

Thirty-two? In charge of this unit?

Somebody up there

likes you.

You're soaring up,

and I'm headed down.

You must have some pretty

amazing memories, though.

Any one in particular

stick out?

Meeting Ronald Reagan.

(SIGHS)

I can only imagine, it must've

been like Moses going up the mount

and God coming forth.

He was

a colossal figure.

God?

(LAUGHING)

Reagan.

BAKER:
Sorry.

Okay.

God was colossal, too.

Okay, gentlemen, recon takes

up station and plots position.

We don't breathe

until they say it's good.

Good to go.

Clear to offload. Over.

What do you

got for me?

Rocket fuel.

Thank you.

Want you to meet

Special Agent Malcolm Little.

Welcome to Little Jazz.

These are my agents you guys

are gonna be working with.

This door is your

first line of defense

out of what essentially

is a bunker.

Gentlemen, you're looking

at a little piece of history.

Turn of the last century, they built

freight tunnels throughout all of Chicago.

Transport

butchered steer.

Back in those days, these

tunnels were swimming in blood.

And if it wasn't the

slaughterhouses using them,

it was the bootleggers

running guns and liquor.

These tunnels used to

connect the sewer system.

They sealed them shut

in the early '50s.

In 1955, Ike's administration

came through and built the bunker.

NICHOLAS:
Sorry. Ike?

REDSTONE:
Eisenhower, rookie.

Jesus, who hired this punk?

If it's not on an iPod, these

kids haven't heard of it.

ABREGO:
Don't let them

ride you, Nick-Nick.

You don't give it back

tenfold, they'll eat you alive.

Next time Red messes with

you, ask him about Gearbox.

- Gearbox?

- Yeah.

Gentlemen,

the main bunker.

You know, truth be told, it

used to be a private speakeasy

for Sammy "The Ant" Battaglia

during Prohibition.

Later on, one of our most

wanted, Primo Sparazza,

used to take

his girls in here,

get his little geriatric

shimmy-shake on.

What evac points

are available to us?

MALCOLM:
Well, that's

the good and the bad.

It would take more munitions to bring

down my doors than level all Chicago,

but it's a warren. There's

only one way in and one way out.

Not too crazy

about that.

You guys got enough food and

booze to last you about six months.

Plus you have

complete surveillance

of upstairs, corridors,

and outside the club.

Seriously, you'd have to be

suicidal to take a run at my spot.

Walter, what do you think?

I think I'm about as safe

as it's possible to make me.

DUMARE:

What do you got here?

That would be

a spider hole.

Jesus, Saddam renting

this place from you?

NICHOLAS:
Wow.

If you're that impressed, rookie,

why don't you jump down in there?

- Sorry?

- No, don't be sorry.

Just get down in there.

Give us a demonstration.

Come on, rookie, in the

hole. Go on, get in there.

- Go on.

- Oh. Okay.

Yeah. Right after

you explain Gearbox.

(EXCLAIMING)

Rookie fights back.

I like that.

Okay, who the f***

told him that?

(STUTTERS)

That would be me.

You know,

I figured he ought to know the

kind of man he's working with.

- You f***ing...

- No, hey, hey, hey. It's okay.

You didn't follow through. It's

the follow-through that matters.

Still, he nearly

f***ed a tranny.

A she-he, bro. That's

gotta f***ing leave a mark.

- BAKER:
Hey!

- Easy.

You girls want to play grab-ass,

you do it on your own time, not mine.

- I need you right and tight.

- Yes, sir.

- Yes, sir.

- Yes, sir.

Let's load in

and station up.

ABREGO:
Yes, sir.

F***ing guineas. You get them

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