The Union | Mark Wahlberg + Halle Berry | Official Trailer | Netflix

Hello, Mikey. Roxana Room. How often do you meet up with your high school sweetheart after 25 long years? Two drinks, please. -Can you stand your liquor now? -I could always handle my liquor. I have a vomit-stained tuxedo that says different, but hey... Wait. Do you still have your tuxedo from high school? -Yeah. -Actually? And it still fits. He had an ulterior motive for bringing you here. You're trying to take me with you, huh? Something like that. Welcome to London, Mikey. Rox, what the hell? Where did Jersey go? Quite a wake-up call, huh, Mike? I'm Roxanne's boss. You drive.

Someone needs to tell me what the hell is going on. Oh! Shit! First time in London, Mike? His first time outside the tri-state area. Two nights ago, a list containing the identities of all American spies was stolen. And to get it back we need someone who isn't on that list. We need a nobody. Nobody I can trust. So are you guys like the FBI or something? We work for the Union. We look more for street intelligence than literary intelligence. Bad reflection. And we do shit. What she said. Go! Reflection… It's still bad. Arrest! Hey? Well, here we go.

Oh shit. Okay... Yes, he's dead. How dangerous is it going to be? Piece of cake. I mean, you know, unless it's not. -Does this remind you of something? -Eighth grade, janitor's closet? That is. Miguel! Get back in the car, Mike! I'm glad it's you and me. And I'm very happy to have returned to that bar. You are welcome! You are welcome. Roxana Hall? Mom, how do you know that? I always liked you. What is she doing? I should have seen her in high school.