Hiya, Mikey. Roxanne Hall. How often is it that you run into your high-school sweetheart after 25 long years? Two shots, please. -You can handle your liquor now?
-I could always handle my liquor. I got a vomit-stained tuxedo that says different, but hey… Wait. You still got your tuxedo from high school? -Yeah. -Really?
And it still fits. I did have an ulterior motive for bringing you here. You trying to whisk me away with you, huh? Something like that. Welcome to London, Mikey.
Rox, what the hell? Where did Jersey go? Hell of a wake-up call, huh, Mike? I’m Roxanne’s boss. You drive.
Somebody needs to tell me what the hell is going on. Whoa! [ __ ]! First time in London, Mike? His first time out of the Tri-State area.
Two nights ago, a list containing the identities of every US spy was stolen. And to get it back, we need someone who is not on that list. We need a nobody. A nobody I can trust. So what, you guys, like, the FBI or something?
We work for the Union.
We’re looking for street smarts over book smarts. Reflex bad. And we get [ __ ] done. What he said.
Go! Reflex… Still bad. Stop! Huh? Okay, here we go.
Oh [ __ ]. All right… Yeah, he’s dead. How dangerous is it gonna be? Piece of cake. I mean, you know, unless it isn’t.
-This remind you of something? -Eighth grade, janitor’s closet? That’s the one. Mike! Get back in the car, Mike!
I’m glad it’s you and me. And I’m really glad I walked back into that bar. You’re welcome! You’re welcome. Roxanne Hall?
Ma, how do you know that? I always liked her for you. What is she up to? Should’ve seen her in high school..
