The Hitman's Bodyguard Page #3

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Lay down some cover fire.

F***!

- Show me your hands!

- B*tch, please!

- Put these on.

- F*** that.

Interpol's compromised. You know that.

Either you shoot me or watch me bleed out.

We gotta get off the street.

There's a safe house

not far from here.

As a car bomb has

exploded in bishopgate green,

near coventry city center...

Don't even think

about answering that f***ing phone!

The only way dukhovich

could've known our route

was if he had somebody on the inside.

Now, I need medical supplies,

and you need help.

So, if you're gonna 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 a**holes?

Or...

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 need you to do.

- Pass.

- I wasn't offering. I'm telling you.

I have a job you're going to do.

I'm not gonna let you charm me

into this one, Amelia.

Okay, let's be clear.

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.

That elite triple-a status

you want back so badly,

- I'll make sure you never get near it.

- You're threatening me now?

Not you, her. Are you threatening...

you can't just threaten me

into taking orders from you.

I guess we'll see. You're three hours

away. I'll see you in two and a half.

Three... okay, okay.

I guess we will. Jesus Christ.

Here, we're gonna load

all these into the car, okay?

We're gonna take the car out in the front,

and then burn it.

This place is like a war zone.

We got bodies everywhere.

Our unit's compromised. Everyone's down.

Get those guys lded.

And I've got no sign of agent roussel.

Maybe 15 to 20

dead mercenaries, heavily armed.

Media circus is in town.

That's not the worst of it.

Kincaid is gone.

Coventry, every available agent.

Report back to me with any updates.

Yes, ma'am.

There must've been a leak.

I told you, there are too many

agencies involved.

Get to the hague.

See what you can get out of dukhovich.

L'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,

you useless piece of sh*t?

Baby, baby, it's me.

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