Smokin' Aces 2: Assassins' Ball Page #6

What the f*** is that?

NICHOLAS:
Sir?

I'm a businessman. I'm here

to negotiate with Mr. Weed.

Stand down.

Relinquish your weapon and

get in the prone position.

If you don't let me in,

your man's no use to me.

(EXCLAIMS)

SOOT:
Deal or no deal?

No deal.

God damn it, Bake.

Open the door.

Shut up.

You're wasting time,

and he's losing blood.

(SCREAMS)

No matter what you do,

I will not open this door

and if you kill that man, I swear

to God, I will hunt you down.

Repeat. I will hunt

you down like a dog

and kill you if it's

the last thing I do.

I'll make sure

that it is.

- Will that door hold?

- It's got to.

If our intel's correct, three

minutes, it's roll credits.

If he's not dead at 3:00 a.m.

exactly, there's no payment.

Cheer up, Houdini. You're

about to live through this.

Y'all mind if I crash

your little party?

Eeny...

- Walter!

- ...meeny...

...miny...

...moe.

- Walter, you okay?

- Yes.

Nick.

Come on. Come on.

Come on. Oh, sh*t.

Look, okay, okay. No,

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

No, no, no. Cover his chest,

cover his chest, cover his chest.

Cover his chest. Wound. Right

here. Wound, wound, wound.

Okay, look at me. Breathe.

Breathe. You're okay.

- What is happening to me?

- No, no, you'll...

(SHUSHING) No, no.

Lay down, lay down.

- No, no. No. No, no.

- REDSTONE:
Just breathe. Come on.

- No, no. Open your eyes.

- Come on, Nick. Come on, Nick.

BAKER:
Come on.

Come on. Come on.

F***!

Hit him again, lummox. Two more

minutes and we're sh*t out of luck.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Get away from

that goddamn door.

Hey, hey, hey.

This is

a dead man's switch.

There's enough C-4

explosives wired to my chair

to bring down

this entire bunker.

If I release this button,

it detonates the explosives.

Okay, okay.

I can take him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey,

hey. Take three steps back, okay?

Just stand down.

Just hold on.

Requesting permission

to terminate target.

No, Red.

- Stand down. Red!

- He is a goddamn suicide bomber, Bake.

A dozen men are dead.

Red! No!

(EXCLAIMS IN PAIN)

Whoa!

All right? Everything's

cool. Everything's cool.

Red, you okay?

Do I look like I'm f***ing

okay? No, you just shot me!

See? Red's okay.

Walter, you're

a government official.

You're about to

murder your own.

For the greater good.

There are men

outside that door

that are wanted

enemy combatants

directly aligned

against our country.

They have engaged in

the most heinous acts

ever perpetrated

against the United States.

In 40 years, I have never had the

opportunity to do anything heroic.

Walter,

this isn't heroic.

This is sanctioned murder.

You're sweeping up for

somebody, Walter, okay?

Hal Leuco fed you a line of bullshit,

and now they're using you, Walter.

I am not being used.

I lied to you.

I am well aware

of True Patriot,

a vicious, coordinated assault

by animals like Finbar McTeague

conducting tortures in the

name of American interests.

He stages these sessions,

photographs them,

and disseminates the

pictures around the world.

And Ariella Martinez,

mercenary,

well-versed in exotic

poisons and toxicology.

She liquidates a Russian

dissident with radioactive poison

used only

by the US military.

(CHOKING)

Lazlo Soot. He murders an Iraqi

family and pins it on a US soldier.

Those crazed hillbillies,

the Tremors?

The True Patriot is a

fabrication. Hal Leuco made it up.

They blew up a train station in Spain.

It swayed a major election,

voted in a liberal president,

who then pulled his

support on the Iraqi war.

NEWSCASTER 1:
191 people were killed

today, and more than 2,000 were...

NEWSCASTER 2:
It seems the train targeted

by the bombers were either in station or...

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

These are cold-blooded

mercenaries and killers

in open warfare

against our government.

They have been sent a contract

on me to lure them here,

where I can terminate

all of them.

Okay, Walter,

wait a minute.

Everything you know about

True Patriot is a lie.

Yes. Hal Leuco, whoever

or whatever the f*** he is,

he's been planning on using you for

months, maybe even years in advance.

Yes, Walter. They planted these stories.

They stitched them together

to get you here to this moment.

It's blowback, Walter.

Everyone you mentioned,

all those enemy combatants,

yeah, they've done some

sinister things, Walter,

but on behalf of the US government,

and now they want them dead.

Do you see what's happening

here? This isn't about patriotism.

- This is about eradication.

- No.

Yes, and that's what

they're doing to you, Walter.

- Don't let them. Don't.

- No.

My wife and my daughter

were taken from me.

By what? Chance?

Ideas live on, Agent Baker.

People don't.

And when I roll out that door

and detonate these explosives,

I join

the grid of destiny.

I will be remembered.

I will be history.

You have a choice.

Destiny's plaything,

or avenging angel?

Please don't do this.

Please don't do this, Walter.

Walter, please. F***.

Come on. Come on.

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)

FRITZ:
Help me.

Help me, boy.

(CACKLING) Help me.

Help me. Help me, boy.

I'll help you,

you old f***er.

(GUNSHOT)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(COUGHING)

MAN 1:
Sir?

Sir, are you okay?

MAN 2:
Hey, buddy,

you all right?

Gun! He's got a gun!

Whoa! I'm Agent Baker.

I'm in charge.

Don't. Don't move. Get down on

the ground. Get down on the ground.

VEJAR:
Get off him!

He's FBI.

You four, lock this place

down, check for survivors.

See to Lester Young there

while you're at it.

Agent Baker, I'm Special

Agent Anthony Vejar.

I know you've been through

hell, but I'm out of time.

Where's Walter Weed?

He's dead.

You can verify that? You

saw him die? You saw a body?

He blew himself up

into a million pieces.

I'm gonna ask you

one more time.

Did you see a body? Did

you actually see him die?

He was sitting on enough C-4

to level downtown Chicago.

He was a suicide bomber.

There's no body to recover.

We have reason to believe

that Walter Weed was Hal Leuco.

What?

We think Leuco was

some sort of cleanup man,

taking care of old assets like

the Tremors, McTeague, Lazlo Soot,

in order to eradicate

any link to True Patriot,

anyone he'd dealt

with personally.

There's an element of shadow

government behind this.

CIA, NSA,

agency in the black.

It's unclear, but you and

your men were used, co-opted.

Okay, wait a minute,

wait a minute.

My team did an extensive

background check.

They tracked Weed all the

way back to his childhood.

He worked for the agency,

for God's sakes.

It was all fabricated.

Leuco papered, disseminated

information in the agency

to create

the illusion of Weed.

Hal Leuco isn't

even a real name.

It's short for Haliaeetus leucocephalus.

It's Latin for "bald eagle.' '

BAKER:
You want bald eagles on your

playing cards, I think you've earned it.

The assassins, the money we were

tracking, where did all that come from?

As Walter Weed, Leuco had

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