01x03 - Black Panther

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Everett: Wakanda is a small country in Africa notable for never having been conquered in its entire history.

Who's in charge?

He's called the Black Panther.

Dondi: So, what we've got here is a highly militaristic culture with no ties to the United States.

This is a job for special forces.

Very special forces.

Man: The new Black Panther is T'Challa! Woman: He is ascended to his father's throne.

Making him a better target.

Who are you, monsieur?

Your next employer.

Batroc is a master of Savate, the French art of self defense.

I would hate to sh**t a future income source, but you really need to identify yourself.

The name is Klaw.

What- At your service, Klaw.

I'm putting together a team for a job.

The pay is excellent.

What kind of job?

We're going to take over Wakanda, and k*ll the Black Panther.

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Don't take it easy on me.

Promise?

Okay.

If you say so.

You think you're slick?

I know I am.

All right.

All right.

You've proved your point.

What point?

I wasn't proving anything.

You're the king.

You can b*at anyone in hand-to-hand combat, and I'm sure it's good to be king.

Your bitterness is going to eat you up like a cancer, and there's no reason for you to feel that way.

You're a member of the royal family.

You can play a pivotal role in the counsel - as well as- - Don't do me any favors.

Can I trust you?

Huh?

It's a simple question.

If I have to watch my back around you, I'll deal with you accordingly.

What, exile me?

Worse.

Tell Mother.

Oh, no, you won't.

Hah! I can offer you freedom if you accept this assignment.

Sounds good to me.

But tell me, why do you want to k*ll the Black Panther so bad?

I mean, besides the money.

I come from a m*llitary family.

My great, great, great grandfather was one of the founders of South Africa.

Sir, the natives refuse to go any farther, sir.

Flog them.

Uh, we have, sir.

They still won't budge.

Have these people no sense of industry?

They're scared of the Wakandans, sir.

Bad juju, that sort of thing.

Labor problems in Africa.

That's a new one.

Do you think that is funny?

Do you?

I don't have time for this superstitious nonsense.

How are we supposed to get that blasted Gatling g*n in position?

These are some of the same boys we had during the South African campaign.

Don't know what's gotten into them.

If they don't get off their black asses, it'll be hot lead.

They're running for it! Treasonous cowards.

Fire at will! That'll show 'em.

- Oh, no.

- What?

Who's going to carry all this?

Perhaps, given our circumstances sir, we could leave the fine china behind.

No! We will not lose our grip on civilization because of those monkeys.

We will not be dragged down to their level.

Don't faint on me now, Jenson.

Sir, perhaps an inspiring word?

I swear on my child's life, when we get back to our base camp in Pretoria, every capan on our land will pay five times over for this betrayal.

I will teach these Wakandans the true meaning of fear.

Wakanda.

It's everything the legend says it is.

Weird looking buildings, though.

But I can see gold trinkets from here.

The boys will get their fair share of booty tonight for sure.

What?

They're onto us.

Prepare for battle.

Leave now, and I will let you live.

att*ck, and only one of you will be left standing.

Fire at will! What just happened?

Last chance to leave with your wounded.

sh**t him! But sir, what if we misfire, too?

It couldn't be an accident.

H- he's doing something.

Remind me to sh**t you later, coward.

Can your juju handle 100 rounds a minute?

Die, you black- Sir! Before you slaughter us all, I hope you noticed that he was the only person who continued to fire upon you.

I hope your offer to allow us to leave is still open.

Please?

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