All language subtitles for The Hitman Bodyguard (2017)

I trust the pickup ran smoothly.

Head up was clean.

Those dots are the exit points.

Clear roads all the way, Chief.

Just as you predicted.

Thank you for agreeing to an earlier
departure time, Mr. Kurosawa. I'm

that you and your wives have entrusted a
triple -A protection service today.

If the engine started, I want an
immediate takeoff.

Airspace has already been cleared.

Roger that.

All channels moving to restricted
airspace.

Shall we?

Mr. Kurosawa.

Another AAA delivery, sir. Stay with him
till he's airborne.

Yes, sir.

Candice is clear?

Nothing for Mars, Chief.

Almost boring.

And what's our motto?

Boring is always best.

Seaford.

Are we ready to go?

Are we ready? I've been waiting.

What the hell took you so long? It's
half past nine.

Apologies. I had to make some
preparations.

Mr. Seaford. Mr. Seaford.

Best if I go two doors first.

I don't think you know what I'm dealing
with here. Come on. Let's go. Let's go.

Let's go. Double time. These people are
animals.

They're probably here already. Just...

Just wait for me. I can appreciate your
concern, but I assure you, you are

perfectly safe.

All you need to do is exactly what I
tell you.

Mr. Seifert, Mr. Seifert, this way,
please.

All right. Is it not enough cocaine or
too much?

Mr. Seifert, you're triple A rated.

Is that a real thing?

Let's just focus on you dying in natural
causes, shall we?

That's my call.

Take a mental picture of it.

I found it safer if we're using a car
that blends in with the surrounding

traffic.

Well, that was easy. In fact,
practically nothing at all.

Boring is always best.

I trust he will juice you.

What? This is Michael Bryce. I'm an
executive protection agent fully

and bonded within the EU.

Fucking hell, I know it's you. I got
caller ID.

Such a fucking dick.

You got a pickup for me in Husey or
what? Yes, I've extracted my client from

St. George Street. Cleanup is required.

The seventh floor north stairwell I left
French National employed by the Ture

Crime Syndicate.

You'll find two more in the south
stairwell. On the roof, you're going to

another who's going to need some dental
work.

In the alley, there's two gentlemen who
may require some counseling.

One more in the east office on the sixth
floor under construction.

And one on the number three elevator.

Oh, oh.

Oh, parking garage. Under the Rolls
-Royce in Phase 5, there's a pound of

plastic explosives, so you might want to
call the bomb squad.

Check that.

Make it to the fire department.

Is that my car?

I'm afraid so. Have a seat. It's been a
long day.

That's a custom Rolls -Royce. One of a
kind.

I thought that was an unusual color.

Is that periwinkle?

I did find that in the back seat.

Fresh,

isn't it, Jay?

Not like Austin here.

Buckle up.

Good car certainly isn't triple A rated.

It's not even for animals.

I'm sorry for the late visit, Professor.

I'm glad to see you, sir.

How's your English?

I don't know much English, Mr.
President.

The only way for the country to progress
is by...

eradicating the scourge of genocide,
blackening our country and our

I appreciate your modesty.

I hope not to deter your family.

They are on holiday.

Good for them.

Family makes a man whole.

I could have you executed for treason,
but another would simply stand a little

bit higher on your corpse.

There must be some other lesson I could
teach you.

As I said.

There is nothing more important than a
good education.

Professor Asimov, can you please tell
the court what happened next?

I was taken to one of the government
camps.

I was there for three years until he was
finally

overthrown.

Arrested like the monster he is.

Thank you, Professor Asimov.

Your Honor, I request that this entire
testimony be disregarded. Without any

evidence, this is merely hearsay.

Abstained. The trial of former
Belarusian President Vladislav Dukovic

today with emotional testimony from many
of his country's victims.

But while powerful to hear, Dukovic's
attorney states they are nothing more

the lies of his enemies.

Along one of the world's most brutal
dictates, who stands accused of ethnic

cleansing on a massive scale. An
unprecedented level of security is in

around the courthouse. Even the airspace
above this city is closed. So far, the

prosecution has been crippled by the
lack of any hard evidence against

himself. Numerous witnesses... were
expected to testify have disappeared. Is

there anyone brave enough to come
forward with evidence and finally put an

to this brutal raid?

Mr. Kincaid.

Assuming we accept this arrangement for
Sonia Kincaid, there's still the matter

of an agreement regarding my clients.

He will receive this letter recommending
leniency.

Mr. Kincaid is a contract killer facing
two dozen counts of murder in ten

countries. Absent a legitimate deal, he
will never breathe free air again. Under

no...

Sonia

goes free.

We're all set, Director Cazorio.

Let's get this gentleman to the egg.

Kincaid, this is Agent Roussel.

She'll be leaving a security detail
which will escort you to the

Criminal Court.

You know, Dukovich's men have killed
every single witness brought against

My security detail is a dozen off -duty
cops.

These are the most highly trained
officers in Europe, Mr. Kincaid.

We have taken every precaution to make
sure that your involvement is completely

classified.

It's a secret.

That makes me feel so much better.

Well, I can assure you, even if that was
an attempt, we're more than prepared

for any assault.

