Professionals

To hell with this!

I'm not letting my life's work be destroyed without a fight!

But then again, I am always open to a better idea!

You're the expert here.

Fight or flight?

-What the hell is that? -The better idea.

Come on!

A new day dawns on planet Earth.

Today, a powerful new weapon is deployed

in the fight against global diseases.

Panacea, named after the ancient goddess of healing,

is reborn as next-gen technology.

Just as weather satellites track storms,

Panacea will track the outbreak of infectious diseases,

allowing teams of doctors, medics, crucial time to respond.

None of this would be possible, none of it,

for us to usher in this new era of hope, without

the vision, strength and downright stubbornness

of one particular individual I'm about to embarrass

by asking to come up and say a few words.

Would you all please welcome Dr. Graciela Davila. Grace...

Peter, I know you're unaccustomed to hearing these words,

but you're wrong.

My contribution to Panacea is trivial compared to your commitment,

the commitment of your family, and of the Swann Corp.

Thanks to you, millions of men, women and children will rise tomorrow

to a future free of disease.

As the saying goes, information wants to be free.

Thanks to all of you here today...

humanity's greatest achievement, medical knowledge, soon will be.

Soak it in, Sophia, soak it in.

Today is a good day to stick a psycho away.

You know who said that?

Mother Theresa.

They made her a saint.

-One day I'm gonna be a saint too. -Yeah, right.

Saint Badass.

Buckle up.

Will you please slow down?

Oh, I will slow down, when this evidence is safe

and Tariq Basari goes down for racketeering,

extortion, murder and pissing me off.

Ease off! You're gonna run us off the road.

Come on!

Years of legal vomit almost over.

I can't wait to see Tariq's smug,

Botox-filled face when they sent him to the guillotine.

The guillotine's been gone for 50 years.

Do I squash your dreams?

He's never had Botox. Believe me.

And your expertise on Botox is based on what?

Shut up.

Dr. Geller, Panacea is in your hands.

Thank you, Mr. Swann.

We are commencing our launch sequence.

Ten minutes and counting.

We have a green light in all sectors.

Please complete final check-ups of launch sequence.

We have word from HQ that weather conditions are holding,

and we're looking at steady barometric pressure

across the launch trajectory.

Peter, isn't this so exciting?

-Hello. -Hi.

Grace. I think it's great you're here to support my brother.

If anything, I'm here for her.

Look at that. What's with those girls and dad?

Since his knighthood was announced, dad's been a nightmare.

On the upside, he did manage to coax a certain Goth goddess

-out of her crypt. -Jane's here?

Jane?

Jane?

-Hi, Jane. -Hello, father figure.

Nice of you to show up. I mean, I know how busy you are.

Thank Reggie. He's taking me to Barcelona after, so...

Reggie? Since when do you call Granddad Reggie?

Since I became an adult.

Instead of boring rockets, try building a decent cell tower.

-There's no signal. -I would do that.

I could do that.

I will do that! If it would help to get you to call me sometime.

Unbelievable!

That girl is genetically wired to pop my brain!

It's me, isn't it? Working with me gives you wrinkles and stuff.

I'm noticing little crow's feet, you know.

Shut up and listen!

Nice work, Saint Badass.

Look at this yokel.

Like a dog with a bone.

Watch how fast he starts kissing my ass.

In a bit of a hurry, are we today, sir?

Today and every day, sir.

Agent Neumann from Europol. Maybe you've heard of it.

Agent Elias and I are delivering evidence in a capital case,

so why don't you go back to your speed trap and catch some tourists?

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

-For what? -For making this so easy.

I'll take that, sir. Here you go. Have a nice day.

-That was badass. -Shut up and drive.

I'm going to find you.

Whoever you are.

All systems are go. Ignition in T minus 30 seconds.

Ground crew must reach safety distance.

Dr. Davila. Always a pleasure.

Okay, dad. It's not a petting zoo.

A thousand pardons. Brilliant women have always been my weakness.

Present company excepted.

Trust me, darling, they're all experts.

This isn't Studio 54.

Can we talk about the launch, please?

Nineteen, eighteen...

As much as you spent on that thing,

I expected it to be much bigger.

-Fourteen... -Coming up on the ten-second mark.

External boosters are go.

-Thrust is go, all engines. -Eleven...

T minus ten, nine...

-Guidance internal. -Eight...

seven... six...

-Marry me. -Five...

-Four... -But you're already married.

-Three... -Only legally. But think about it.

-Of course. -One...

You'll marry me or you'll think about it?

Let's talk about it later.

Liftoff.

Liftoff, 30 minutes after the hour.

-Altitude 2404. -246 online.

AFSOC.

I've got the same.

I'll say this for you, son.

You really know how to ruin a party.

-He's gonna be happy. -He's gotta be human first.

-What have you got for me, then? -How about a broken kneecap?

I warned ya.

Vincent and the little Danny.

The Corbo brothers. Straight out of Texas.

I see you're still looking good.

I see that you still only hire idiots.

Lovely, isn't it?

Something about the sea. The saltiness.

I think it's purifying. Invigorating.

So I take a deep breath and remember that time is precious...

and life is very short.

Maybe shorter than we expected.

Whatever your worries were, this isn't one of them.

Is this everything?

-No evidence, no case. No case... -No trial.

Then I'm home free.

I wouldn't tempt fate, but yeah.

So...

are we even?

Tariq?

-Is Danny's debt cleared? -We're solid?

Anybody else who owed me 400,000 Euro would be pig feed by now.

But you bought me a second chance.

That's what I'm giving you, Danny boy.

Matter of fact, I'll do better than that. Come work for me.

I promise you, no muscle and hustle stuff for you.

I need professionals. I need trained people.

The world is changing so much, I need specialists to help me adapt.

Street muscle doesn't cut it anymore.

What do you say, bro?

The old Legionnaires back together again?

Danny's debt is cleared. I need to hear you say it.

It's cleared. Say it.

-Danny's debt is cleared. -Good.

We're done here forever.

-Who's tempting fate now, Vincent? -Come on, Danny, let's go!

Hey, Danny.

We could do great things together.

Danny! Now!

This is your place? You should come with me. Live down by the boat.

You've been inhaling too much deck varnish.

Come on. It'll be good.

Work on the boat all day, light up the bars at night.

-Help me get her in the water. -I could use help with Tariq.

You heard him. Times are changing, even for him.

Old school street muscle doesn't cut it.

He needs real world skills.

-He needs professionals. -Tariq Basari's not your friend.

He's never been your friend! He's never gonna be your friend!

Alright. Alright, don't worry.

That's when I worry the most. Try to remember...

you're the smart brother.

Thank you.

Mortar round.

Bullet frag.

-Buck shot. -Go ahead, sir.

Well, well. The wandering samurai returns.

As if your job wasn't dangerous enough.

-Sure you wanna walk in here? -She's that mad, huh?

Five weeks gone and not a word. You think she's gonna jump for joy?

Go on, get what's coming to you.

Listen up, maggots. Last round for now.

Courtesy of the man, the myth, the mystery...

Vincent "Cowboy" Corbo!

-Present arms. -Sir, yes, sir!

Raise those glasses up,

because only the best will do for Vincent.

Although he doesn't always appreciate it.