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Ken, you got a hold on him.

Don't drop it down on him, okay?

I wish I already found my life, I used to do it, and

I didn't think the only thing I want is such a rush.

Did you get one?

Tend to you.

I can also bet more?

Sure, Mustafa, you can also bet more.

How about that ring?

Get the hell out of here!

I've told you, it's a family heirloom.

Get the hell out of here.

I'm raising 30.

And I'm raising you 50

Okay.

Twenty more.

Let's have a look.

I want to see your cards first.

Three kings.

This is good, yes?

It's a full house.

Yeah, it's good.

I win again?

Yes, you win again.

I like this game, Errol.

Thank you for teaching me.

Maybe you should give me lessons.

The prophet teaches us to abstain from alcohol.

Perhaps you will play better if you drink less.

And perhaps you'd play better if you'd talk less.

Deal.

Jack, look, the truck.

You wanna check it?

- Got it. - It's one of ours.

How you doing, guys?

Hey, we're glad we found you, man.

We have got a serious problem on our

hands, and I think you can help us solve it.

English, no.

- Not so good. - What? - Not here.

Not here.

- Oh, yeah, yeah. - Sorry.

Sorry.

Got a little rock music going there.

Hey, listen to me, man.

This old baby, she's running on fumes, OK?

We need to get a little petrol, a little gasoline, get back to base camp.

Otherwise, I'm going to have one pissed off boss.

Station closed.

You go now. No, no. Come here, give me a hand.

What do

they want?

Hmm? Five minutes, right? OK, five minutes.

That's it, pal.

No problem, a little gas.

We're out of here. All right, all right.

Can I have the donkey?

- It's OK. - OK? - It's OK.

It's OK. All right. My man, you're a very good human being.

Yeah. I am going to mention you at the front office, pal.

There's going to be a little something extra in your check next week.

Here's the diamond cowboys.

Let's go.

You're saving our ass, pal.

Good night now.

- Carry on. - You have five minutes, huh?

You owe me a lot more than that.

You can bet.

You can buy me lunch. Have you ever seen this one?

Like this, and then like this.

And now you can touch the blue, right?

Yep.

Do we have any problem?

No, no problem here.

But you've got one.

- Yo! - Get out of there!

What the hell was that?

Company's calling, and they don't look happy.

Let's move it underneath here.

Help me, underneath.

Okay, good.

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Hurry.

Okay, move, let's go, move it, let's go.

Come on, Harry!

Come on!

- Let's go! - Hey! - Come on!

- Get out! - Come on! - Hey!

- Come on! - Come on!

Oh

Okay, grab my hand, I'll pull you up.

No.

What do you mean, no?

I'm afraid your means of access is a bit obvious.

I must tidy up.

Tidy up?

Mustafa, these are Paris.

Neatness doesn't count with them.

Now, come on!

Mustafa, close the panel.

Get the driller!

I think the company's here.

You guys!

- Come on, get out! - Let go of me!

- Quick! - Hurry! - Take him over!

- Don't stop! - Don't stop!

Move! Move! Move!

Everybody, keep your mouths shut!

Keep your mouths shut!

Keep your mouths shut!

All right. All right, now listen up!

Looking for the Americans!

Get your bloody hands off me!

- Get away from me! - Hey, shut him up!

Please do not... Talk to the Americans.

I wouldn't get hurt.

All right, gentlemen!

I've got some good news...

That's my shot!

That's my shot!

Oh, I hated to do that.

Please, don't shoot!

Please, don't shoot!

A flower isn't good enough.

Does that guy look dead to you?

Huh?

Yeah.

Reload this.

All right, gentlemen, set the charges.

Let's go, let's go.

- Move, move. - Let's go.

OK, let's put one over here.

Come on, let's go. I go this way, yeah?

Under the truck, let's go. Anybody else want to take a little walk?

You guys will need a note from Mother if you do.

All right, guys, this won't take long.

You want to have a little chat?

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Fuck you!

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CQ, CQ, this is Western Oil Station Seven calling CQ for anybody, over.

Now, we're running short on time, so let's get down to business, huh?

Who the hell are you and what the hell's going on here?

Now you seem like a nice guy.

Get yourself all worked up.

You would be, uh,

Carter, no?

I'm not gonna tell you nothing.

Oh!

That you, Mr. Collier?

Huh?

Yes.

Yes!

That's good.

That's a good positive mental attitude.

I like that.

Get her the hell out of here.

All right, folks.

Will the following U.S.

personnel please kindly step forward?

When I call your name.

Archer!

Command!

Command!

Kaczynski!

Ross!

Ross!

Station's under terrorist attack.

This is Meryl Ross calling Meryl Ross.

Meryl Ross is gone!

He's gone.