You prepared for that assault,
motherfucker?

Uncuff me, give me some car keys, a
couple of guns.

I'll meet you guys there. The court's
deadline is at 5 p .m. tomorrow, Mr.

Kincaid. That gives us 27 hours to
transport you from Manchester to the

Netherlands.

If you want to help your wife, you
should get moving.

Okay, Inspector Clouseau, let's see what
these elite troops of yours can do.

Come on, guys, let's go.

Agent Husserl, I don't have to remind
you the importance of this.

No, ma 'am. And don't doubt what he's
capable of.

I won't.

Pretty little town.

Old, narrow streets.

Building nice and close.

Lots of great views from all the
windows.

This roof's been wiped clean for us.
Nothing to worry about.

Is that right?

I didn't know it was yours, Tom.

You

got

a boyfriend, Ruthie?

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, motherfucker. If you hit the
shot, it wasn't meant for you.

Protect the witness!

They have to cover me.

Put these on. Fuck that.

Interpol's compromised. You know that.

Either you shoot me or watch me bleed
out.

We got to get off the street.

There's a safe house. Don't talk to me.

Even think about answering that fucking
phone.

The only way Dukovic could have known
our route was if you had somebody on the

inside.

Now I need medical supplies, and you
need help. So if you're going to 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
assholes?

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 needed to do.

Uh, pass.

I wasn't offering. I'm telling you. I
have a job you're going to do.

I'm not going to let you...

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.

There's a lead to triple -A status you
want back so badly.

I'll make sure you never get near it.
Oh, you're threatening me now.

Not you, her. Are you threatening? You
can't just threaten me into taking

from you. Well, I guess we'll find out.
You're three hours away. I'll see you in

two and a half. Three hours? Okay, okay.
I guess we will. Jesus Christ.

Here, we're going to load all these into
the car, okay?

We're going to take the car out in the
front, and then we're just going to burn

it.

This place is like a war zone.

We've got bodies everywhere.

Our unit's compromised.

Everyone's down.

Get those guys ID'd. And I've got no
sign of Agent Roussel.

Maybe 15 to 20 dead mercenaries, heavily
armed.

Media circuses in town.

That's not the worst of it.

Kincaid is gone.

Coventry. Every available agent.

Report back to me with any update.

Yes, ma 'am.

There must have been a leak.

I told you.

There are too many agencies involved.

Get to the egg.

See what you can get out of Dukovic.

I'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 to use this piece of
shit?

Oh, baby, baby.

It's me.

Oh, my bad.

What do you want, you fucking hijo de
puta motherfucker?

I just want to hear you, boy.

Fuck you.

There. You heard my voice.

The only reason I'm in this shithole is
so that they can't get to your area!

How you doing?

Made a shank yet? What for? It's prison,
baby. You gotta 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 horny Dutch
buildings.

There's one with a huge fucking clock on
it.

Like that's what I need right now.

Do they have the flowers you love? Um,
irises?

Uh, they come from there, right?

Fucking tulip barriers.

What kind of a piece of shit husband
doesn't remember his wife's favorite

flowers? You never remember anything.

What's her anniversary?

I'm gonna make this up to you.

Darius, is something wrong?

Not a thing, baby.

Not a fucking thing.

Then I want to hear it.

Because you know just what to say.

And you know just what to do.

Let me start by saying, I love you.

Hello? Son? Darius!

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. I mean, these days I'm

in the, uh, mid -level coked -out
attorney market.

Why do you think that is?

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? These

bumps. No, no, no bumps. Just one dead
Japanese arms dealer.

Which I had nothing 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 fucking told you his name.

It was the first time in my entire
career I revealed a client's name. I

you.

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

I'm sorry, Michael. You hit a rough
spot. A rough spot.

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 cloths. I want you to take a
minute to grab a mental image of what

that clean -up might be like. At a
certain point, you just sell the car.

I never used you.

I just left you.

Because you couldn't forgive me for
something I didn't even do.

Transport is in there.

That blood do... What the fuck?

You

know

how long I've been waiting for this?

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

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa. Let's talk about this,

okay? Even a dumbass like you is smart
enough to keep one in the body.

Oh, shit.

And 99.

Darius Kincaid.

Jesus Christ.

This is who you want me to protect? Look
at my shirt.

Fine, fine.

If you get the feet, I'll get the
nostrils.

The trial of former Belarusian president
Vladislav Dukovic took an uncertain

turn this week, having recently survived
a dioxin poisoning attempt that left

his face disfigured.

Interpol wishes to have a word.

By the desktop 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 deliver this promised.

I give you Kincaid as exposed as you'll
ever get him.

Small security detail.

Practically a rookie leading them. I can
do more than that.

Let's be fair here.

You would think it's fair. This one's
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 here?

When? Kincaid is dead.

He'll be paid in full.

You're a murderer, right? You're playing
nurse to a murderer.

I wouldn't.

Really? Mm -hmm.

27 times.

That's how many times this asshole's
tried to kill me. 27, 28!

Fucking prog.

If Djokovic 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... I can't. There's a mall inside
Interpol. It's already cost me 12 good

offices. Good?

