MERLIN: Yeah. Unfortunately, Galahad, you also saved Charlie. When you electrocuted him, you damaged his implant. Instead of his head exploding... he only lost an arm and his vocal chords. Fucker should be thanking me. And now he's back for revenge? We don't think so, sir. We believe he's being recruited by an unknown organization. Lancelot? Got the police autopsy reports from Charlie's colleagues in the SUVs. They're not just goons for hire. Fingerprints removed. Teeth filed smooth. I did a face recognition. Nothing. And that thing? A cosmetic tattoo made of 24-carat gold. They all had them. Seems like we're looking at some kind of underworld organization.
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(chuckles sarcastically) What about you? Me? Yeah. No, I love a Jack and Coke, bruv. But I do agree with the part where you go fuck yourself. All right. Y'all ain't got nothing to protect other than your honor. Let's see what happens when we change things up.
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EGGSY: Someone decides to wipe out every Kingsman property... every agent, and somehow... conveniently, you weren't at home. I could say the same thing about you. What, you think I'd kill Roxy? And my mate, Brandon, and my fucking dog? MERLIN: No. You think I would?
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EGGSY: Aw! I know he could never replace JB... but...
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MERLIN: Eggsy sent this from Glastonbury.
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How did he get here?
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(tires squealing)
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(gasping)
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(sizzling)
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(yells)
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(screams)
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(beeping)
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(groans)
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(hissing)
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All right. Jet's ready. Whiskey, Galahad, get to Italy.
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(laughs) It's a lasso. EGGSY: Whatever.
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(all yelling)
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Now, we have to find that antidote. Poppy's stockpiles, well, they could be anywhere. HARRY: She must have some on hand. Locate Poppy... and obtain a sample for analysis. Maybe it can be replicated. GINGER: Sorry to cut in, guys. But Charlie is on the phone with his girlfriend. Looping you in now. CLARA: Don't worry. I'm on a payphone... covered in a fucking blue rash. Why didn't you tell me? All you said was, "Don't take any drugs." It was a music festival for fuck's sake. Fuck. Shit. Shit! Okay.