Smokin' Aces 2: Assassins' Ball Page #4

Okay, do me a favor. See if you get

any cross-corollary hits with ViCAP.

Check the

right-wing stuff.

You know, those Limbaugh a**holes,

just like the boys you used to date.

Never been that lucky.

What are you thinking?

I don't know. Maybe nothing. I

just got a gut thing on this one.

You got it, honey.

And your heart forever?

You've always

had that. Bye.

(SIGHS)

This town's got more tunnels

than Ho Chi Minh's whorehouse.

The whole city's a warren

of the wicked and depraved.

Speaking of depraved,

you lay a paw on me again,

I'm gonna shove that RPG

where the sun refuses to shine.

(CHUCKLES)

Remember old Bobby Dubap,

y'all? Down out of Tulsa?

That shitstain got himself

keistered with an RPG.

Did they fire it?

Fire it?

(LAUGHING)

I'm telling you, boy. I

mean, if you took the time now

to bother to stuff a

collapsible shoulder-launch RPG

up somebody's bunghole,

don't you think you'd fire it?

Wouldn't you feel just a

little let down if you didn't?

(LAUGHING) Why would you put

it up there in the first place?

I don't know. You got your

thumb up there most of the time.

Why don't you tell me?

Y'all are real at

each other right now.

Ah, don't pay him no mind.

His brother Jeeves, brother

Darwin up to stir, see?

Now he thinks he's fit,

maybe, to take over this clan.

I'd rather be incarcerated than have to

sit here and listen to your jibberjabber.

Yeah, I can see that. You'd last

about one minute up in the pen.

(LAUGHING)

Yeah, you'd really be reckoning

with your feminine side.

Yeah, well, there's gonna be

reckoning, old boy, right quick.

"There's gonna be

a reckoning, old boy.' '

BAKER:
Good to see you're

prepared. Staying focused.

Oh, I am. I'm utterly

focused on that rack.

Is that not

a majestic set of tits?

What? Are you

being serious?

What?

You're joking, right?

What? What the hell

you talking about?

Vandeven is

a transvestite.

What?

Her vagina was made with,

like, the scrotum sack.

She's, like, 85% man.

- Come on. Come on, Red.

- Oh, f***.

Are you serious? I

didn't know. Seriously?

No. Go relieve Abrego

and O'Keefe.

Okay. Okay, Bake. You guys, you

got to knock that Gearbox sh*t off.

And if that kid

gives me lip about it,

I am gonna permanently alter

his speech pattern, I'm serious.

All right, take the kid with

you. Try not to kill him. Come on.

Jesus, you guys.

Rookie, let's go.

(C*CKS GUN)

You're worried

about something.

Lot of steel and concrete between you

and anyone that wants to get to you.

A name did

come up, though.

Hal Leuco.

That ring any bells?

No.

Never heard of it? Never

came across your desk?

I haven't been involved in that

level of intel in quite some time now,

but if I was, I would've

cross-referenced it.

A name as distinctive

as Al Leuco.

Hal Leuco.

Walter,

if you know anything...

Sorry, I wish I

could be more helpful.

- Hey!

- Hey, neighbor.

I knew you were

a working girl.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Slow down, slow down, stud.

Hey. I just got paid, okay?

Make this sh*t happen.

(LAUGHS) Wait. Troy.

- Troy.

- What?

I like to be seduced, Troy.

I like to be kissed slowly.

I didn't think you

whores went for the mouth.

Think of all the grateful women

who will be spared your charms.

Hmm?

(MAN COUGHS)

A**hole.

(SINGING) Ae fond kiss,

and then we sever

Look, maybe it's not just about

Weed. Why the 19th of April?

What's the significance

of that?

Well, that's gonna take some real

time, sweetie, a search that broad.

I'm gonna get

the whole world back.

Well, press it, okay?

Something feels off.

I ran Hal Leuco by him

and he had no recollection.

But I did get some

preliminary kickback

on that name crosscheck

with potential link

to what looks like some kind of veil

or shadow op codenamed "True Patriot.' '

True Patriot? Now, where'd

that data come from?

It's just a random hit off

this right-wing militia blog,

which went off

post-9/11.

Okay, dig it out for me,

will you, babe?

We always do.

Baker for overwatch.

Dumare, you copy?

Dom? Sit-rep.

Where you at?

Dumare, you copy?

Dom?

All clear here.

Good. Let's hope

it stays that way.

All right, boys, we're

getting into the witching hour.

That's when the party starts, or

the people go home and go to sleep.

Let's hope for the best

and expect the worst.

I want you to keep

your shifts rotating.

The next three hours

are critical.

Anything looks out of place,

I want you all over it.

Keep your mind tight and

your step light. Baker out.

Hey, man.

Help a brother out.

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

(CROWD APPLAUDING)

(MAN WHISTLES)

Baker, do you copy? Okay.

Remember now, honey pie,

3:
00 a.m. and $3,000,000.

Put the fear

of God in them.

You'll hear me

coming, Daddy.

Lester, you just try and keep

your hands off your pecker, now.

What can I get for you?

What are you offering?

That depends what

you have a taste for.

And if my taste

runs toward musicians

who happen to have

their own club?

Hey, that makes you

an epicurean, baby.

Excuse me.

Mike Gooding,

CYA Records.

- I just listened to that set, man.

- Nice.

Very impressed,

very impressed.

My man.

Welcome to Little Jazz.

- Thank you.

- Hey, you want to meet the band?

Sure.

All right.

Enjoy the show.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Too much oil.

Excuse me?

You use too much oil.

You're wearing Caron Poivre,

which is a good fragrance for you,

but it's being

ruined by the oil.

Bravo. You're very good

about the perfume,

but I don't use

oil on my skin.

I didn't mention anything

about your skin.

Think it's on the gun

you're wearing.

I think tonight's gonna

end very badly between us.

Overwatch, we got

a vehicle pulling up.

Like a low-rent

Cirque du Soleil-type thing.

It's being towed

by a garbage truck.

That pretend street urchin

smells like John Law from here.

Probably a couple

hawks on the roof.

It's time to set

your brother loose.

(CHUCKLING)

OSTERBERG:

Dom, do you copy?

Overwatch.

What's wrong with this thing?

I'm not getting anything.

Overwatch, do you copy?

Copy that.

- Check it out.

- Copy that.

(GROANING)

Osterberg!

(THUDS)

Dumare, I got an agent down,

I got an agent down. Dom. Dom.

(EXCLAIMS)

Injuns two,

cowboys zero.

Okay, so we got

some things on the date.

April 19th. On current or planned

events we drew nothing, but historically,

Baker, some stuff came up.

Oklahoma City bombing

took place on April 19th.

Both the Bay of Pigs and the

siege at Waco ended April 19th,

and what a lot of Americans

don't realize

is that April 19th was

originally Patriot's Day.

But, Baker, April 19th was the

day that Weed lost his family.

Jesus Christ.

What the hell

is True Patriot?

From what I can glean, some

kind of reverse PR campaign

against the United States

on or around the time

of widespread international

criticism of the US government.

So we already look bad, and this

is supposed to make us look worse.

Okay, what kind of ops

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