Mr. & Mrs. Smith Page #4

- The grenade launchers are here.

- Order more.

All right. Go, Jas.

The target's name is Benjamin Danz,

aka "The Tank".

- You serious?

- Yeah.

He's being moved across the border

to a federal facility.

The only point of vulnerability

is just south of the border.

I want GPS and SAC of the canyon,

and the weather report for the last three days.

He'll rendezvous with the helicopter at a

deserted airstrip. We've one chance to strike.

Oh, look. More desert.

- Are we green?

- Perimeter is armed. We are up and running.

Red team, red team, this is Broadway Joe.

Half-time is approaching.

Copy that, Broadway Joe.

Oh, come on...

- You getting this?

- Affirmative. Is it a threat?

Countdown's initiated.

The convoy is not in the zone yet.

An idiot's in the field.

He'll blow the charges.

OK.

You gotta be kidding me.

Civilians.

Let's get a tune out of this trombone.

Picking up a weapon signature.

Sh*t. Not a civilian.

Aw, man...

A**hole.

Countdown is initiated.

You should so not be allowed

to buy these things.

Abort!

I think I got ID'd on that hit.

You ever been ID'd on a hit?

- Not that I'm aware of, no.

- Right. I'm in trouble.

- You get a look at him?

- Little thing. Buck ten, buck fifteen tops.

Maybe he's Filipino.

I'm not even sure it was a him.

You saying that you had

your ass handed to you by some girl?

I think so. A pro.

Well, it shouldn't be that difficult. I mean,

how many chicks are hitters out there?

- You guys want any dessert?

- What do you have, honey?

- Ice cream.

- Delicious. What flavors?

- Chocolate and vanilla.

- I don't like those.

But mixed together,

that could be nice, you know what I mean?

And not just the little pink spoon,

I like the whole sundae.

- That could be arranged.

- Perfect.

"Could be arranged. " You hear that? I'd like

to have her kick my ass, know what I mean?

- Any other details besides her weight class?

- Laptop.

Sorry? You're in a whole zone right now...

- Laptop.

- OK, laptop.

I want to know who that b*tch is.

Get me that tape.

- Jane.

- Get me that tape.

- What?

- It's Father.

The FBI secured the package.

The window's closed, sir.

- I told you we couldn't afford mistakes.

- There was another player.

We do not leave witnesses.

If this player ID'd you... You know the rules.

You have 48 hours to clean the scene, Jane.

Looking forward to it, sir.

All right, we have a new target.

Let's find out who he is.

Jesus... What did you do to it?

Put a campfire out with it?

Buy a new one.

This one has sentimental value for its owner.

- Who's that?

- Well, Gwen, I'm just hoping you can tell me.

So, why you gotta know so bad, anyway?

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