xXx: Return of Xander Cage Page #3

...over here.

I got this.

What are you, my handler?

I'm whatever you need. I can handle anything.

And I've got a tight grip.

And just so you know, I am not a field agent.

I do not go out in the field. Ever.

Now, that's where all the fun is.

Yeah, fun scares me.

People scare me. Guns scare me.

People with guns really scare me.

And if I'm scared, I can't do my job.

And if I can't do my job, then people die.

And if people die,

then who am I tech-supporting?

Literally no one.

But I will make sure to keep you safe.

It ain't easy to keep me safe.

Whoa.

Yeah, these bad boys are my favorite, too.

They're called exo-gloves.

DARPA's new ground combat initiative.

Pneumatic pistons drive the gears,

quadruple the speed and power

of your punches.

Uh, uh-uh-uh...

Nope, nope.

This is a multistage signal disruptor.

It's very, very breakable.

Can you tell me the real reason

behind the crash of

Pan Am Flight 103 over Lockerbie?

- Yes.

- Ah.

You're one of them, aren't you?

Easy there, Rocky.

I wasn't kidding when I said

there's enough force in these bad boys

to probably punch a hole

through the fricking plane.

Keep screwing around.

What could possibly go wrong?

- That is my style, though.

- Yeah, good. Glad to hear it.

Oh, you know, actually,

I would rather if you didn't...

Oh.

That's refreshing.

You actually know

what you're doing down there.

Yeah. That's what she said.

Wow.

You need something, man?

Well, I heard this is a perfect place

to disappear for a few days

for my crew, no questions asked.

Hey, Mi casa es su casa,

if the price is right.

Perfect. Tennyson!

You're gonna like this.

I just happen to have the best

hardware in the South Pacific.

30% off the top gets you

our finest hospitality package.

30% off the top?

Do I get the girls for a weekend

and two coconuts?

10%.

10%?

You must've been aiming at the other

lawless, uncharted island down the block.

Happens all the time.

Here's what you do.

You turn around, go get your boat.

You can kiss my ass.

Okay, hang on.

What do you think?

You talked me into it!

18%!

You think this is a flea market?

You think we're in the hood selling TVs

and fake watches, or something like that?

What's wrong with you, man?

All right. Twenty-two and a half.

How you gonna do "and a half"?

Twenty-two

and a half.

All right. Enjoy this party.

I like your style, man.

Stay on that boat, no matter what.

Adele, Nicks!

All right, guys, keep your earbuds in.

Like always, Adele,

you're my eyes in the sky.

Nicks, you're gonna show 'em how we do it.

You got this?

Just watch.

Can you keep this behind the bar for me?

What can I get you?

A cranberry and club soda.

Make that two.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Stay focused.

Really?

Xander Cage. Back in action.

Did I ever leave?

Oh.

Sh*t.

Spotted our clown.

Easier than expected. Drinks all around.

That's him.

What do you know?

It's douchebag hunting season.

My favorite.

It's a little early

in the evening to slay someone.

- Let me fix it.

Oh, Come on.

If Dance Dance Revolution doesn't deserve

a bullet, I don't know who does.

Is this a party or a funeral?

It's a party!

Either way, somebody's

getting turnt up tonight!

I told you he was fun to have around.

At first, I thought Special Forces.

But your ink's all wrong.

CIA?

They would send in a drone, bomb us to hell.

MI6?

You're not the kind of subtle they prefer.

You know, the men who come

to this island, they're on the run.

Hiding from the world.

But not you.

You're not here to hide.

You're looking for someone.

And who's to say I haven't already found her?

Was that meant to scare me?

A little tremble would be nice.

Well,

considering you're one tremble away

from limping out of here...

...I'd say I'm close enough.

Does this mean you're not making me

breakfast in the morning?

I'd say you're a couple inches off.

Bit of a stalemate.

Not if you drop the gun.

I'm not the bad guy.

I don't believe in good guys.

Serena?

We just met.

But we were getting along

famously until somebody

decided to interrupt.

Stick to the path.

Here, honey.

There's a lot of unmarked

graves on the island.

I'll bet whoever sold you

that shirt is in one of them.

And how long do you intend to push your luck?

Until I get what I came for.

Which is what exactly?

So, let's be real and talk about

what we all really want.

I'm only here for that.

And in my mind,

you guys could walk away nicely.

Unless you want to continue our foreplay.

Power like that doesn't belong

in anyone's hands.

Just improvising.

Mate, seriously? A grenade?

What is this?

Eastern Europe in the early '90s?

Next, he's gonna send you a fax.

So, you're willing to kill

just to keep that for yourself?

That's the wrong question to ask.

What's the right question?

"Are you willing to die for it?"

One grenade, three people.

I like the odds.

Two grenades, three people.

I'm loving these odds.

You ever bleed so much, when you

open your eyes, all you see is red?

When you have fought war

on every continent...

Come on, X, just say the word.

Let me put both these a**holes

out to pasture.

...you expect death.

- Our bodies are such fragile things.

- Come on. Let me shoot him.

Death sometimes just sneaks up on you.

It's been a while since I played hot potato.

I'm in this hospital bed.

I'm barely conscious. Delirious.

Drowning in my own blood.

And all I can hear myself think is,

"Today's the day. "

"Today's the day you die. "

I'm touched. Can I have my jacket,

when you get a sec?

Then a man comes along, tells me a story

about a drought in California.

About skateboards and swimming pools.

About a man named Xander Cage.

Oh, sh*t. He's Triple-X.

I heard he was dead.

Is he?

We are all Triple-X.

We just have different agendas.

She wants to destroy it.

I'm gonna use it.

And I'll be damned if I'm gonna

let you take it back to the NSA.

Now, it's a party.

Everybody, get down! Move! Move!

Sh*t's about to go down.

You ready to have some fun?

Stop it!

Everybody, hands up! Now!

On the floor!

First person to move, first person to die!

I moved.

I just moved again. I'm still alive.

Shut up, "hero"!

All right.

Let's do this.

Don't move!

Okay, I actually have what you want.

Pandora's Box?

I got it right here.

But you're wrong, though.

You take it from me, and you die first.

Then Lieutenant Leningrad,

who thinks he's got your back.

Then the two Ivans by the door.

Moscow Mule by the bar.

And then Igor on the stairs.

See where we're going with this?

But none of that matters.

'Cause like I said,

if you take this from me, you die first.

I'll take it from you dead or alive.

And if you hold it too tight,

I cut your arm off.

Suit yourself.

Leningrad.

Hi, Ivan. Other Ivan.

Whoo!

Ooh, bye-bye, Moscow Mule.

Igor. That's another one you owe me, X.

Read between the lines.

Tennyson! Some back-up would be nice.

- Huh?

- Some back-up would be nice!

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