The Hitman's Bodyguard Page #2

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of yours can do.

Come on, guys, let's go.

Agent roussel,

I don't have to remind

you of the importance of this.

- No, ma'am.

- And don't doubt what he's capable of.

I won't, sir.

- Take a left on kirkland Avenue.

- Yes.

What a pretty little town.

Old, narrow streets,

buildings nice and close,

lots of great views

from all those windows.

This route's been wiped clean for us.

Nothing to worry about.

Ls that right?

How's that nose of yours doing?

Take a diversion route.

Got a boyfriend, roussie?

Significant other?

I need you to be quiet, Mr. Kincaid.

I'm just saying,

now might be the perfect time

to write one of those

"I'll always love you" texts.

Relax, motherf***er.

If you hear the shot,

it wasn't meant for you.

Two-two-one,

ten-four en route.

F***!

Cover me!

Move! Move!

Cover me!

Move! Move!

Go! Get that door open!

Go! Go! Alpha squad, with me!

Agent Roberts, protect the witness!

Parker, take the left flank!

Sh*t! We need more backup!

Follow me!

F***!

Agent roussel!

God damn it, somebody!

We need backup n...

turn around!

It's ready!

Come on!

Lay down some cover fire.

F***!

- Show me your hands!

- B*tch, please!

- Put these on.

- F*** that.

Interpol's compromised. You know that.

Either you shoot me or watch me bleed out.

We gotta get off the street.

There's a safe house

not far from here.

As a car bomb has

exploded in bishopgate green,

near coventry city center...

Don't even think

about answering that f***ing phone!

The only way dukhovich

could've known our route

was if he had somebody on the inside.

Now, I need medical supplies,

and you need help.

So, if you're gonna call somebody,

they have to be totally out of the loop.

I've had

the black diamond service

four times now, you understand?

Four times. The car still

smells like a cemetery.

Are you washing the car with old a**holes?

Or...

Just help me to understand.

Just a second here.

Hello, Amelia.

I'm texting you an address in coventry.

You need to get there immediately.

Bring three units of o-negative blood.

I'm doing very well, thank you.

How are you?

I don't have

the time for this, Michael.

I have a job I need you to do.

- Pass.

- I wasn't offering. I'm telling you.

I have a job you're going to do.

I'm not gonna let you charm me

into this one, Amelia.

Okay, let's be clear.

I'm not any happier about this

than you are,

but I don't have a choice.

Well, thank god I do.

No, Michael, you don't.

Because if you're not

where I need you to be,

I'm going to expose

you and your work to interpol.

That elite triple-a status

you want back so badly,

- I'll make sure you never get near it.

- You're threatening me now?

Not you, her. Are you threatening...

you can't just threaten me

into taking orders from you.

I guess we'll see. You're three hours

away. I'll see you in two and a half.

Three... okay, okay.

I guess we will. Jesus Christ.

Here, we're gonna load

all these into the car, okay?

We're gonna take the car out in the front,

and then burn it.

This place is like a war zone.

We got bodies everywhere.

Our unit's compromised. Everyone's down.

Get those guys lded.

And I've got no sign of agent roussel.

Maybe 15 to 20

dead mercenaries, heavily armed.

Media circus is in town.

That's not the worst of it.

Kincaid is gone.

Coventry, every available agent.

Report back to me with any updates.

Yes, ma'am.

There must've been a leak.

I told you, there are too many

agencies involved.

Get to the hague.

See what you can get out of dukhovich.

L'll try.

And alert the penitentiary in Amsterdam.

Have them triple the guard

around Kincaid's wife.

Got it.

Mrs. Kincaid, your attorney.

Did I tell you you could turn around?

What do you want,

you useless piece of sh*t?

Baby, baby, it's me.

My baql

what do you want,

you f***ing hijo de puta motherf***er!

I just wanted to hear your voice.

F*** you!

There, you heard my voice.

The only reason I'm in this sh*t hole

is so that they can get to your sorry ass!

How you doing? Made a shank yet?

What for?

It's prison, baby.

You got to protect yourself.

It's a Dutch prison, Darius!

What are they gonna do,

beat me with a clog?

You got a view at least?

Just a whole lot of corny Dutch buildings.

There's one

with a huge f***ing clock on it.

Like that's what I need right now.

Do they have those flowers you love?

Lrises?

They come from there, right?

F***ing tulips, Darius.

What kind of a piece-of-sh*t husband

doesn't remember

his wife's favorite flowers?

You never remember anything.

What's our anniversary?

I'm gonna make this up to you, baby.

You see, that's what

I'm talking about, cabrn.

Darius, is something wrong?

Not a thing, baby. Not a f***ing thing.

Then I want to hear it.

- Hello? Sonia?

- Hello? Darius!

You f***ing piece of sh*t!

You f***ing sh*t!

Go ahead,

you might as well finish the job.

Why am I here, Amelia?

A high-value transport.

Oh, high value? Oh, I don't...

I don't really do high value anymore.

These days I'm more in the...

Mid-level coked-out attorney market.

Why do you think that is?

Seriously, Michael?

Because of you.

You used me to climb the interpol ladder,

and here we are again.

You up for a promotion?

You have to blame me for every little bump

in your road, don't you.

No, these aren't bumps. No, no, no bumps.

Just one dead Japanese arms dealer.

- I had nothing to do...

- "...To do with."

Do you know what happens

when a triple-a rated

executive protection agent

loses a client?

Triple-a. I was up here, yeah?

Then I opened up to you. Why wouldn't I?

I was in love with you.

And I f***ing told you his name.

It was the first time in my entire career

I revealed a client's name.

I trusted you.

Now I'm down here. The dead guy's up here.

I'm sorry, Michael,

you hit a rough patch.

"A rough..."

A 300-pound investment banker's ass

exploded four bags of heroin

in the backseat of my car last week.

Those aren't leather seats,

those are cloth.

- Okay, Michael...

- Want you to take a minute

to think of what that clean-up might be.

I don't have the time

for your insane sh*t, okay?

At that point, you sell the car.

- I never used you!

- The depreciation...

I just left you!

Because you couldn't forgive me

for something I didn't even do.

Transport is in there.

Is that blood, dude...

what the f***?

You know how long

I've been waiting for this?

Oh, no, no. I'm not gonna look.

Motherf***er!

Hey, hey, hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Let's talk about this, okay?

Even a dumbass like you is smart enough

to keep one in the... pipe.

Oh, sh*t.

And nighty night.

- Darius Kincaid. Jesus Christ.

- Michael.

This is who you want me to protect?

My shirt!

Fine, fine.

You get the feet, I'll get the nostrils.

The trial

of former Belarusian president

Vladislav dukhovich

took an uncertain turn this week,

having recently survived

a dioxin poisoning attempt

that left his face disfigured.

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