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countries that will protect him.

We can't even

get an extradition.

There are other ways.

Let it go, Commander.

You're going to do nothing?

You're just going to

forget all about it?

No, I'm not gonna

forget about it!

Looks like Sanchez's law operates

north of the border, too.

Let's go shark hunting.

This is the last

place in the Keys.

We'll have to try Miami next.

Stay here.

You stay out of sight.

I'll handle this.

We're closed.

Ain't nobody here.

Look, I've come all the way

from London to see you.

Universal Exports.

We've been retained

by the Regent's Park Zoo

to arrange shipment of

a Carcharodon carcharias.

A what?

Great white shark.

It's all right, Bill.

Let him in.

Unfortunately, we sold all

our sharks years ago.

As you can see,

we do purely research now.

It's a project to

feed the third world.

We feed maggots

to our special breed

of genetically engineered fish,

use hormones to make them all

male, gain weight faster.

From your shark-hunting days?

Yeah. Actually, it's for sale.

Look, I'm kind of busy.

Maybe some other time.

Thank you. I look forward

to seeing you again.

Goodbye, Mr...

Goodbye.

Mr. Krest said to be ready.

He'll send the sub back in

three hours to pick you up.

Can't wait.

This dump gives me the creeps.

James.

Hold it, right there.

Do you mind if I get

my hands out of here?

Yeah. Do it slowly.

Freeze!

Over by the trapdoor,

old buddy.

Is this where you put

your old buddy Felix?

Not me.

Chalk that one up

to Sanchez and Krest.

Whoa!

There's $2 million

in that suitcase.

I'll split it with you.

You earned it.

You keep it, old buddy.

God, what a terrible waste.

Of money.

Hey, Sharkey!

Any news on the Wavekrest?

Yeah. She's a big marine research

vessel owned by a Milton Krest.

They're collecting specimens

off the Cay Sal Bank.

How long will it

take us to get there?

Maybe about six hours.

I have a few things to pick up.

Be ready in an hour.

Yeah, okay.

Hey, Commander,

you got a minute?

Local cops got a tip about

a warehouse last night.

Turned up 500 keys of Colombian

pure, a couple of stiffs,

and a little bitty piece

of what used to be Killifer.

Good. At least

someone's on the case.

You may be a pal of Letter's, but

I can only cover up so much.

The D.A. Is screaming

to know what happened.

You know, we got laws

in this country, too.

Do you have a law against

what they did to Letter?

Look, you're in over your head.

This is where it ends,

Commander.

You were supposed to

be in Istanbul last night.

I'm afraid this

unfortunate Letter business

has clouded your judgment.

You have a job to do.

I expect you on

a plane this afternoon.

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