Double Team Page #4

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You get three CIA account numbers.

I get the stuff, you get the codes.

When I look at you,

I see nothing but trouble...

What the hell...

I like trouble.

- A parachute?

- This is better than a parachute.

- Are you sure this works?

- Of course.

I'm positive it works.

If you die, you get a full refund.

- Good luck.

- Thanks.

What are you doing?

- Give me a hand.

- How about a foot?

- Let's try something else.

- That's love, baby.

Watch your hands.

That's what I call hang time.

What's wrong with you?

You're crazier than my hairstylist!

- Did you test it?

- I didn't need to, I built it!

- Maybe I'll give you the codes.

- What do you mean "maybe"?

- Trust me.

- Bite me!

Yes, Kathryn. I'm coming.

Your baby's due tomorrow.

That's his heartbeat. Don't be late.

I wouldn't take this car.

I'm glad to see you can still play.

Check in to Hotel Navona in Rome.

Your baby's due tomorrow.

That's his heartbeat. Don't be late.

I wouldn't take this car.

I'm glad to see you can still play.

Check in to Hotel Navona in Rome.

Your baby's due tomorrow.

That's his heartbeat...

Don't spoil the paint job.

Thanks.

I'm protecting my investment. But

this is too much. I want the codes.

- I need transportation to Rome.

- Transportation, you say?

I have some connections around here.

If they can make it, I can steal it.

We'll blend in, in this.

So that's why you're dressed

like a carrot with earrings.

Damn bicycles.

Get out of the way!

I have them. They're on

the autostrada to Rome.

That checks with our information.

Quin's wife is at the Regina.

Splendid!

We've got a game going.

- Anything for Jack Quinn?

- Si, signore. Right here.

This was waiting for you, Quinn.

It's not a bomb.

Maybe it's the access codes.

- I'd love to get paid.

- Those accounts are fronts. Empty.

That figures. Why are you lying?

I bet the Colony doesn't even exist!

- It's not about the Colony.

- What the hell is this?

A sonogram of my son.

Stavros has my boy.

You go back to Antwerp.

I'll get your money. I pay my debts.

Quinn. Keep your money.

- Why didn't you tell me before?

- What for? You always play defence.

It's time to get off the bench.

The best defence is offence, right?

Right.

If we play by Stavros' rules,

my wife and son are dead.

If you send that e-mail, it'll be

intercepted by all the agencies.

- What's the plan?

- None. But Stavros doesn't know.

So he'll do what he thinks I would

do, and lead us right to Kathryn.

Quinn's clever.

A very sensitive man.

Another time, another place...

It's just too late.

You're going to hospital.

You'll be safer there.

Here, sir. Look.

It's a circus.

Everybody's here.

There's the Mossad.

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