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Safe houses blown, passwords exposed, agents wiped out en masse. The London headquarters of the polite gentlemen in pinstripe suits is neatly taken out by a missile strike. The surviving gentlemen gather at the nearest pub and confidently drink themselves into the necessary condition. Having reached a state of full enlightenment, they find at the bottom of a bottle an invitation from their overseas colleagues from Kentucky — equally charming drunkards, but with a cowboy flavor and their own liquor empire. The two spy agencies happily merge in shared ecstasy in the face of a terrible threat from an international drug cartel seeking to legalize its business.
