Beirut Page #4

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I'm going back to the office

and starting over.

What do you mean by "starting over"?

I'm going back to my original offer.

- Is that a threat?

- No. Here's a threat.

I'm gonna start answering my phone,

'cause it's ringing off the hook

with guys who would kill to work

for what I paid you thieves 20 years ago.

You don't got the balls

to lock us out!

- Let's take a break.

- Try me.

I can have a strike vote

in 15 minutes.

Bring it on!

Let's see this strike!

F*** you, you piece of f***in'...

Do you know what? Kiss my f***in' fat ass!

That went well.

They'll cool off.

The deal speaks for itself.

Let them sit with it a bit,

let the downside ring in their ears.

In a couple of days, they'll be back.

Where do we stand

with the supermarket thing in Providence?

They took a local guy. A lawyer.

I was gonna tell you this morning,

but it seemed like

you had a lot on your plate.

Can I buy you a drink at Foley's?

I've been offered a job.

It's New York.

We're still haggling

over the numbers, but...

That's not why I want to wrap things up.

I'm not bailing on you.

You need a rest, Mas.

Like, for real.

Get some sun. Walk around. Take a break.

You're gonna do great in New York, Ernie.

You'll be fine.

Colonel Ruzak.

...sanctions.

It's confirmed. They found the car.

-Pack your bag.

-It's in my office, sir.

Mason?

Mason Skiles?

You might not remember me. Ray Sullivan?

Sure.

You arbitrated a barter for us

a couple years back.

A fiber optics project down in Needham?

Sully. Of course. Of course.

-How are you? I'm sorry.

-No. Relax.

Happens to me ten times a day.

Who can keep track?

Yeah. We're just here

negotiating labor settlements.

Just killing time

while both sides cool down a little bit.

I know. I spoke to your partner.

He told me you might be here.

I got a wake-up call this morning.

Kind of a fire alarm.

Friends in Washington. Old friends.

Well, mutual friends.

They know I'm in the area

and they asked me to talk to you.

American University in Beirut.

I guess they had someone lined up

to give a lecture later this week,

and he canceled on them.

"Cross-Cultural Arbitration"

was the topic.

So, my friends, your credentials,

your being an alumni and all,

they were hoping you might fill in.

There's a check.

$6,500 and a first-class ticket.

I wouldn't go back to Beirut

if it was the last place on earth.

Flight leaves Logan at 8:45 tonight.

It sounds like you got about six hours

to find somebody else.

I was told that's not an option.

Look, I have no idea

what's happening here.

It'd be a hell of a lot easier

for both of us if I did.

But I was told to tell you that

time is extremely tight

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