I mean, that's subjective.

Nice. Maybe they were nice?

I'll make it simple for you. If I stay
near him, they'll find him. No, I gotta

risk my life protecting this coffin
magnet over here. No, no, no, no. You

put something in the pocket. 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 a big game? 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.

And you get your dream life back.

And as a bonus, you're never here for me
again.

Good.

Where

are

you? Setting up operation at Coventry
police headquarters.

You get nothing from Dukovic? Are you
surprised?

Ma 'am? Yes, ma 'am. There's 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, gotta go. Good luck.

I believe I know where Kincaid is.

Fuck 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?

Oh, shit.

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 dicks
for a reason.

How about we never speak of this again?

Interpol protocol.

When that phone rings and nobody
answers, they're going to send officers

door.

And there they are.

Yes, we're setting all the furnace up.

Comfy? So what happened to little Miss
Interpol?

Asian Roussel's gone.

Oh, damn.

I liked her.

She's funky.

Building had two stairwells, no fire
escapes, and no adjacent rooftops.

You know you're not the only observant
motherfucker on the planet. I go through

doors first. I check if it's clear, then
you follow.

Really? You think that's necessary?

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

Shit, motherfucker.

I am harm's way.

Don't suppose I could have a gun Oh

Thank

God

you're here don't know what I would have
done without well done guess what

happens now

We have a new problem.

I'd like to keep things a little more
subtle.

See?

Boring is better.

Okay.

That's very loud.

We've been being anyway.

on the rooftop, moving in a northbound
direction.

Copy that! Go, go, go! We're on the
roof!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no odds in that,
Joe. A beast of hell out of whatever's

gonna come through that door.

Yeah.

Just gotta... Just gotta find a more
intelligent way.

I made that jump without jumping.

Let's go.

So what's your next trick?

Show me how we escape without escaping?

Let's just try to get to the car without
killing anyone, all right?

Is this your car?

One of them. I remember shooting at you
on a Jaguar. Buckle up. I'm getting a

high -speed chase on what he's trapped
in. I'm more worried about the wheels

coming off this bitch when you reach the
speed limit.

You know, back in the day, we wouldn't
even have stolen this piece of shit. We

stole everything.

I know all I need to know about it. Got
you all your early arrests, your father

in and out of prison, you following the
same footsteps.

Did your little research, did you? Well,
prepared for a test. There are no

surprises. And you grew up wanting to be
a cop until you found out there wasn't

no money in that shit.

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 shit.

It's written all over your pocket ass.

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

That's great.

You know, why don't, uh, why don't you,
why don't you lay back and keep from

getting spotted, huh? Get comfortable.

Good idea.

Smells like ass back here.

But that Jag never smelled like ass.

Oh, these your electrolytes?

Facial recognition identifies this man
as Michael Bryce.

But you already know that, don't you,
Agent Husserl?

You two have a history.

Long time ago, you slipped Kincaid into
our own safe house and brought in this

executive protection agent.

Official channels had been compromised.
What did you expect me to do?

Clearly, our security's been breached.

There are no distates.

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.

Ow!

I like my outfit.

The only way Bright and Kincaid don't
make it to the Hague.

He said they kill each other first.

Amelia.

She's making a mistake.

We need to plug our leak.

Now this bright.

Do you trust him?

Something like this, yes.

I'll speak to Kizaria.

Get her to allow you to come to the
Hague with us.

But no more secrets.

Thank you, sir.

Subcar plate FJ56MHV. I've identified
the car with the traffic

cam. And you.

Welcome to fugitive life.

Until I turn you in.

Just need to find a different vehicle.

Older model.

No alarm right here.

Luckily, I came prepared.

You know, if you're going to be a while,
I can just go in there and get a room.

There's an art to low impact, high
efficiency breaking and entering.

But... Art subjective.

And you're bleeding again.

You know, for a dude that runs around
killing people, you've got this really

strange thing about bleeding.

I'm inefficient.

I don't kill people. Oh? I protect them.

Hector Ramirez?

Hector Ramirez was an assassin.

Yeah, I know. I trained him. Who was
holding a knife to my client's throat.

you killed him.

No. I saved my client.

I think Hector might have a different
perspective on that. Oh, is that so?

Well, here's the thing. I was a AAA
-rated executive protection agent. You

made up that AAA shit. No, I did not.
And if guys like you, sociopaths like

weren't running around trying to kill my
clients, then no one would get hurt.

AAA, yeah. It sounds like you ought to
be selling life insurance and fixing my

fucking transmission.

Well, you're uninsurable, trust me. And
you said what?

I was a AAA, X -rated dickhead or what
the fuck. Get in the fucking car!

Fuck it twice.

You definitely said what.

What? As in, I used to be a triple -X
dickhead driving a Jag, but now I'm

rolling around in this shit wagon. Put
your seatbelt on.

What happened?

Lose your edge?

Drop focus?

You, uh, slip up? Let a client get by? I
never slipped up.

Well, how did am become what?

I don't actually know. I mean, how does
the so -called expert assassin get

busted by Interpol?

Love, baby.

Straight up love.

See,

I'm doing this job in Geneva, right?