Well, do tell, boy.

He got a telegram.

His father died.

Took a jeep, drove back to base camp.

Make a 447 flight out of here.

Poor guy.

Winston.

Go to hell.

No, no.

Watch your language.

Come join the fun, huh?

Take him back to his truck!

Let's go!

I'm following personnel.

Non-essential.

I'm following personnel.

I'm following personnel.

Let's go!

Fire!

Oh

All right, gentlemen

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Well, where's the Ross?

Please.

Please.

I'm Colonel Hakeem.

Head of the secret police, right?

I prefer chief of committee intelligence, but as you wish.

Now, I have a few questions for you, Mr. Ross.

Look.

In the last five hours, I told my story to a sergeant,

a lieutenant, two captains, and some guy who was your...

head janitor, for all I know.

I demand to make a phone call to the U.S.

Embassy, and I want it now.

Please relax, Mr. Ross.

Your embassy has already been informed of your

safety, as has the CEO of Western Oil, Mr. Benjamin Brewster.

Now, do you recognize this man?

Yeah, that's him.

His name is Rawlings.

And those he led, they were Comiri Liberation Initiative, right?

How should I know if they were the QLI?

You said some carried American weapons.

Are you sure?

I did two inches in the U.S.

Army. I'd say I know an M-16 when I seen one.

Ah, yes, Mr. Ross.

Your record is pretty impressive.

A green beret, special training for anti-terrorist

operations, military intelligence, honorable discharge as

a captain, and now working for Western Oil as a technical advisor.

You're well informed.

That is my profession.

I'm curious to know, Mr. Ross, why does a man

like you decide to devote his life to a job like this?

Isn't it rather tame?

Not that it's any of your business, colonel.

But I've been in the army since I was 18 years old.

I saw a lot of action and a lot of killing.

So maybe tame was just what I was looking for.

What a pity you did not succeed in finding it.

You're entitled to your own opinion.

I have arranged a room for you at the Hotel Paradise.

A driver will take you there.

Stay in your hotel room, Mr. Ross.

Now, why would I want to do that?

We have a reason to believe Mr. Rawlings is working for the CIA.

The CIA does not care for witnesses, at least not live ones.

I'll keep that in mind, Colonel.

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All right.

All right, all right.

Keep your pants on

Well, you keep yours on too, Mr. Ross.

Call me Maya.

May I come in?

Your company sent this over for you.

It was at the front desk.

You work for Ben Brewster?

I don't work for Western Oil, Mr. Ross.

I'm your Uncle Sam.

Why have you changed?

You'd better change too, Mr. Ross.

I wasn't expecting guests.

- Maya. - That's a nice name.

What's your last one?

People in my business don't give last names.

I'm a spook.

A what?

It's a trade term.

I'm with a company.

You know, Central Intelligence.

- Baloney. - No, really.

That's true.

What?

Do you want to see my secret decoder ring?

Look, if you're serious...

I'm dead serious, Mr. Ross.

Meryl.

- Look... - No, you look, Merrill.

You had a little chat with Colonel Hakeem this morning.

We'd like to know what came up in this conversation.

Among other things, Hakeem said the CIA wants me dead.

We just might.

If we believe this.

Nice likeness, but I'm afraid my airbag's a little rusty.

It quotes you saying that the QLI staged

the raid and that it was led by a CIA agent.

Oh, really?

I never said anything.

Maybe so, but the QLI won't buy it.

They're not going to like people thinking

they're playing footsies with infidel spies.

They employ the great Satan.

Footsie?

So, the question is, are you going to play ball?

You travel in style.

Well, isn't that the American way?

After you.

Thank you.

Mr. Ross.

Excuse me, but, uh, you seem to be

standing between where I am and where I want to go.

I think it would be better if you returned to your room.

I'm Stephanie Harris from the U.S.

State Department.

Now, Ambassador Mosby would like to see Mr. Ross right away.

I'm sure that Colonel Hakim would not like to

interfere with any official embassy business.

You will return to your room and take this girl with you.

Look, I can prove who I am.

I have a diplomatic passport here somewhere.

Come on!

Get in the car, Mr. Ross.

You are now a prisoner of the Khmeri Liberation Initiative.

Move it!

Come on, let's go!

What happened to the cutesy college girl manners?

The blood of my suffering Arab brothers and sisters washed them clean away.

Why did you lie about us?

I don't know what the hell you're talking about.

We know you said we took help from your CIA.

That is a lie.

And I don't give a rat's ass what you know.

But for the record, I never said anything about the QLI, the CIA or the KG&B.

You wanna shoot me, you go ahead and friggin' shoot me.

He's useless.

I say we kill him.

No.

We take him with us as planned.

Soon we will free your people.

You will be a witness, and you will tell the truth.

