Darius Kincaid: I'll do my thing. You know when I want some sh*t to pop, it pops. Like that shot through that tittie-small window on Kurosawa's plane.
Michael Bryce: That's enough. Okay, that's enough out of you.
Darius Kincaid: Show me the face you made when that sh*t went down.
Michael Bryce: That still stings.
Darius Kincaid: I know you wasn't expecting that sh*t to happen.
Michael Bryce: Yeah, I was expecting you to blow my client's head off.
Darius Kincaid: Did you have that Home Alone face thingy, like...?
Darius Kincaid: You're welcome.
Michael Bryce: For what?
Darius Kincaid: I got you a front row seat to the Roussel show, and I got you that all-access backstage pass to that a** you've been wanting so bad.
Michael Bryce: You did what?
Darius Kincaid: You jumped out of the car, I gave her the 411 on you.
Michael Bryce: I didn't jump out of the... I went through the f*cking windshield.
Darius Kincaid: Oh, semantics.
Vladislav Dukhovich (laughs): The look on your face. You're so proud. Darius Kincaid, about to be a hero, save the day. None of that matters. There is no redemption, no atonement for a man like you. Your whole life has been but a trail of corpses, and I will be just another dead body on the pile! Go ahead! Finish me! But don't think for a moment it will change what you are.
Darius Kincaid (laughs): I don't give a f*ck about all of that! You f*cked up when you shot my bodyguard.
Vladislav Dukhovich: Who?
(Kincaid kicks him off the ledge...)
Michael Bryce: Why is everything always about love with you?
Darius Kincaid: Well, what else is there? I mean, take away the guns, the money, the travel, the perfect shot through a motherf*cker's earhole from 300 meters. I mean, none of that sh*t means d*ck if I can't tell Sonia about it.
Michael Bryce: Well, I guess Amelia's just not as special as Sonia. She sounds great.
Darius Kincaid: What, she cheat on you?
Michael Bryce: No.
Darius Kincaid: Try to kill you?
Michael Bryce: No.
Darius Kincaid: 'Cause Sonia chopped off part of my ear with a machete one time. She sewed it back on, but... it was two, three days before our sh*t got real again.
(In the prison...)
Agent: Mrs. Kincaid, if you know where your husband is, you need to tell us. It's for his own safety.
Sonia Kincaid (laughs): I'm sorr... You're worried about my husband's safety? No one in this world can kill Darius Kincaid. The man is a cucaracha, and I mean that in every sense of the word. Sometimes you just want to crush his little, filthy head with your shoe, but he won't die. That motherf*cker is unkillable, so you can relax.
Darius Kincaid: You never even took one for a client?
Michael Bryce: Nope. Never had to.
Darius Kincaid: Yeah, but the question is, would you? See, if I'm paying Triple-A rates, then I'm looking for that full-service sh*t, you know what I'm saying? That extra "A" stands for "a**," yours, between mine and a bullet.
|Title:||The Hitman’s Bodyguard (2017)|
|Genres:||Action, Comedy, Crime, Thriller|
|Produced by:||Lionsgate & Millennium Media|
|Release Date:||18 August 2017|
With his reputation in tatters after the painfully unsuccessful delivery of a distinguished Japanese client, the former triple-A protection agent, Michael Bryce, is now reduced to a mere second-class bodyguard for hire, two years after the disgraceful incident. Under those circumstances, Bryce would do anything to prove his worth, and, before long, he accepts an offer from Interpol to escort the international assassin, Darius Kincaid, from Manchester to the Hague. The task seems simple: Bryce needs to transport him from point A to point B; nevertheless, the trip to the Netherlands is long and hazardous, and Kincaid–as the only one with the guts and enough hard evidence to testify against a tyrannical Belarusian dictator–is an obvious target. Undoubtedly, it’s a tough job, as the mismatched duo will have to put aside their grudges, and race against the clock in a non-stop concerto for bullets. Can the hitman’s bodyguard carry through the most important mission in his career? (IMDb)