Some dude watches the wrong dude's
money. I get a call.

What? Wife's been in a car accident. Bad
one. What?

So, Geneva dude gets a pass. I get back
to Mexico City, go straight to the

hospital. Bopped up in Sonia's room.

Two dozen agents waiting for me.

Played by the heart.

That was to the best of us, man.

It sounded like how Agent Roussel took
you from here to here to here. Oh,

assassin and eavesdropper. You're a real
double threat.

You were whining like a bitch so loud I
heard you through the wall. Agent

Roussel and I aren't in here concerned.

So, she dumped you because all your
tight ass, boring is good, look before

leap, put your seatbelt on shit? She
didn't dump me.

Oh, motherfucker, I know she dumped you.
I'm just perusing all the reasons why.

And there's a plethora of those
motherfuckers.

Plethora? Yeah, it means a lot. I know
what plethora means. It just doesn't

apply here.

And not jumping off the top of a roof,
that's logical.

That's safe. You know, wearing a
seatbelt, logical.

Safe. Let me ask you something. How many
times have you been shot?

Counting today?

Yeah.

Two -minute count.

You? Zero.

Now, we both know that's bullshit.
That's not bullshit, okay? This was a

flesh wound. You just kind of thinged it
right there. It didn't require a band

-aid. You got lucky.

Yeah, it rock shifted just as I took the
shot.

You're lucky, motherfucker.

Fuck! Fuck!

Fucking prog.

Yeah, prog. You never even took one for
a client?

Nope. Never had to. Yeah, but the
question is, would you? See, if I'm

triple -A rates, then I'm looking for
that full -service shit. You know what

saying? That extra A stands for ass.

Yours. Between mine and a bullet.

Being prepared for everything means that
that situation statistically just won't

occur. Life is going to bloody us up,
okay?

You just got to put a band -aid on that
shit. Keep rolling.

That's really beautiful, man.

You ever just write stuff down, you
know? Maybe, I don't know, throw down a

haiku or two.

Life is a highway and it's mighty
fucking long.

It's full of twists and turns, so you
know some shit's gonna go wrong.

You can slip, you can slide, you can
run, but you can't hide.

Nobody gets out alive.

Nobody gets out alive.

Nobody gets out alive.

Nobody.

Do you have any idea how stupid you
sound? I mean, what a fuck -up. You lost

husband and you're like, can you please
help us find him?

Why the fuck should I? That is your
fucking job, motherfucker.

But obviously, you suck at it.

You received a phone call today from
your attorney.

So?

Well, we asked your attorney, but he
said he didn't have any contact with

Are you fucking kidding me? Okay, that's
it. I've had it with this lawyer. He's

an alcoholic.

He calls me completely drunk.

And he starts saying the most
inappropriate things.

Like, for example, what he likes to do
to his wife's ass.

That is a disgusting place to hide a
child's toy.

And you know what? I don't need to
listen to this shit.

Then he forgets about it. But I'm stuck
with the images in my head.

Mrs. Kincaid.

If you know where your husband is, you
need to tell us.

It's for his own safety.

I'm sorry.

You're worried about my husband's
safety?

No one in this world can kill Darius
Kincaid.

The man is a cucaracha.

And I mean that in every sense of the
word.

Sometimes you just want to crush his
little filthy head with your shoe, but

won't die.

That motherfucker is unkillable, so you
can relax.

But wait, no.

There is one important thing that you
should know.

Me cago en tu puta madre. Me cago en tu
puta madre.

Motherfuckers, get out of my fucking
cell.

Great. Now.

And I want that lawyer fired.

I want that lawyer fired. I want a good
one, professional lawyer. I have rights,

human rights.

Okay, you can take a five -minute break.

Good evening.

Can I help you?

We need to see your cameras.

Sorry, sir, that's for management only.

We backtrack west.

West is the wrong direction.

Thank you.

Thank you.

They'd be expecting us to take a direct
route.

What the fuck is that you eat?

Postpones fatigue.

We could look like a general actor like
the guy you went to while you were

taking one of your world -class naps.
I'd stay awake if you'd let me drive.

Thank you. That's very generous of you.
No.

I got a bit.

Use that.

Timeline's not built for another break.

Uh, your dick might fit in here, but
mine's... Plus, I need every drop of

shit to tolerate this ride with you.

Let's pull the fucking car over.

Jesus Christ.

Ugh, it'd be a lot easier without these
cuffs. Or this fucking underwear.

Okay. Hey, asshole.

You

think

I'm a fucking idiot?

Well, you did think that cheap whiskey
was pissed.

Oh, fuck!

Where the hell did that come from?

This is what happens when you mess with
a perfectly laid plan.

Give me a gun. I got this. I got this.

There's more than one.

Perfect production, Sherlock.

Draw the fire so I can take a look.

All right. Go.

Okay.

Three shooters in a row all lit up.

So what do you want to do?

Well, you can't come up with a plan.
They're going to come down here and kill

us. So here's the plan.

What the fuck? You take 11 o 'clock.
I'll take one. If you get to 12 first.

Okay, on three.

Ready?

One.

I said on three. You shot early. Yeah,
that's what they did.

