xXx: State of the Union Page #2

- Besides, if we're gonna roll...

...we're gonna need something

with a little more muscle.

Something nasty.

I can do nasty.

I know you can.

Bored and stroked,

full roller, 8 litres.

Supercharged with a 25-psi boost,

automated hydraulics...

...high-stall converter with shift kit.

That gonna do the trick?

- You happy?

- I'm good.

I love this girl.

All right, the target is information.

It's on a hard drive

inside my old headquarters, here.

The rest of it is at my house.

- I'll pick that up tonight while...

- Information?

Well, start by giving me some.

- We on the same page?

- You know what I'm talking about.

Last time out, I went down,

and you disappeared.

Look, you aren't the only one

who lost something that day.

When the fire started,

you were busy with the general.

Some of us went in

to see who we could save.

Now, you think this looks bad? You

should've seen it before I got it fixed.

Guess nobody's story

has a happy ending.

Story's not over yet, soldier.

Shavers...

...can you make that

into a personal weapon?

Give me an hour.

- We straight?

- It's funny, captain.

Wars come and go,

but my soldiers stay eternal.

I like that. Who said it?

- Jefferson? Patton?

- Tupac.

All right, X, this is a covert op.

Full stealth, total silence.

You're gonna wanna be

real delicate here.

Subtle.

Very subtle.

This is sector 14.

We got an attack, topside.

You two, hold the floor.

Everybody else, follow me.

All right, X, you got three minutes.

X, Gibbons' office is

northwest corner, sector four.

Hey! Wait!

X, main room.

Remove the first of three drives

facing you.

There's nobody here.

Yeah, except for all of us.

It wasn't an attack,

it was a diversion.

All right, X, they're coming

back down. You gotta go. Now.

Lock this place down.

I want him in hand, alive.

College boy, I'm cut off.

Get me out of here.

Okay, X. Boat dock,

quarter mile, dead ahead.

I want that truck.

Block every road

in a 10-mile radius.

Everybody okay?

Blows up my car,

he blows up my boats.

Who the hell is this guy?

All right, college boy,

I'm headed upstream.

X, got a little bit of a problem here.

This is the police.

Goddamn!

All you had to do was drive.

You know what, X?

I'm really starting to miss the old XXX.

Stop your vehicle now.

Okay, I see you.

Hey, get your ass

out the driver's seat.

Mission accomplished.

Darius Stone. Born south side, D.C.

Mother died young, father raised him.

Not much to report till '88.

His dad was killed by a stray bullet

in a 211, and Darius went off the grid.

Started with graffiti,

reckless driving.

Quickly worked his way up to

grand-theft auto and resisting arrest.

Took him some time

to find his calling in the Navy.

Specifically, the Navy SEALs.

Trained sniper, top scores.

Urban recon, demolition.

The highest dive in Navy history,

Augustus Gibbons recruited him

into an elite unit, Level 5 Classified.

Ran ops in Eastern Europe

till Christmas in Kosovo.

Their general ordered them to set a fire

to clear civilians, but Stone refused.

Led a mutiny against

a four-star general...

...the current secretary of defence,

George Deckert...

...who had him court-martialed

for a 20-year term.

Ten for disobeying direct orders...

...and another 10 for breaking

the general's jaw.

This is the last footage

we have on him.

A meeting with his lawyer,

Jonathan Edward Cochran.

Oh, that's cute.

Johnnie Cochran.

I don't think Mr. Stone can afford

Johnnie's fee. Do we have audio?

It's attorney-client. No mikes.

Hold it there. Okay, reel it back.

Back, back, back.

Freeze it. Blow it up.

Gibbons and Stone

on a comeback tour.

All right, listen up. I want all eyes

up and running on these two.

And I want hard 20s

on the rest of their old unit.

I wanna know where they are...

...I wanna know what they're doing,

and I wanna know now.

I'm disappointed, Auggie.

Checkmate in three?

You should've seen it coming.

Relax. Have a drink.

- I took the liberty of pouring myself...

- You were always taking liberties.

Same old Gibbons.

Good soldier with a bad attitude.

You know, I always remember

the first day we met.

I remember the last day I saw you.

I bet you do.

Didn't heal too well, did it?

Some wounds never do.

- I never asked you to go into that fire.

- You just set it and watched it burn.

We did what needed to be done.

That what you call it?

"Doing what you need to do"?

Sixteen of my men killed?

What's that, just more friendly fire?

Some men die so others may live.

Funny...

...that you never seem to be the one

doing any of the dying.

I'll do whatever it takes

to best protect this nation.

You're not protecting the nation.

You're doing this to protect yourself.

- Why? What fires you starting now?

- We both live in the same world.

- We know what's out there.

- Save the speech.

Just so you know...

...whatever you're up to,

you're not getting away with it.

Why?

Because Darius Stone

is gonna stop me?

I'm sorry.

Was that supposed to be a surprise?

Gibbons, I know every move you make

even before you do.

You still work for me,

whether you know it or not.

I never worked for you.

- I work for my country.

- I don't know what's more pathetic...

...a man that plays chess

with himself...

...or a man that doesn't see

he's already lost.

Make it look like an accident.

Zero exposure.

Sir, they found Gibbons.

Investigators say an apparent

gas leak triggered the explosion.

The fire department was too late

to save the occupant...

... but managed to contain the fire

before it spread.

The deceased, Augustus Gibbons,

was a former Navy captain.

He was 51 years old.

The funeral's tomorrow

at Arlington National Cemetery.

Gas leak. Right.

This is Lisa Joyner reporting from

Chevy Chase, Maryland for WJLA.

Back to you in the studio.

Toby, let's get to work.

There's nothing on here. Nothing.

It's blank, man.

Because you're looking

in the wrong place.

Gibbons said it was

on the hard drive.

What are you doing?

I read about that.

Cold War. Old school, right?

Not that old school.

All right.

Now, which one's Charlie?

Only one way to find out.

Ready. Aim.

Fire.

Ready. Aim. Fire.

Order arms.

Like our Lord and saviour...

...Augustus Eugene Gibbons

died in our service.

Head of the NSA, FBI, Joint Chiefs,

secretary of state.

Damn.

You know what this means, right?

- What?

- They're gonna kill me next.

- Give me those.

- Damn, man.

If we're working together,

you should work on your partner skills.

Like, if you want something,

try "Please," "May I borrow...?"

Please, may I borrow

the binoculars...

...before I kick your teeth in?

Okay.

See, now, that's a start. Not bad.

- Deckert?

- You know Secretary Deckert?

Oh, yeah. We go way back.

But he hated everything

about Gibbons.

So, what is he doing here?

- Charlie.

- You found him.

Her.

- Her?

- Can you get me a suit?

Oh, so now you wanna blend.

I hear this place

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