The Hitman's Bodyguard Page #3

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- Authorities are keeping dukhovich...

- Interpol wishes to have a word.

Quite the dust-up in coventry

this morning.

But you wouldn't know anything

about that, would you?

You've come here to lodge a complaint?

I've come for my money.

I delivered as promised.

I gave you Kincaid as exposed

as you'll ever get him.

Small security detail,

practically a rookie leading them.

I can't do more than that.

Let's be fair here.

You think it's fair

that you want something for nothing?

In my country...

we would skin you like a cat.

Would that be fair?

I come from nothing. I work all my life...

Serving the people.

And then they come into my country

and they took it all away!

And now they lock me up like a rat,

feed me poison!

Is this fair?

When Kincaid is dead,

you'll be paid in full.

You know he's a murderer, right?

You're playing nurse to a murderer.

- A witness. Mmm-hmm.

- Really?

Twenty-seven times.

That's how many times this a**hole

has tried to kill me, 27... 28!

F***ing Prague!

If dukhovich is acquitted,

he'll be back in power next week.

I won't let that happen.

Good.

You should take him to the hague.

I can't!

There's a mole inside interpol.

- It's already cost me 12 good officers.

- Good?

That's subjective.

Nice. Maybe they were nice.

I'll make it simple for you;

If I stay near him, they'll find him.

So I gotta risk my life

protecting this coffin magnet over here?

So I gotta risk my life

protecting this coffin magnet over here?

So I gotta risk my life

protecting this coffin magnet over here?

No, no, no. You gotta put something

- in the pot.

- How about your career?

- How about it?

- Your precious career.

You do this job for me,

and I'll get you back to elite status.

Yeah, you don't have that power.

I've got connections.

You want back in? I can put you there.

Why would I trust you?

Why?

Because I've never lied to you, Michael.

You're terrible at almost everything,

but you're good at keeping people alive.

Keep him alive... please,

and you get your dream life back.

And as bonus,

you'll never hear from me again.

Good.

Still.

Where are you?

Setting up operation

at coventry police headquarters.

You got nothing from dukhovich?

Are you surprised?

- Ma'am?

- Busy.

I've picked up activity

at our safe house in town.

Is this something

I need to know right now?

No, not normally.

But, yes, it should be vacant.

And you believe it's not?

Well, the access code

was activated

without identity authorization.

Could Kincaid have gotten inside?

But it's on a revolving encryption.

Get a team over there. Now!

And where is agent roussel?

Sorry, got to go.

Good luck.

I believe I know where Kincaid is.

What the f*** is all this?

You're a fugitive.

Fugitives wear restraints.

No, no, no, not the cuffs.

I'm talking about these whack-ass,

hipster clothes I'm wearing.

Yeah, luckily I brought extra.

Lucky for who?

Sh*t. Am I wearing underwear?

Those are for me too,

in case I have to change your pants again.

Not a fan.

You know they call them

swinging d*cks for a reason.

How about we never speak of this again?

Sh*t. Interpol protocol.

When that phone rings and nobody answers,

they're gonna send officers to the door.

And there they are.

Yes, we're setting our perimeter.

Comfy?

So, what happened

to little miss interpol?

Agent roussel's gone.

Damn! I liked her. She's spunky.

This building has two stairwells,

- no fire escapes...

- No fire escapes

and no adjacent rooftops.

You know, you're not the only

observant motherf***er on the planet.

I go through doors first.

I check to see if it's clear,

then you follow.

Really? You think that's necessary?

- My job is to keep you out of harm's way.

- Sh*t, motherf***er.

I am harm's way.

Two hostiles, maybe more.

I don't suppose I could have a gun?

No. We're gonna take

the north stairwell. Let's go.

F***!

- It's him!

- Come on!

Thank god you're here.

I don't know

what I would've done without you.

Well done. Guess what happens now?

Shots fired! Shots fired!

All units sending in nine-nine.

Now we have a new problem.

I like to keep things

a little more subtle.

See? Boring is better.

Okay. That's very loud.

It was empty anyway-

we're identifying

heat signatures on the rooftop

moving in a northbound direction.

Copy that! Go, go, go!

They're on the roof!

No, no, no. No odds in thatjump.

It beats the hell out of whatever's

gonna come through that door.

No. Just gotta...

We just gotta find

a more intelligent way...

Motherf***er! Ahh! Sh*t!

Holy f***ing sh*t.

Secure the roof! Go, go, go!

Delta squad with me!

- They're on the north side!

- Copy that!

Made that jump on one leg.

I made that jump

without jumping. Let's go.

So, what's your next trick,

showing me how we escape without escaping?

Let's just try to get to the car

without killing anyone, all right?

- Ls this your car?

- One of them.

I remember

shooting at you in a Jaguar.

Buckle up. If we get

in a high-speed chase,

I want you strapped in.

I'm more worried

about the wheels coming off this b*tch

when you reach the speed limit.

Back in the day,

we wouldn't have even stolen

this piece of sh*t,

and we stole everything.

I remember one night...

I know all I need to know about you.

All your early arrests,

your father in and out of prison,

you following in the same footsteps.

Did your little research, did you?

Prepare for a test,

there are no surprises.

And you grew up wanting to be a cop

till you found out

wasn't no money in that sh*t.

So you joined the CIA,

sharpened your skills,

so you joined the CIA,

sharpened your skills,

so you joined the CIA,

sharpened your skills,

then decided to open your own shop,

pimp yourself out to the fat cats.

I didn't even have to do

no research to know that sh*t.

It's written all over your punk-ass.

Can't wait to hear what I'll do next.

That's great.

You know, why don't...

Why don't you lay back

and keep from getting spotted.

Get comfortable.

That's a good idea.

Smells like ass back here!

Bet that jag never smelled like ass.

These your electrolytes?

Facial recognition

identifies this man

as Michael Bryce.

But you already know that,

don't you, agent roussel?

You two have a history.

Long time ago.

You slipped Kincaid

into our own safe house,

then brought in this...

Executive protection agent?

Official channels had been compromised.

What did you expect me to do?

Clearly, our office security's

been breached.

The red notice stays.

You, however, can go.

I'm placing you on leave.

You will surrender

your weapon and credentials.

You are going to be telling

this story for years, Amelia,

from inside a very large office

or a very small cell.

Well, I like my odds.

The only way Bryce and Kincaid

don't make it to the hague

is if they kill each other first.

Amelia.

She's making a mistake.

We need to plug our leak.

Now, this Bryce, do you trust him?

With something like this, yes.

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