Let me break it down.

So much for your intricately calculated
travel plans.

That's why I was trying to bounce on
your ass. See, I'm safe on my own.

There's no way that they could have
known where we were. Oh, they did.

And now they're dead.

Is this yours? Is this your cell phone?

Might have taken that off some dead
merc.

He might have.

You know, they can track a cell phone.

That's why I use a ghost ship in mine so
they can't track the foes. I mean,

that's how they know where we were.

Here I am, I'm plotting courses all over
the country, and you're carrying a

location beacon in your pocket.

My bad.

Your bad?

You don't even understand how 21st
century technology works. I mean, how

you stayed alive this long? Well, all
you guys are wasting your time planning

and aiming and deducing. I just do my
thing.

And my thing has always been better than
your fucking thing.

Great. There you go.

That's just great. I'm glad that your
thing has always been better than my...

You're not going to take this gun?

No, you keep that gun. Use it to shoot
me. No, no, no. I'm going to shoot you

with this.

There goes the guns.

Oh, look on the bright side.

It's a bad guy's van.

This field smells like your car.

I was sorry about the phone.

Who knows? Maybe your plan would have
worked.

So what about your other plan? There's
no plan. The plan is we're in a cow

pasture. That's the plan. I'm talking
about your Agent Roussel plan.

That's why you're doing this, right? Get
her back?

You think becoming a AAA card -carrying
dickhead is going to give you an all

-access backstage pass to Agent
Roussel's ass?

I get it. I got it. You're going to be
the guy that the other inmates come to

for advice. Well, they're very lucky.

Motherfucker, please.

I've eaten hamburgers that know more
about women than you.

You, my friend, are a romantic retard.
Hey!

Just because I want to get my business
back in order, that doesn't make me a

shitty person.

And Amelia has nothing, absolutely
nothing to do with this.

Oh, man, you are so in love, it is
crazy.

Christ, do you ever shut up?

Huh? Why is everything always about love
with you?

Well, what else is there?

I mean, take away the guns, the money,
the travel, the perfect shot through a

motherfucker's ear hole for 300 meters.

I mean, none of that shit means dick if
I can't tell Sonia about it.

Well, I guess Amelia's just not as
special as Sonia. She sounds great.

What? She cheat on you? No. Try to kill
you?

No. Sonia chopped off part of my ear
with a machete one time. She sewed it

on.

It was two, three days before that shit
got real again.

Where'd you guys meet? Christian Mingle?
No. Bar in Honduras.

One of those places where nobody knows
your face and that.

I'd just come off a job.

Some dude kidnapped the wrong dude's
daughter.

I was sitting there chilling when I
noticed this waitress getting hassled by

these guys.

I got up to help her when she unleashed
the most

amazing display of violence and beauty I
had ever seen.

When she severed that dude's carotid
artery with a beer bottle, I knew.

I knew.

Right then.

She sounds like she's going to make a
good mother someday.

Light.

Hey, DeRoy.

Yeah, we're trying to catch a ferry to
Amsterdam.

Yeah, I can get you there. Yeah? Jump
in.

Oh, hey, hey, hey. There's eyes all over
Amsterdam for me. That's where Sonia's

locked up. It's quick in and out. I got
a place there, right? You got a place in

Amsterdam? Yeah.

Is that where you keep the jack?

You know what? Why don't you go fuck
yourself in a horse you were hollowing?

Ciao. C 'est la belle.

Whose lap will I sit on?

If God wills, I'll do whatever I can.

That's the only thing I can do.

And if God wills, I'll kill him.

Get to work.

Plan B.

One more!

You

stop, all right?

Go with God.

This man's killed over 150 people.

250. Easy.

Yeah, but they love you.

To me, they want to perform an exorcism
on you.

Question for a higher power.

Who is more wicked?

He who kills evil motherfuckers or he
who protects them?

You really believe you're the good guy?

My first contract, I was 16, 17.

There was a guy broken to a church.

And the preacher was still there. So he
told the guy, look, you don't have to

steal anything. You can take whatever
you want.

The dude wasn't there for the loot.

Wanted to hurt somebody.

Slaughtered the preacher, displayed his
body on the altar before his

congregation to see.

The Bible

says

never to take revenge.

To leave it to the Lord.

But I wasn't prepared to wait that long.

So, when your moral compass gets around
the point of me?

Yeah.

you'll be pointing to one of the good
guys.

And how does one of the good guys get
connected with a piece of shit like

Dukovich?

I ain't know everything the dude was
into.

That's an easy excuse.

Look, you know everything about every
client you ever had? Nope. I don't

whether my clients live or die.

What was the last time you paid rent on
this safe house? We haven't done a lot

of Amsterdam jobs lately.

I seem to get my gear.

The problem is that all the windows are
polycarved. They have extra layers of

laminate. And obviously there's a
Hetzker alarm system, which is the

unit on the market.

That's a great fail thing.

But if I can just...

Jesus Christ.

Nope, there's Kincaid.

But there are no words. I am amazing.

Whoa, that's so cute.

You look so happy here.

So, is Agent Roussel the only photograph
-worthy girl in your life?

She's been busy working.

Huh.

