Kingsman: The Golden Circle Page #2

For tonight.

Practice?

Mm-hmm.

Eating?

You said you've never

eaten at a palace before.

And Pappa is sort of picky

about table manners.

Well, as it happens, babe,

I've got this sh*t on lock.

I know what every single one

of them knives and forks is for.

This is a butter knife.

It's the only one

you need to remember,

the rest of the cutlery is easy.

You start from the outside,

and you work your way in

with each course.

And never let anyone

describe you as "H.K.L.P."...

What's that?

"Holds knife like pen."

A habit erroneously believed

to be upper class

dining etiquette.

It is quite the opposite.

White wine, pudding wine,

red wine, water and pop.

Or whatever tipple

takes your fancy.

Am I supposed to wait

for everyone else

to be served

before I start eating?

HARRY:
Only if the dish

being served is cold.

Or if the Queen is present.

Otherwise tuck in.

EGGSY:
Got to be honest...

never really thought

the royalty bit would be relevant.

Harry would've been chuffed.

Oh. I wish I could've met him.

You miss him too,

don't you, Mr. Pickle?

Mmm?

Mr. Pickle says, "Yeah."

Hey, no, no, sit down, I'm fine.

I'm fine. Have a good day.

Okay.

Ah, Galahad! You're late.

We were wondering if you'd had

a second encounter with Charlie.

I wish. I'm looking forward

to finishing him off.

All right, gents.

Merlin, come in.

Galahad and Lancelot,

please remain

for Merlin's debrief.

Everyone else,

reconvene at 1900 hours.

So...

the man who attacked

Galahad in the taxi

was Charlie Hesketh.

Rejected Kingsman

applicant turned bad.

We last saw him back

at Richmond Valentine's HQ.

EGGSY:
I've caught

a f***ing spy!

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

Like everyone else there...

Charlie had a security implant

in his neck.

A weakness we had no choice

but to exploit.

Hey, Merlin.

Still f***ing spectacular, eh?

Come on, guys, loosen up.

We saved the world.

MERLIN:
Yeah.

Unfortunately, Galahad,

you also saved Charlie.

When you electrocuted him,

you damaged his implant.

Instead of his head exploding...

he only lost an arm

and his vocal chords.

F***er should be thanking me.

And now he's back for revenge?

We don't think so, sir.

We believe he's being recruited

by an unknown organization.

Lancelot?

Got the police autopsy reports

from Charlie's colleagues

in the SUVs.

They're not just goons for hire.

Fingerprints removed.

Teeth filed smooth.

I did a face recognition.

Nothing.

And that thing?

A cosmetic tattoo

made of 24-carat gold.

They all had them.

Seems like we're looking

at some kind of underworld organization.

Senora Poppy has sent me

for my makeover.

Follow me.

Please take your shirt off.

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