Smokin' Aces 2: Assassins' Ball Page #5

are we talking about?

Torture of prisoners in US

custody, all photographed.

Radiation poisoning of a

Russian official by the CIA.

Murder of an Iraqi family,

supposedly by a US soldier,

and the bombing of a subway

in an allied country

in order to sway support

against the Iraqi war.

All carried out under the

banner of True Patriot.

Prisoner torture,

that's Abu Ghraib.

Radiation poisoning,

Litvinenko.

Iraqi family murders,

Mahmudiyah killings.

Train station bombings,

Madrid subway attacks.

Look, I want you

to dig deep on this.

Okay? I want bank accounts, I

want anything and everything...

Already done. We got

classic shells, offshore,

so no one who wasn't staring at them

would ever connect them to True Patriot.

They're similar to

the tracking accounts

this Hal Leuco character

is using to go after Weed.

Nice.

Osterberg.

(GRUNTING)

LESTER:
Hey! Don't sh*t

yourself, son. It's just me.

Hi!

I look like that dude,

the one in Platoon.

He's in Sniper.

"One shot, one kill!"

(LAUGHS)

All these gentlemen callers

competing for your attention.

I like the single life.

Look, this situation,

you know what they say.

Two heads are

better than one.

Bigger targets.

I don't need your help.

Then why haven't

you killed me already?

The night's still young.

Well, hello, handsome.

(BEEPS)

Walter, why didn't you

tell me that today,

April 19th, is the day

your wife and daughter died?

It hadn't

occurred to me.

Someone says you're gonna die, the

last thing you think about is the date.

Something's not

right here, Walter.

You know how some people, they

get a trick knee before it rains?

You see, I get this twinge in my

gut and it's never let me down,

and right now it's telling me either

you or this situation is full of sh*t.

- Which one is it? Is it?

- That's outrageous, Agent Baker.

Yes, and I resent

what you're implying.

I have given the better part of my

life to this bureau and my country.

You have no right to

speak to me this way.

Hey, paesan. You check out

the Latina at the bar, man?

Sexy as f***, but man,

I don't trust it.

It's got this serious-ass

black-widow vibe type thing.

I don't know about her

bullet-head boyfriend, either.

Dom.

I'll keep an eye on her.

What's with you, man?

You okay?

I'm fine.

All right, man.

FRITZ:
Come on, come on.

Move your sorry ass.

Time is a-wasting.

All right, spuds.

Fire in the hole.

- What the hell was that?

- REDSTONE:
What?

- Where's our generator?

- Oh, f***.

Are you serious?

Everybody be cool. A little power

outage. Happens all the time.

Go with me on this.

Everybody freeze. This

woman's a wanted criminal.

- Who the f*** are you?

- Mike Gooding, FBI.

I've been following this woman for

three days. She's a wanted murderer.

Now get Baker

on the line.

Baker, you getting this?

Baker, do you copy?

Dom, did you get a movement

order on this? Is he with you?

Man, f*** this.

Everybody relax,

this f***ing second.

Deep breaths, dry palms.

We're gonna take care

of the situation.

I want everybody within

the sound of my voice

to place their weapons

on the ground.

Slowly.

(LAUGHS)

(MUMBLES)

(WHOOPING)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

I believe we's ranged.

(TRIUMPHANT MUSIC PLAYING)

- Reload!

- BABY BOY:
Yeah!

(GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

(GRUMBLING)

Oh, sh*t!

(ALL LAUGHING)

BAKER:
Someone's

compromised this operation.

We were invisible.

We were f***ing invisible.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Wait!

Wait till it's safe!

I'm not paid

to play safe.

F***!

(EXCLAIMS)

(GROANS)

(YELLING)

MALCOLM:
Sh*t!

(CRYING) I should've

listened to you.

Not my strong suit,

I guess.

It never was.

BAKER:
Dumare,

where is my overwatch?

- BAKER:
Nick?

- NICHOLAS:
Link's still down, sir.

Can anybody up there hear me?

Osterberg? Abrego? Somebody?

ABREGO:
Copy that, Chief.

Our door is still sealed.

Locking mechanism unaffected.

You hold your position.

You kill anything you don't

know. You understand me?

Jules, overwatch

is down or dead.

I need full response,

all available agents.

I repeat,

full armed response.

Copy, Chicago field

office deploying now.

Send me everything you got.

We're under siege here.

I'm on it.

Are you okay?

No, not at all.

F***!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yeah, baby, go wide!

Hit the deck!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Hey! Check this one out!

(LAUGHING)

That's not

a close-quarters weapon.

You could've killed us

all, sh*t for brains!

(EXCLAIMS) God damn it!

And that's for taking

the Lord's name in vain.

I've been shot.

I've been gut shot. Abrego, please.

Can't you see I'm dying out here.

Baker, I got Dumare on the

other side of the elevator door.

- DUMARE:
Open the goddamn door!

- ABREGO:
He's hit.

He needs medical

attention immediately.

What the hell is he

doing down there?

Dom, what are you

doing in the bar?

Why aren't you

at your post?

What's he doing? Abrego,

keep that door sealed.

What are you talking about? He's

hit. He's in a bad f***ing way, man.

- Stand down, Abrego.

- Bullshit!

What, are you f***ing nuts?

We gotta get him out of there.

Not till Baker

gives the okay.

Do not open that door.

(WHIMPERING)

I'm feeling cold,

and I know

that's really bad.

Wait, wait.

Now.

(SCREAMS)

My eyeholes!

(YELLING)

(BEEPING)

(BEEPING RAPIDLY)

(GROANS)

Oh, dear me.

Baby Boy.

You did real good.

There's a time for tears,

Daddy, but this ain't it.

There's money for the

taking. $3,000,000 worth.

Do not open that door.

Step away, man.

Open the door.

- Now!

- It's f***ing Dom, for Christ's sakes.

I am not letting him die

three f***ing feet from me.

- Stand down now!

- Abrego.

(GRUNTING)

- BAKER:
Abrego, this is a direct order.

- Hold on, Dom!

Do not open that door!

Do you understand me?

F***.

I'm coming!

What the f***, Dom?

(GRUNTS)

You're not Dom.

(GRUNTING)

(YELLS)

Sir, I've got gunfire

in the stairwell.

Proceed with

extreme prejudice.

You are our last

line of defense.

(EXCLAIMS)

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

It's me! It's Dumare! I think

I'm hit! These guys are on my ass!

I'm coming out!

FRITZ:
Hell!

Jules, where's my backup?

They're en route. But, Zane,

listen to me, the contractors...

Jules, the f***ing

ceiling is coming down.

The assassins targeting Weed all

have extensive government kill sheets.

Wetwork for Uncle Sam.

So you're saying that they've

targeted US government agents before?

No, that's just it.

All of the vendors have

been classified "liquidator,"

and at one point or another have

engaged in illegal covert activity

for the US government.

Do you hear me?

They've worked for us.

Jules? Jules?

Sh*t.

You've been lugging that

damn rocket around

like a Afghani at a f***ing

Bar Mitzvah! Shoot that sucker!

Hold on! Hold on down there!

Hold your fire for a second!

Any of you want to see

my sister's tits?

What?

JULES:
How far away

is tactical response?

JENNY:
It's 20 out.

Local PD's onsite

in three.

Just stay on it.

Get my line back up.

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