Whoa, you must give me your designer's
number.

I've got four hours to court. Let's get
cleaned up. I need to change my badges

to take a shower. Is the hot water still
working this bit?

Upstairs.

Elevator? No!

Fuck!

Counsel, approach the bench.

How can you allow Kincaid's testimony?

A hired killer giving a sweetheart deal.

A man like that will say anything to
save himself.

Kincaid has no sweetheart deal.

His wife will go free. Not him.

The testimony will be allowed, assuming
you produce your witness by 5 p .m.

Michael,

you should have been here by now.

Yeah, yeah, just a couple bumps, we're
on our way. The church isn't giving us

any wiggle room. You have less than four
hours now.

Well, we're going to be there in half
that.

Then why are you calling me?

Right, well...

calling you because i've been thinking
and um i forgive

you yeah feels good

to say that i forgive you amelia

are you fucking kidding me what you're
seriously doing this now

no and forgive me for what what There's
nothing to fear. No, no, no, no. Look, I

thought that you... Here, put on the
coat.

Dumb.

Darius?

We've got the whole area covered.

Kincaid shows up, he's ours.

Copy that.

Oh, no.

Want to go to May Alpha?

Yeah, Tula.

That would be 25.

Oh, my mother -in -law, honey.

Oh,

no, oh, no, there's nothing I wouldn't
do.

Couldn't have just had the flowers
delivered, huh?

Needed a personal touch.

Well, you're about to get his personal
touch if I hadn't followed you.

All right, I appreciate you. And the
guys who started tracking you a few

ago. Oh, you mean the guy you snatched
in the bush and the two you left knocked

out in the park?

Like I said, I appreciate you.

Okay, so you knew that they were out
there.

but you still felt it was important to
deliver these flowers.

Sonia's gonna really love those flowers.
I sure fucking hope so.

Now, this is as close as I'm gonna be to
her for a very long time.

Had to be special.

First.

Not first.

Look, you were saying?

Tell me something.

The day you and Agent Roussel took that
picture I saw in your place, what kind

of things would you have done for her to
make her happy?

Anything. I loved her.

Trusted her.

She sold me out.

Case closed.

Well, that's cold.

Maybe, just maybe, you ought to give her
a pass on this.

I mean, I got to tell you, honestly,
there's not a lot of women in this world

who put up with your shit.

It's inspirational. Thank you.

Oh, what I meant to say, well, there's
no women who would put up with it.

You're an annoying motherfucker with all
your rules and shit. I mean, if she can

put up with that, she must be a pretty
special girl.

She is.

You know, I told her today that I
forgave her.

Really? And how'd that go?

Hard to tell. You know, women don't like
to be forgiven for shit. Because that

implies they did some shit to begin
with.

I should just forget about Kurosawa.

What? Takashi Kurosawa.

He's my client. She exposed him and he
got killed.

Something funny?

She didn't expose your client.

I popped Kurosawa.

I was at the airport for another target.
I spotted him by accident.

Lucky for me, him, not so much.

Doubled my money on that corrupt Asian
motherfucker.

The single most awesome shot I've made
in my entire hitman career.

300 meters through a firm C -cup titty
-sized window.

Pow!

Hey, I thought you knew I was the one
who popped in.

Oh, shit. What the fuck, bro?

We're done.

Motherfucker. That shit was two years
ago, man. You gonna be a little bitch

about it? You're on your own. Well,
good.

I'd be safer on my own. You will last
one hour without me. You'll be dead in a

minute. Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're about
as useful as a condom in a convent.

Eat my ass! That's what she said.

Suck it!

Fuck you!

Suck it!

Fucking pussy.

Just because you left and said goodbye.

Do you have any idea how prepared I was?

No. No, really?

No. Every possible scenario I had
covered. Every kill shot.

Every... Every angle.

And he fucking ruins my life with one
lucky shot through a window the size of

a... Just... Here's where

he was.

he goes again.

I hope they kill him. I really do.

Okay.

Even if I did save him again, you know
what he'd say? He'd say that I had it

figured out before you got here.

This guy single -handedly ruined the
word motherfucker.

You know how hard that is to do?

I was triple -A rated.

Executive protection control.

I was up here.

I was up here.

Get out of the way Interpol!

Come on, come on, shoot!

A loose helmet is like wearing no helmet
at all.

It's not a button strap.

It's a D -ring.

Just unthread it for the thing. It's
very simple. Oh, well.

Or there's that shortcut.

Bill?

I ask you one time, polite, where is
Kincaid?

Honestly, I'd tell you if I knew.

You have my word.

Look at my right hand.

See that?

That the Boy Scouts dilute.

We're sworn to never lie. I've taken an
oath that you can try.

Ah! Right in the fucking ear.

Really, waterboarding, really.

I was in the CIA.

Even we don't do that anymore.

Okay, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Hold up.
Whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Here's what we learned. The key to
interrogation is establishing a bond

the interrogator and the subject.

It's sort of like a rapport.

You need me to like you. You need me to
like you.

You need me to like you.

I really don't like you.

Now what?

Okay, okay, okay.

Where is King King?

He's right behind you. Scout's daughter.

Oh, no!

