Kingsman: The Golden Circle (2017)
Pedro Pascal: Whiskey
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Quotes
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Eggsy : Now we've finished the debrief, Harry, here's a couple of welcome back gifts. First up, a brand new Kingsman watch. Advanced software, it can hack into anything with a microchip. It is the bollocks. And, Merlin.
Merlin : I made you these.
[Merlin hands Harry an eyeglass case. Harry opens it]
Harry Hart : A-ha.
[Harry removes his eyepatch and puts on the new glasses]
Harry Hart : Thank you, Merlin, Eggsy. How do I look?
Merlin : You look...
Very Drunk Redneck : Like some faggot lookin' for an eye fuckin'. Now, why don't you get out of our bar before I take out your other one?
Whiskey : Now, is that any way to welcome a visitor from out of town, moonshine?
Very Drunk Redneck : Okay. Suck my southern dick, bitch.
Harry Hart : Oh, I don't think that'll be necessary.
[gets up]
Harry Hart : Good day, sir.
[Harry walks towards the exit]
Very Drunk Redneck : Well, what are you ladies waiting for?
Harry Hart : [locking the front door] Manners... maketh... man. Do you know what that means? Then let me teach you a lesson.
[Harry slings a beer mug with his umbrella towards the redneck, but misses and Whiskey catches it. He approaches the redneck and his gang, but butterfly hallucinations surround his vision]
Harry Hart : Are we going to stand around here all day, or are we going to...
[another redneck punches him from the left. Harry struggles to fight with the gang until Whiskey lassos him out of the way]
Whiskey : Well, pick him up. Now that is not what I call a Kentucky welcome. Manners... maketh... man. Let me translate that for you.
[Whiskey begins to rough up the rednecks with his lasso]
Harry Hart : What's wrong with me, Merlin? I thought you fixed me.
Merlin : Well, we rebuilt your neural pathways, but it'll take time to get your coordination back.
[Whiskey attacks the rednecks with his bull whip]
Harry Hart : And the phantom butterflies?
Merlin : You will experience episodes, lapses of clarity. You'll be back to normal soon.
[Whiskey throws the last redneck out the window]
Whiskey : Whoo. I feel like a tornado in a trailer park.
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[Harry opens the briefcase and enters the release code]
Harry Hart : Viva Las...
[a lasso is suddenly wrapped around his neck]
Whiskey : So?
[Eggsy turns around and sees Whiskey]
Whiskey : Don't move, kid. You try anything funny, and I'll turn this thing electric. Now give up your guns, fellas. Slide 'em over.
[Eggsy and Harry grab their guns and slide them over to Whiskey]
Eggsy : Whiskey, we are all on the same side here. You've had a head injury. The exact same thing happened to Harry. You're having some sort of... brain glitch.
Whiskey : Nope. My brain's all good, kid. And you know what? I reckon the same was true for your old friend Harry over here. Real fine instincts, I'll give him that. So stay still, or I'll dice him up so small, you can take him home in a bucket and still have room for what's left of your buddy Merlin.
Eggsy : Well, that's just fucking great. You're working for the President?
Whiskey : That asshole?
[chuckles]
Whiskey : Hell no. It's a matter of personal principle, Agent. No more drug users. And the Statesman share price rockets.
Eggsy : So those are your principles? Making money? Our agencies were founded to uphold peace. To protect the innocent.
Whiskey : Do you wanna know who was innocent? My high school sweetheart. Love of my life. Pregnant with my little boy. He's be about your age now if his mama hadn't got caught in the crossfire when two meth head freaks decided to rob a fucking convenience store. A world without those people in it... sure smells like peace to me. You break the law, you pay the price. Good riddance to all of them. That's why I got to destroy that case. Now slide it over, Agent Galahad.
[Harry closes the case and slides it over to Whiskey]
Whiskey : Thank you.
Eggsy : Do you know what, Harry? I think he's got a point. I think it sounds like a bright idea.
[Eggsy activates the flash on his watch to temporarily blind Whiskey while Harry disarms him and frees himself from the lasso]
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[Eggsy enters Whiskey's Ford Bronco]
Eggsy : Got the passes from my contact. You're gonna love Glastonbury.
Whiskey : Well, that's the easy part, kid. Take a look in the glove box.
[Eggsy opens the glove compartment and grabs a pill box. He opens the box and see a finger-sized condom]
Eggsy : Fucking hell, bruv. Thought everything was supposed to be bigger in America. Is this why you overcompensate with these massive cars?
Whiskey : Goes on your finger. The surveillance tracker is in the tip. Apply light pressure for three seconds to release it.
