Lord Of War Page #3

I supplied every army but the

Salvation Army.

I sold Israeli-made Uzis to Muslims.

I sold communist-made bullets

to fascists.

I hope you're not thinking of

selling these, Mr. Orlov.

Personal use.

Personal use.

There's a hundred thousand

bullets here.

I'm kind of trigger happy.

Trigger happy?

I even shipped cargo to Afghanistan

when they were still fighting my

fellow Soviets.

I never sold to Osama Bin Laden.

Not on any moral grounds.

Back then, he was always

bouncing checks.

By the mid-'80s...

my weapons were represented in eight...

...of the world's top ten war zones.

There's no problem leading a double life.

It's the triple and quadruple lives

that get you in the end.

Back then, I carried a... French,

British, Israeli,

and Ukrainian passport...

...and a student visa for the U.S.,

but... that's another story.

I also packed six different briefcases...

...depending on who I was that day

and the region of the world I was visiting.

North of Cartagena, Colombia - 1989

Without operations like mine,

would be impossible for certain

countries

to conduct a respectable war.

I was able to navigate around those

inconvenient little arms embargoes.

There are three basic types

of arms deal.

White, being legal.

Black, being illegal,

and my personal favorite color, gray.

Sometimes I made the deal

so convoluted...

it was hard for me to work out

if they were on the level.

To keep authorities in the dark

I often spoke in code.

Rocket launchers were "mothers."

The rockets, "children."

The AK-47 assault rifle was

the "Angel King."

It's Yuri... Yeah. Well, Raoul...

Raoul, the Angel King will arrive tomorrow.

Hallelujah to you, too.

The point is, if I've done my job right

an arms embargo should be

practically impossible to enforce.

What?

Okay, just slow the f*** down.

I can't understand you.

Wha-What do you mean, tipped off?

They know where we are?

Well, where are they?

Well, how long have I got?

Not long?

What does that mean? Sh*t!

Do we try to lose them?

On this?

Yuri, we have to get off this thing.

No. No one's going anywhere.

Slow, dead slow. Buy me time.

Yeah, it's Yuri.

Get that f***ing rag down!

I need another handle for this tub.

Something in our weight class.

You! Over the side.

We're changing the name. Now!

Yes, it's got to check out.

The way I look at it,

what's in a name?

Have you got a shorter name?

I'd often changed the registration

of a ship or a plane...

...but never on such short notice.

Damn! They're hauling.

What? Kono? How do you spell

that?

K-O-N-O, okay, well, that's good.

Kono, K-O-N-O.

What are we flying? Dutch? Got it.

Vit, get me a Dutch flag, will you?

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