Before you start talking, because I know
you're going to start fucking talking,

I just want to apologize for laughing
about popping Kurosawa.

I know that shit cost you your girl and
that fake -ass, made -up, triple -A shit

you keep talking about. No, no, no, no,
no. It was all my fault.

No, I did it all to myself.

Frank, please. Come on. You didn't do it
to yourself.

It's life. Life happened.

Life without Amelia.

Still time to work that shit out.

How'd you and Agent Roussel meet?

On a job.

She was, uh... She was working an
undercover op.

Very badly.

I was at a client's funeral.

Massive heart attack.

You protect someone from bullets and
explosives, but there's nothing.

I can do against indiscriminate use of
mayonnaise for 68 straight years.

Technically, I was still on the payroll,
so I was in the building paying my

respects.

Amelia was there with some of her other
Interpol agents.

They were hoping to bust my client's
shady, mayonnaise -chugging brother.

Instead of doing things nice and quiet,
they got marked, and their target runs.

Oh, yeah.

Leave it to Interpol to turn a really
fun funeral with lots of delicious hors

'oeuvre into a depressing carnival show
of total unprofessionalism.

Just kind of bumped into her.

See, that's what I'm talking about.

It just happened.

You didn't plan it, deduce it, or Google
running into the girl of your dreams.

You just bumped into her. Same way I
just bumped into Kurosawa.

You know, when life gives you shit, you
make Kool -Aid.

That's not really how that expression
works.

Yeah, and that's the beauty of that
motherfucker.

Life. Yeah.

Well, life, I mean, life doesn't usually
give you shit and then turn into a

beverage. Not, uh... At least where I'm
from, that's not how it works. Look,

motherfucker, you don't have to explain
every goddamn thing that goes on in your

fucking life, okay? You don't need a
fucking reason for that shit to be...

the fuck up!

The former president of Belarus,
Vladimir Djokovic, will walk free and

power.

This would be a spectacular
embarrassment for the international

crushing blow for the many relatives who
alleged that... Oh,

they're out there.

Waiting for us to make the first move.

Yeah, I know I would be.

I should have told Amelia.

Told her what?

That I'm a stupid man.

Hey, what if I told you I couldn't
protect you?

I'd say you're right.

I'd just go to Amsterdam, help you get
Sonia out, and you give her those

in person.

No fucking way.

I gotta help you get back that AAA shit
I fucked up.

Guilt's killing me.

Dukovic, that motherfucker's got to go.

It's not going to happen once we get
there.

Shit, I bet on them.

Normally I would, too. I got a hot tip.
A couple of ringers in the gang.

We got our choice of wheels.

That's a good -looking Jag.

Yeah, I guarantee you if that smells
like ass, it's supermodel ass.

Really?

Oh, yeah.

She blends right in.

Whoa!

That's responsive.

Jesus. You know, I have a penknife.

So the gear shift's on the right -hand
side here, and I'm not using it.

Get out of the fucking car. A three -day
adjustment period to figure this out.

Motherfucker, I will bust a cap in your
ass if you don't give up that wheel.

Have you ever said please? Please,
motherfucker!

Why are we always yelling?

Get out of the fucking car!

Time's just about up.

No sign.

They've vanished in Amsterdam.

You could be just free.

Michael would never let that happen. It
appears you're wrong about your Michael

Price.

Hello.

Hey. Michael, where are you?

We're a couple minutes out.

Look, I want to tell you that I'm sorry.

I want to say I'm sorry for, um, for
everything. For, uh, for Kurosawa.

It's all my fault. You know, I act like
a... I act like a fucking child around

you. I can't admit that it's my fault,
and I project that onto you, and, uh,

know, that's not fair. That's... Tears
are better than that.

Why are you telling me this now?

Well, under the circumstances, it did
seem like a good time. We got company.

Huh?

Amelia.

Amelia.

I just want to say that, um...

Let me put you on speaker.

We got them to Michael. He had to
bounce.

No, he really cares about you.

He has a hard time processing emotions
and shit.

brain is figured out. They really love
you.

Are

you

in the middle of something? Well,
actually, yeah, I am. Look, we'll call

back.

No need.

Unkillable.

With just five minutes remaining before
the court's deadline, the case against

Vladislav Dukovic is almost certainly
doomed.

There is Kincaid.

Follow me.

Obviously, Your Honor, this has devolved
into a complete waste of my client's

time. The prosecution has no witness to
present.

Can you empty your pockets, please, sir?

Are you kidding me? Come on!

As we seem to be reaching our deadline,
I have no choice but to declare that

this trial has come to its natural
conclusion.

Your Honor, I present Darius Kincaid.
The deadline has passed.

I believe we still had a few seconds on
the clock.

Now, look, you got a little speck of
blood on your...

Everywhere. Will the prosecution please
prepare their witness?

My God, you okay?

Yeah.

There's your guy.

Thank you.

Yeah.

By the way, bumping into you is the best
thing that ever happened to me.

Do you swear to tell the truth, the
whole truth, and nothing but the truth?

Yeah.

Your name is Darius Kincaid?

No.

My real name is Darius Evans.

