Bad Company

Your friend is late.

He'll be here.

Yeah? I do have other bidders.

I personally vouch for this man.

Well, I trust you, Michael,

but you see,

with each degree of separation

comes a degree of uncertainty.

Mr. Turner.

Mr. Vas.

The KGB once tried to set me up.

So I had to kill 3 of their agents

and then I hunted down their families.

The point is, if I sense

anything out of the ordinary--

No, the point is, I haven't

seen anything from you yet...

to justify a payment of $ 20 million.

So, before I hand over a small fortune

and risk my life,

I want to know 100% that you can,

in fact, deliver a device.

That's the point.

Very well.

Michelle?

Owner's manual.

- This is your show of good faith?

- Well, you're still alive.

You consider that

a show of good faith.

Now, what do you have for me?

Down payment-- one million dollars.

So, when do I get the device?

Let's say 10 days.

Michael, you take that telephone,

and I will call you and tell you

how to proceed.

Keep it on you all the time.

As for you, sir,

the next time we meet,

I suggest you be on time.

Nice coat.

- Well done.

- See you around.

- So far, so good?

- Yeah, so far.

- Kevin's got a tail.

- Is it Vas?

No, they don't look Russian.

They don't look friendly.

We'd better go back for him.

You ordered us not to

jeopardize our cover, sir.

Hey, turn left.

Turn left!

Turn left.

Turn left!

Kill him!

- Ambush on the castle steps.

- Coming fast.

Let's go!

Get down!

Get down!

Get down!

Get down! Down!

There he is! Pull over!

You're jeopardizing the mission!

You are the mission.

God, that was close.

Did you see who they were?

Kevin?

Doesn't this all smack

of extreme desperation?

A nuclear bomb that fits neatly

into a carry-on suitcase?

Kevin spends 2 years getting close to these

people in order to position you as the buyer.

Vas won't deal with anyone else,

and we have 9 days to make this work.

I'd say desperation

was the order of the day.

- Maybe Vas set Kevin up.

- My guess is it's a rival buyer.

Could be Pakistanis,

Chechins, North Koreans.

- Libyans.

- Try the entire Middle East.

I think Vas is a businessman.

He'll take anyone's money.

So why kill Kevin

if they could just outbid him?

'Cause we have deeper pockets.

He priced them out of the game.

- Who do you think it is?

- Well, the Cold War is over.

These guys don't wave flags any more,

and fanatacism, terrorism is global.

Well, whoever it is decided

to eliminate the competition...

and force Vas to deal with them.

So the future of the so-called

free world may rest in this...

young man's hands.

Big Time Tickets.

Whatever you want, I get you.

Yankees, 3rd-base line.

Knicks, court-side.

Rangers, on the ice. Masters,

I'll put you

on Tiger's teeth, all right?

No matter what you want,

I got it for you.

Big Time Tickets. What you need?

Come on, man.

You gonna call me 3 hours before

tip-off against the Lakers?

The Knicks sell out every game, money.

Since I like you, for 850

I can get you section 24, row 9,

12 back from the bench right behind

Woody with a good view of Spike,

unless he's got that turban thing on

his head looking like Yasser AraKnick.

Check.

Yo, hold a sec.

What's up? Big Time Tickets.

Jake Hayes. What you want?

Checkmate. Lion King? I can't do that.

Jake Hayes here.

Big Time Tickets. Mr. Johnson.

You gonna go to the game tonight,

or you wanna do some business?

Shit, he's kicking your ass.

Hey, don't look at me.

You got to watch that castle

about to bitch-slap your bishop.

You lose, Opie.

- Damn!

- Okay, so I give you 400 for the tip.

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