Mr. & Mrs. Smith Page #3

- Ain't that the truth.

- You guys have any vices?

- Well, you know.

- Can I get you a drink?

- Yes. Chardonnay, please.

- Girls?

- Chardonnay.

- Daddy!

- I'll be up here at the filling station.

...stock's getting butchered.

- Hey, boys. Scotch?

- Yes, sir.

- It's a bloodbath over there.

How'd you make out last quarter?

Take a beating?

Actually, I got all my dough

buried under the tool shed.

- So, Chuck got the promotion.

- Oh, my God, that is so great.

So excited. We can finally

put the addition on the kitchen.

Oh, shoot. Not again.

Shoulda worn a raincoat.

You know what? Would...

Can you hold her for a second?

- What? No...

- It's all over the appliqu.

- Oh, no, I...

- No, please, just...

Sure.

Seltzer.

Aw, she likes you.

I liked your dress tonight.

It was nice.

Thank you.

Good morning, Mr. Smith.

There's trouble in Atlanta again.

- That's what I hear. What you got?

- I've got your boarding pass, taxi receipts...

Get rid of that gum.

- You got a tissue?

- And your hotel bill.

- Thanks.

- Don't lose those. Keep them in the envelope.

We've got the new specs for the dam.

- Great, Louie. I'll check those out.

- Here.

- Is Eddie here?

- The door's unlocked.

- Morning, pal.

- How you doing?

Same old same old.

People need killing.

Oh, Johnny.

Little get-together this weekend at my house.

Barbecue, no ladies, dudes only.

It's gonna be awesome.

Yeah, I'll talk to the missus.

You want to use my cellphone?

Maybe give her a call,

in case you decide to scratch your ass

or use the head later.

- Make sure she thinks it's OK.

- You live with your mother.

Why bring her into this?

She's a first-class lady.

And I don't have to check in with her when I

want to do something. She cooks, she cleans.

She makes me snacks.

I'm the dumb guy?

John Smith.

- Hello, John.

- Morning, Atlanta.

Quite the body count this week. We have

a priority one, so I need your expertise.

The target's name is Benjamin Danz,

aka "The Tank".

He's a direct threat to the firm.

DIA custody.

They're making a ground-to-air handoff

to heli, ten miles north of the Mexican border.

I need you to make sure

the target does not change hands.

"The Tank"?

- L-Temp technology...

- Jane Smith confirmed.

Stand by for contact.

Sorry to interrupt, but we have a situation.

You know the competition would love to see

us burn. I need you to handle this personally.

- Target?

- Benjamin Danz.

I'm rolling the specs now.

We need this quick, clean, and contained.

Yes, sir.

- Ladies.

- Morning.

- Morning.

- Hello, Jane.

Yesterday's op:
One kill,

one agent in protective custody.

- We'll get him out tomorrow.

- Two cases of G-40s.

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