My parents separated when I was six. My
mother remarried a real mean piece of

work, named Roger Kincaid.

She figured if I took his name, he'd
keep his belt on more often.

The plan didn't work so well, but the
name stuck.

My real father's name is Maurice Evans,
preacher.

He was killed a few years later in his
own church.

I'm sorry, I didn't... It's all right.

Can't research everything.

Mr. Kincaid, were you ever in the employ
of Vladislav Tukovic?

No. Have you ever met Tukovic?

Yes. April 17, 2012, he invited me to
his palace.

Prosecution exhibit 17D, palace security
logs.

Did he offer you employment then?

Yes, he did.

He wanted me to take out a political
rival exiled in the UK.

I refused.

Why? Because while I was there, he
ordered his men to slaughter a village

outside Polack.

I'm not down with killing innocent
people.

And do you have evidence to corroborate
this?

Yeah.

Go to FTP site Raven 257.

Just load it up.

Exhibit 18D, we've confirmed the
coordinates.

He's asking for a password.

Oh, sorry.

Password, Dukovich is a dick, all caps,
except dick is lowercase.

Wasn't gonna trust Interpol with this
shit.

Order!

in the court.

Your Honor, I could save us all some
time.

May I address the court?

For months, I have been sitting in this
chair, nodding along

to this ludicrous charade.

My excellent attorney was hoping for the
legitimacy of a formal acquittal, but

that is no longer possible.

Thank you, Darius.

So, let us now end the charade.

The charges against me are entirely
correct.

I am the rightful ruler of Belarus.

Sit down. As the ruler of my nation, I
will do as I wish, without exception,

without apology.

Order! I recognize no authority that
limits my power. I order you.

Assistant Director.

Go do your job, Amelia.

In this trial, the world community is
attempting to make a statement. Well,

I would like to make a statement of my
own.

Show me your phone.

I recognize no authority that believes
in my power.

We're here live in front of the ICC in
The Hague where a truck bomb has just

plowed into a crowd of protesters.

Rather not.

Stay with me, Brighton. Stay with me. I
did

my job. You go do yours.

I can't go get that motherfucker.

Wait! Underneath!

The building is in lockdown.

The carriage does not leave its cell.

Roll it, roll it.

It's over, Assistant Director.

Give up.

want to do this, Emilia.

I swear to you.

You hear me? Yeah?

Yeah. Good, good, good.

Yeah? Yeah.

You're bleeding.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

I'll get some help.

Stay here.

Up on the ledge, dookie man.

You heard me, bitch. Up on the ledge.

There's a look on your face.

You're so... proud Darius Kincaid about
to be a hero,

save the day.

None of that matters.

There is no redemption, no atonement for
a man like you. Your whole life

has been but a trail of corpses.

And I will be just another dead body on
the pile.

Go ahead.

Finish me.

But don't think for a moment it will
change what you are.

How do I fuck about all of that?

You fucked up when you shot my
bodyguard.

Who?

Okay,

here's what I'm thinking

Celebrity security.

Slow stress.

Boy bands and shit.

Right? One of those guys gets killed,
I'm just gonna get all that mad at me.

Well, we'll figure it out.

We will.

Yo!

What a brother gotta do to get arrested
up in this bitch?

Can't someone just taser him? I mean,
like a non -lethal taser.

Director Kothoria.

Our deal still good?

You definitely held up your end, Mr.
Kincaid.

Agent Roussel, why don't you go find Mr.
Kincaid some handcuffs?

With pleasure.

You were right to trust your instincts.

Well done.

Thank you, ma 'am.

You're welcome. For what?

I got you front row seat to the Roselle
show. And I got you that all -access

backstage pass to that ass you've been
wanting so bad. You did what?

Well, you know, when you jumped out of
the car, I gave her the 411 on you. I

didn't jump out of the... I went through
the fucking windshield.

Oh, semantics.

Semantics. Semantics. Yeah, just another
way of saying the same... I know what

semantics means. I also know that I
don't need to take love advice from you.

really? So tell me how that love life
shit was going before I showed up.

You know, she's going to be right back,
and that's it.

Last chance to run.

I'm going along with the program till
Sonia's free.

Then I do my thing.

You really think it's going to be that
easy?

Oh, son of a fucking please. You know
what? I want some shit to pop. It pops.

Like that shot through that shitty small
window. Of course, I was playing.

Okay, that's enough.

Show me the face you made when that shit
went down. I know you weren't expecting

that shit to happen. Yeah, I was
expecting you to blow my client's head

You have that Home Alone face, then
you're like... You guys have handcuffs?

You have any...

A

worldwide red notice was issued today
for contract killer Daria Kincaid.

has escaped from Her Majesty's prison.

We get it almost

every night.

When that moon gets the big and
brightest supernatural delight,

everybody was dancing in the moonlight.

Oh, baby.

It's so romantic that you broke out of
prison for our anniversary.

No way was I going to miss it this year,
corazón.

Ay, mi cucaracha.

Happy anniversary.

Happy anniversary, motherfucker.

Everybody here is out of sight.

They don't bark and they don't bite.
They keep things loose. They keep things

alive.

the top.

Jesus, the director's cut?