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Eggsy : Okay, so according to her Instagram feed, Charlie's ex-girlfriend is up ahead at the VIP bar. Which one of us is gonna place the tracker?
[Eggsy and Whiskey pass through security]
Whiskey : I say we both make an approach, whoever gets on best, goes for it.
Eggsy : Well, it doesn't have to be a competition, bruv. Why don't we just go up to her, shake her hand, pat her on the back, whatever, you know. Job done.
Whiskey : The hand is not a mucous membrane, Eggsy. Neither is the back. They teach you anything at Kingsman?
Eggsy : What are you talking about?
Whiskey : Our trackers are designed to enter the bloodstream. They circulate harmlessly, providing full audio and GPS.
Eggsy : Mucous membrane. That's like up the nose, isn't it? What the fuck am I gonna do? Stick my finger...
[pause]
Eggsy : It's not just inside the nose, is it?
Whiskey : No, Eggsy. It ain't.
Eggsy : Fuck.
Whiskey : All right, I'll take the first crack. Watch and learn, buddy.
[Whiskey takes a drink from his belt buckle flask before approaching Clara]
Eggsy : Good luck.
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Champ : At what point are you going to start behaving like a Statesman, Tequila? You wanna go back to being a rodeo clown?
Tequila : No, sir. I apologize, sir.
[Champagne turns around towards Eggsy]
Champ : I'm Champagne. But anyone who knows what's good for him...
[throws hat at champagne bottle]
Champ : ... calls me Champ. Sorry for your troubles. As your American cousins, I'm placing all of Statesman's considerably larger resources at your disposal.
[Champ points at Statesman's stock market numbers]
Champ : Can you imagine us in the clothing business?
[Champ chuckles as he looks at the trophies by the window and sits down]
Champ : Now, how can I help you?
Eggsy : First of all, I've got to thank you for saving Agent Galahad.
Champ : Wait. You said that you were Agent Galahad.
Tequila : Oh, no, he's talking about the butterfly guy. That used to be his handle.
Champ : Oh.
Eggsy : Galahad always said, 'You've got to look at the bigger picture. Ask why as well as who.' So if someone wanted to take out Kingsman, then they've got to be planning something major.
Champ : So what do you know?
Eggsy : They're a drug cartel, we think. The name Golden Circle keeps coming up.
Champ : Mmm. We'll look into them. What else?
Eggsy : One of our former trainees is working with them. Charlie Hesketh. Total prick.
Champ : You got any promising leads on him?
Eggsy : His ex-girlfriend. I've been tracking her through social media. We believe she's still in contact with him. And she's going to Glastonbury Music Festival.
Champ : Oh, good. Agent Tequila, break out your dancing shoes. You have a new mission.
Tequila : Yes, sir.
[Champ suddenly notices a blue rash on Tequila's neck and face]
Champ : Hold up. You feeling okay?
Tequila : I'm a little tired, but fine, thanks. Galahad, you ready?
Champ : Your face... You got...
[Tequila looks through the reflection on his steel glass]
Tequila : What the fuck?
Champ : Oh, shit. Head to the sick bay. Have Ginger check you out.
[Tequila walks to the door]
Champ : [whistles] Hey, give him your glasses.
[Tequila throws his glasses to Eggsy]
Champ : You're in luck, kid. Put them on. You get our finest senior agent to join you instead. Right now, he's in our New York office. Galahad, meet Agent Whiskey.
[Eggsy puts on the glasses and sees a hologram of Agent Whiskey]
Whiskey : Kid, looks like we're hookin' up with a chick at a rock concert. My favorite kind of mission. I'm sending my jet to pick you up.
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Whiskey : Miss, I beg your pardon. Now, I don't wanna pester you, but I just have to know, what time are you playing?
Clara : I'm not in a band. Oh, God. Who did you think I was? Please don't say someone ghastly.
Whiskey : God damn it, now I feel like a fool. I just assumed that a woman with your... charisma, well, she just had to be somebody.
Clara : Right. Thank you.
Whiskey : No, it's okay. I know you didn't mean to make me feel like a dumbass. So I'll let you make it up to me by letting me buy you a drink.
Clara : Follow my finger.
[Clara points her finger in front of Whiskey and swipes left]
Whiskey : [chuckles] What are we doing?
Clara : Swiping to the left. What, you don't do Tinder in America?
Whiskey : Tinder what?
Eggsy : Do you know, I think it's probably a generational thing. It translates as: 'Go away, old man'.
[pause]
Whiskey : Be good, be cool.
Eggsy : Bye.
Clara : Thank you for that.
