xXx: State of the Union

Easy, now.

Easy, boys.

Easy, now.

What the hell?

Code red. Code red. We got a sit...

Sir, we have a breach

in the perimeter.

Go secure. Sweep the hard drives.

Lock us down.

Heat signatures everywhere.

They've covered all the halls.

Then I guess we better

clear the halls.

Go!

Evacuate! Now!

Come on. I dare you to come walking

through that door. Come get some.

Keys.

- Who the hell did we piss off this time?

- Get in.

- This thing armed?

- Always.

Good man.

You ever seen one of these?

Only in my dreams.

Geothermal micro cam,

Aquacade uplinks, 480 gigs.

Sir, this thing is 10 generations

beyond the NSA.

So whoever attacked us

is loaded for war.

And they knew

exactly where to hit us.

We gotta go off the grid now.

Not another skater,

snowboarder or biker.

The new XXX has gotta be

more dangerous.

Deadlier. More attitude.

More attitude?

Where the hell

are we gonna find that?

You have a meeting

with the EPA at noon...

...to discuss...

- A tree is a tree.

How many more can they look at?

Your anniversary, roses or tulips?

George. Tulips, yellow. Thank you.

An NSA chapter was just hit.

Sixteen agents, all dead.

Sixteen of our men?

On our own soil?

How the hell did this happen?

I'm looking into it.

- Suspects?

- Too many.

How concerned do I need to be?

I'll take care of it.

Quick and clean. And contained.

Goddamn it, 16 men?

How many more have to die?

This is no longer a budget meeting.

The secretary of defence

has just informed me...

...that 16 of our NSA agents

were killed.

In Virginia.

This is a laundry list of suspects

that covers half the world.

It's time for a new direction.

The new military bill

is critical to that direction.

So it's going in my State of the Union

address this week.

Some privacy, please.

Attorney-client privilege.

Good to see you again, lieutenant.

How long has it been? Nine years?

Not long enough.

And don't call me "lieutenant."

I'm inmate 3655 now.

What you doing here, Gibbons?

What you want?

You. I wanna give you a job.

And why would

I do a damn thing for you?

You ever see lions at the zoo?

You can always tell the ones

that were captured in the wild...

By the look in their eyes.

Jesus Christ. You still coming

with that same sorry-ass speech?

Does it ever actually work?

- From time to time, yeah.

- Not this time.

I'm not feeling too patriotic

these days.

So I want no part of your little war.

You're already part of it.

Somebody's taken out

members of our old unit.

They came for me.

They will come for you.

Now, you can die in here,

or you can take the fight to them.

The Darius I remember always

liked to throw the first punch.

New speech, huh?

You get any exercise in here?

Twelve to 1 every day on the yard.

- Bravo Delta High Sign.

- High Sign?

High Sign. Be just like old times.

You better hope not.

Because last time out didn't have

such a happy ending.

You went MIA,

and I ended up in here.

Okay, wrap it up.

Hey.

I like what you did with your face.

Come on, let's go.

There's been a report

from home office.

Xander Cage was killed

in Bora Bora last night.

Bora Bora?

Why don't I get

those assignments, huh?

What about Gibbons?

Any word on Gibbons?

Unaccounted for. We do know this:

He was one of only three men

with access to that elevator.

The other two...

Ain't gonna be giving us

much of a statement.

All right, put Mr. Gibbons on the wire.

Full recon. Wrap it tight.

A- Block to exercise yard.

A- Block to exercise yard.

Time to take the dog out for a walk.

You know...

...l'm gonna really miss you boys.

- What?

- Secure all doors!

- Prisoner, stand down!

- Level six, lockdown!

- Get backup up here!

Prisoner, stand down!

Get him!

- Laundry! West door!

- Marco!

Got him.

Two hundred and fifty yards.

Where's he gonna go?

He's nowhere near the wall.

All right, man!

- Get him!

- Hold it!

Come back!

You were late.

You sure know

how to pick them, sir.

Who the hell is this guy?

Civilian contractor.

By the time he wakes up,

we'll be long gone.

- You said 12:
06.

- Hit some turbulence.

- We got large and extra large.

- Who are you, the butler?

Toby Lee Shavers,

D.C. Tech Division.

- Yeah. Darius Stone, cellblock A.

- Not anymore.

Darius Stone no longer exists.

- Well, who the hell am I?

- You're the new XXX.

Sound like a porno star.

- What happened to the old XXX?

- He's dead.

XXX is the designation we give to

deep-cover agents with special skills.

Yeah, whatever. First things first.

I've been on the inside a long time.

I need what every man needs

when he's coming off of lockdown.

You know what I'm saying?

Yeah, baby. Who's your daddy?

You sure we got the right guy?

Hey, buddy,

more fries and another shake.

You got it.

- We need to go to work now.

- I need more fries and another shake.

Hey, you work for us now.

- So you're gonna do...

- What I want when I want.

Look...

...by my count, you boys just broke

about 10 federal laws back there.

Aiding and abetting,

harbouring a fugitive...

...and my personal favourite,

grand-theft chopper.

- So, what's your point?

- That you two...

...are looking at three strikes

and the inside of a very small cell.

- You know that's my speech.

- I'm running the show now.

So here's the deal:

I don't answer to you...

...and I damn sure don't answer

to college boy.

College boy?

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