Viva Las... So? Don't move, kid. You try anything funny, and I'll turn this thing...

[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]