xXx: Return of Xander Cage Page #5

Fish in a barrel.

Forty-five U.S.P.

Twelve round mag.

Five left.

Three.

What the hell's going on out there?

Empty.

Adele, Xander's in.

Find the target, light him up.

Gibbons thought you'd be back.

To be the hero we needed.

You take the box to the NSA,

and we're right back to where we started.

Wow.

This is touching.

Gibbons would be proud

to see you two working together.

I'm walking out of here, Xander.

You want to know a secret?

You forgot to put deodorant on?

I killed Gibbons because

he was a self-righteous prick.

Do you have a shot?

He thought he had

the right to police the world.

Adele, do you have eyes on the target?

- I'm switching to thermal.

I was never going to stop downing satellites

no matter what happened. You know why?

Because this world has turned...

Please, please,

please tell me you have a shot.

Damn it.

He's turned the heat up. I can't see sh*t.

X, can't see you guys.

Thermal's no good.

- Right?

I've lost you in the heat.

- You don't see what's going on in this world?

- Take it easy.

Huh?

- So, what are you gonna do about it?

- Easy.

X, keep Chatty Cathy talking.

I still don't have a shot.

We made it that way.

People like Gibbons

and the two of you. And me.

We made it that way. I mean, come on.

What's the point of getting up in the morning

if you're not gonna reboot the world, right?

Okay. Easy.

There's a war out there.

We're at war for our survival,

you don't see it?

Millions of people have died

for nothing... It's their right.

Read between the lines.

- Isn't it right?

I'm gonna be honest with you.

What's been bugging me this whole time

is you've got something stuck

in between your teeth.

What the hell are you talking about?

I'm serious.

What the hell's wrong with you?

Right there.

Ahh!

Nice shot.

Was there ever a doubt?

Uh, yeah, I confess, I had my doubts.

That's for talking sh*t

about my friend, Gibbons.

Xiang! Get on your knees! On your knees!

Hands! Hands!

On your knees, now.

Just in time.

Watch out, Cage. Keep this up,

people might mistake you

for one of the good guys.

Hey, suit.

You got what you wanted.

We both know he's not the bad guy.

And who do we blame for Moscow?

Better a living terrorist

than a dead company man.

You see what I'm saying?

Let's go.

Back on the plane. I want wheels up in 20.

Let's go, boys.

We recovered Pandora's Box.

They're gonna send an extraction team

to pick you guys up.

But they're taking Xiang.

Oh, and, Serena, if you don't hear

from me, remember, dial nine.

X takes care of its own.

You gave it back to Marke, didn't you?

Nice place. Spacious. Expensive.

Shut up.

Thank you, sir.

Yes, minimal casualties.

Triple-X performed beyond any

reasonable measure of expectation.

Let me guess.

That was my invite to the Oval Office.

As of 10 minutes ago, the Triple-X

program was officially shuttered.

All active agents are to be erased from record

and considered enemies of the state.

It's just never a good idea

to point a gun at me.

Hey, are NSA extraction teams

normally armed like they're invading Fallujah?

No, generally not. Watch the boys.

Sh*t.

Oh, God, it's happening, isn't it?

They're gonna start shooting

at us, aren't they?

- Come on!

- Clear out, let's go!

It's showtime.

I guess we're on the same team now.

Give me one.

You know me. Wind me up,

point me in the right direction.

Come on, let's go!

This sh*t is getting real, isn't it?

Is this what happens when sh*t gets real?

What do we do?

Just be where the bullets aren't.

Sadly, the terrorist activated Pandora's Box

one last time before we could stop him.

You and your entire team were lost

in the blast along with the device itself.

If the world thinks Pandora's Box is gone,

then they won't know

we're using it to spy on them.

You're just another tyrant.

No. Patriot.

Let me educate you on the difference.

Xander!

Xander!

They say it's the last great adventure, Cage.

Be sure and send a postcard.

- Engines hot!

- Let's go!

Xander!

Xander Cage!

Go, go!

Everybody, fan out!

Find cover! Move!

Get behind there!

There, take cover! Okay, okay.

Get behind there!

What a rush.

Damn, Becky, that's some body armor.

Hey. I told you you got no manners.

Did your mother ever teach you

how to zip up your pants?

Shh...

Well?

Serena.

We're a bit busy now!

Marke's got Pandora's Box.

She's gonna drop a satellite on top of you.

She's gonna drop a satellite on us!

Not if I jam the signal!

I need a power source!

Go!

Over there? By myself?

Go!

Cover me!

Fan out!

Go, go!

Hurry up, over there!

I go low.

I'll go high.

See if I can't find G.I. Joe.

Are you getting this interference?

Sh*t.

Take 'em out, now!

Everyone needs backup, right?

Yeah, I guess.

Let's do this.

Nicks!

- I've got a plan!

- No!

No, no, no!

Listen! From now on,

I make the plans, you execute!

Ow!

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, my God, this is f***ing awesome!

What's wrong, hotshot? No witty comeback?

I just finally figured out that math problem.

It's gonna take two flushes.

Go, go, go!

Oh, sh*t. Way too many.

Let's get out of here.

Get back! Come on!

Oh, sh*t!

Oh, my, God, I'm gonna die.

Move!

Push forward!

This is all we've got.

Pin 'em! Pin 'em down!

Damn! I'm out of bullets. You got any?

No. Nothing.

I'm empty.

- We go on three.

- Okay.

Wassup?

Rock, paper, scissor, grenade launcher.

Darius Stone.

Triple-X since 2005.

Thanks for the assist.

X takes care of its own.

You got to be kidding.

We failed.

Xander, Marke activated

the satellite and it's headed right for us.

I'm gonna have to take it out kamikaze style.

Don't do it. It's suicide.

Nobody could survive that fall.

Tell Nicks to have that camera ready.

Low-orbit freefall,

no chute and big fireworks.

They say it's the last great adventure.

Be sure to send a postcard.

I live for this sh*t.

Sh*t.

Nicks, I hope you got that on camera!

If it ain't on video, it didn't happen!

Oh, yeah. Hall of Fame sh*t right here, bro.

You know I could've done that, right?

- Bullshit.

- Shut up.

What happened to Marke?

The ground broke her fall.

Still don't believe in good guys?

It's okay if you're a little bad.

How bad?

Now, that right there,

that was a hell of an entrance.

That's a hell of a car.

Yeah. Gibbons told me to keep an eye on it.

He said I'd know why when I need to know why.

Now I know why.

It's exactly the way I left it.

I took it on a date or two.

X takes care of its own.

That's why I figured you'd come through.

To get a chance to work

with the legendary Xander Cage?

Where do I sign up?

You know, you done pissed

on the wrong damn picnic.

The whole world gonna be looking for us.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

We thought we'd end

with Augustus' favorite song.

Wow, that's an impressive trick.

What?

Think you're the only one

who knows how to play dead?

Gotcha.

This is some pretty surreal sh*t,

being at your own funeral.

I love that song.

And it could be a wonderful world,

Rate this script:5.0 / 1 vote