Lord Of War Page #2

better than doing this.

I need you.

Brothers in arms.

Brothers in arms.

Sir, may I interest you in the

shoulder-fired SA-7

surface-to-air missiles?

The older Chinese model.

Not so effective against

modern military aircraft. But deadly...

if used against a commercial airliner.

I'm giving them away at 8-50.

In the '80s, and the Cold War was

far from thawed

Most of the deals were

government-to-government.

It was a mostly private club...

...with a lifetime club president.

That's him.

The big shot?

Simeon Weisz, Angola,

Mozambique,

those Exocet missiles

in the Falklands.

He was selling guns before

there was gunpowder.

Be right back.

Mr. Weisz? Mr. Weisz!

It's okay, they're talking.

May I help?

A mutual friend, Eli Kurtzman

from Brighton Beach,

import/export said to contact you.

I have a business proposal

and I thought perhaps we could

discuss it.

I don't think you and I are

in the same business.

You think I just sell guns,

don't you?

I don't. I take sides.

But in the Iran-Iraq war

you sold guns to both sides.

Did you ever consider that

I wanted both sides to lose?

Bullets change governments far

surer than votes.

You're in the wrong place,

my young friend.

This is no place for amateurs.

Motherf***er.

Curious how you always revert to

your native tongue

in moments of extreme anger.

And ecstasy.

Oh God... Oh, God!

You are beautiful.

What's your name again?

The only option for Vitaly and me

was under-the-counter gunrunning.

Beirut, Lebanon - 1984

I got my first break in Lebanon

after the suicide bombing.

But I wasn't the only local kid

making good.

When the United States leaves a war zone...

they generally don't take

their munitions.

It costs more to bring it back

than to buy new stock.

So, we sell by the kilo.

They're secondhand weapons,

but they're still okay.

How many kilos would you like?

Five thousand.

I had a flair for languages...

...but I soon discovered that what

talks best is dollars, dinars...

...drachmas, rubles, rupees, and

pounds-f***ing-sterling.

Of course, the U.S. Army got a

piece of the action.

Army salaries were no better then

than they are today.

And some of the brass,

like Lieutenant Colonel Southern...

needed to raise money for their

own private wars.

Good to make your acquaintance.

This is bullshit money,

This is small-f***ing-potatoes.

What do you want to do, go more legit?

No, more illegal.

What I would give right now

for cabbage and potatoes.

It's not our fight.

Vit, come on!

Let's go. Come on.

Selling guns is like selling

vacuum cleaners.

You make calls,

pound the pavement,

take orders.

I was an equal opportunity

merchant of death.

Rate this script:5.0 / 1 vote