Smokin' Aces 2: Assassins' Ball Page #3

to Chicago, they get brave.

If I'm not mistaken,

he sounded a little racist.

Easy, the guy's

a f***ing hard-on.

You f*** with the bull,

you get the horns, right?

(MAN CHATTERING ON PA)

BABY BOY:
Minotaurs.

Minotaurs are cloven-hoofed

creatures of mythological origin.

You mean miniatures.

Yeah.

(FRITZ EXCLAIMS)

You know what he meant.

Yeah.

You all be careful. Them

clown f***ers can be dangerous,

and the little ones

can be lethal.

I always make it a point not to

cross swords with carnies and harlots,

but we can use them little boys

as a facade, so there we are.

Yeah.

They're Satan's little secret

agents, collecting souls on the side.

I saw one of them little

bastards levitate one time,

took the heart right out of a Great

Dane, eat it whole, just like that.

- You seen what?

- Yep.

Where'd you see that? Now that

must've been a sight to behold.

FRITZ:
Yeah. Sent me

running for my Bible.

You still take comfort

in them fables, Daddy?

(CHUCKLES)

Don't you blaspheme, boy.

Never too old to put you over my

knee and beat a reckoning into you.

You're still scared

of clowns, Lester.

(CHUCKLING)

I ain't scared

of them, per se,

just very mindful of their

movements, that's all.

(FRITZ LAUGHS)

BAKER:
Card tricks?

Oh, a little.

It's playing cards themselves

that I'm interested in.

They're based on

the old tarot deck,

cards that were used for

foretelling the future.

Can't tell you how handy

that's gonna come in down here.

You don't really buy into that

old-world gypsy bullshit, do you, Walter?

The psychologist Carl Jung

had a different term for it.

The idea being that all of nature's

interconnected in such a way

that the past, the

present, and the human mind,

through an act of random

sampling, if you will,

can predict the course

of future actions.

What's that thing I heard? It's like the

deck itself was like the days of the week?

Something like that?

Mmm.

(SIGHS) Well, there's four

suits for the four seasons,

52 cards for the

weeks in the year,

and if you add up the pips on every

card in the deck, it totals to 365,

the number of days

in the year.

All right.

Where's my card, ace of

spades? It's not in here.

It's not there?

No, it's not.

Well, why don't you look

in Agent Baker's pocket?

(LAUGHS)

Not bad. That's good.

You see one of those.

How the hell

did you do that?

I can't tell you that.

It'll spoil it.

BAKER:
What are these? Are these

government-issue playing cards?

No.

I had them made. You

probably think it's silly.

Not at all.

You love your country.

You've dedicated

your life to it.

You want bald eagles on your playing

cards, I think you've earned it.

Gentlemen, should have a real

nice crowd in here tonight.

Cats playing? Tight.

BAKER:
Yeah? Who's that?

Well, the feature soloist

is this brother named Little.

Got mad skills

on the horn.

Uh-huh.

So, how long you guys gonna

have it locked down in here?

We'll hold out

till tomorrow.

This thing's got an

expiration date on it.

After that, it won't be worth

anything to go after him.

They gotta

find us first.

Even if they do, they

ain't getting down there.

You going back

to DC after this?

No, man.

Working on this alias for this

project I've got in Vegas next year.

Cat I like

to call Beanie.

Ghetto retard,

barely educated, brought

up in a gang environment.

Oh, that should be a pretty

easy transition for you, then.

What? I f***ing

hate hip-hop.

You hate hip-hop?

Come on.

Oh, what? A black man

can't hate hip-hop?

I bet you tell me my

favorite food's watermelon.

I just can't live

without chicken, huh?

Just gonna snatch up my brother

badge if I ain't bumping some hip-hop.

- You're putting words in my mouth.

- Hey, man, listen to me.

Hip-hop is the

unwanted bastard son

of superior musical forms

like jazz, blues.

These kids don't know

anything about Louis Armstrong,

Miles Davis,

Dizzy Gillespie,

but hey, when it's required of

me, I be pulling hos out the club,

flashing knots and nines on these

niggas. You know how I do, pimp.

Like I said, should be a

pretty easy transition for you.

Little too convincing,

Culham.

F*** you.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

The keys to 409, please?

Excuse me?

Of course, sir.

Sorry, I'm still new.

Culham, what do you got?

(O VER RADIO)

All clear down here.

Good, good. Just stop short of

blowing strangers for bags of crack.

Osterberg,

how's the view?

Wide open

and whisper-quiet.

All right, keep it

primed, keep them peeled.

All clear here, Baker.

BAKER:
Copy that.

Let's get all-around

sit-reps every 20.

Copy that.

Hey, how's my

paesan doing?

- Fat and getting fatter.

- DUMARE:
F***ing fatty.

Hey! Hey!

- Hey, watch it.

- DUMARE:
Stakeouts equal flab, Abrego.

Sit-reps every 20.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Yeah?

Evening, neighbor.

I'm Troy from next door.

I just want to make sure that

you got settled in all right.

I'm okay, thank you.

A beautiful woman like you

in a town like Chicago...

As your neighbor, I just wanted

to extend every hospitality I can.

Hmm.

And what's that

hospitality consist of?

What was it? Troy?

Mmm-hmm.

So, so many things.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

You like to

get loco, huh?

Yeah.

- Crazy.

- Yeah, really crazy.

What about experimenting?

Baby, I'm at

your disposal.

(CHUCKLES)

No. You will be.

BAKER:
What do the

cards say, Walter?

Wish I knew.

I never could

get into cards.

My grandfather, he would sit at the

kitchen table and just wile away for hours.

Always seemed a bit more

of a time-killer to me.

Well, that's not surprising.

You're a man of action.

Cards are more cerebral.

Are they, now?

So do you have

family, Walter?

This is my wife, Elizabeth,

and my daughter, Mary.

Wow, really...

Wow, they're like mirrors to one

another. Your wife is beautiful.

There you go.

That's mine. Amelia.

I never figured you

for a father.

You almost seem shocked.

Sorry. Pardon me.

Well, that right there's

my pride and joy.

So were mine.

Tractor-trailer

on the beltway

lost...

Lost control.

(TIRES SCREECHES)

(CRASHES)

I lost all the

things I love,

but through all the horrible,

horrible things we have to go through,

I still find that one

thing worth living for.

What's that one thing?

NICHOLAS:
Sir?

I'm sorry, Walter.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Who is it?

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

MAN:
Agent Dumare?

Who's there?

(SILENCED GUNSHOT)

BAKER:
Miss me?

JULES:
A girl doesn't

want to seem too eager.

Go secure for encrypt.

Line secure.

BAKER:
What's on the grid?

Nothing. You're

completely spectral,

and your location through everything

we've been monitoring is spotless,

but we did find something

on our mystery man.

He's been on the radar

for about three years

and he's been

a very busy boy.

Brokered at least two dozen

high-profile contract kills.

This guy has worked schoolboy

hard to shield his ID,

but I think we got a name.

I mean, most likely an alias.

Hal Leuco.

Hal Leuco?

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