If you lie again, I personally rip your eyes off with

my bare hands, and you will watch me feed them to my dogs.

Now, what do you say to that, Mr. Smart-Ass American Pig?

Ditto.

I suppose you have a plan.

We kill the enemies of Qumir and free the Western scum they're holding.

And if you don't kill the enemies of Qumir

fast enough, won't they smoke the hostages, huh?

Probably we would.

Untie me.

I'm going with you.

You will wait in the truck.

I thought you wanted a witness.

What am I supposed to see from in there?

He's right.

I don't think we should risk...

Do you question my orders?

Yeah, do you question his orders?

Hmm.

If he shows the slightest sign of trash green, shoot him.

My pleasure.

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We have 30 minutes left.

We have 30 minutes left.

Let's continue.

Ahmash!

Yes, Salam.

32 minutes left.

- Easily! - Easily!

Ibram, throw a grenade!

We do not have another.

That's what I like, planning with friggin' foresight.

Do you think weapons grow on our olive trees, Ross?

We fight with what we have.

He's got a bullet in his butt!

Hollis! Hollis! He's got a bullet in his butt!

Eat shit!

Eat shit!

Damn.

Cover me.

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Yeah!

Look, right now, we all want the same thing and you can use another man.

So let's go.

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I don't. I should have thought of that.

There she goes.

I said no, damn it!

Yeah!

What are you doing?

Answer me!

- Come on! - We can't wait any longer!

No!

Time for a little barbeque.

Cover me

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Let's go!

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Let's go, let's go, my countrymen!

Oh, yeah, bitch, you bitch, I'm out of,

I'm out of, this is, I'm out of the stuff.

I

Ah!

Mimika

I'm not designed for war. Now, now, now, your craft.

What a mission.

What a mission.

Kill him. Kill him. Kill him.

Kill him.

Come here, you son of a bitch, what I see is love.

Bitch, what I see is love.

I'm here, what I see is love.

Die, American dog!

Clear!

Clear.

Damn it, Merrill.

I'm glad to see you.

I thought you bought it at the station.

How's such luck?

Looks like you had to pay me that 20 you owe me.

Hey, guys.

Who are your friends?

QLI.

You must be kidding.

Does it look like I'm kidding?

Who killed this man?

That'd be me.

Fool, I had question for him.

Felt good.

Okay.

You've been freed by the blood of the Kwamere Liberation Initiative.

The QLI had no hand in your capture and no help from the dogs of the CIA.

Do you understand this?

Right.

Good.

We go now.

You fought well, almost like an Arab.

I say it was just dumb luck.

Aren't you ever satisfied?

Let's go.

- Move it. - Come on.

Thanks, buddy.

- Thanks, man. - Thanks, Ross.

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Glad to see you could make it, Adkins.

Damn, it's hard to find good health these days.

This is the fort from which just a few hours ago

the hostages taken from a desert western oil

facility were rescued by an unidentified armed force.

The location of the four hostages, and according to some

reports, a fifth American, remains unknown at this time.

That would be Ross, Mr. Brewster.

Both the U.S.

State Department and the Khmeri government have promised

to issue a statement, but so far we have no more information.

Bury Tobias, the Republic of Khmer.

What's going on with our hostages?

I'm not sure, sir.

The Khmeri soldiers turned them over to the U.S.

Embassy.

That's all I've been able to find out.

Well, have you talked to the embassy yet?

They're stonewalling.

Wouldn't it be nice if there was just one idiot over at that

hot damn embassy that knew his ass from a hole in the ground?

Get Ambassador Mosby on the horn.

Well, sometime this hot damn week, Adkins.

Yes, sir.

Checkpoint six, all clear.

No problem, Mr. Brewster.

Your people are just about out of debriefing.

Of course we're not holding them incommunicado.

We just need to get our story straight first, that's all.

That's right.

Oh, no need to mention it, Ben, any time.

You have a nice day, too.

Bye.

So, Station Chief Linder, let me see if I understand your story.

First, the QLI captures five Americans, then massacres themselves,

fighting against themselves, trying to set these same Americans free, right?

Well, actually, we identified...

Except I'm leaving out the best part.

First, the QLI is helped by an American.

The Khmeri press says it's CIA.

And then later, by another American,

ex-special forces captain named Merrill Ross.

The hostages report that both their captors

and their rescuers identified themselves as QLI.

But we're still evaluating the possibility that both their...

Evaluate this, Linder.

Khmer is one of the few governments in this part of the

world that is even remotely friendly to the United States.

And you know about that announcement they're gonna make, don't you?

Yes, but we can't conduct an investigation...

Now!

What is this ridiculous story here is gonna do to our relations?

And more to the point, what the frig is going on here?

I don't know, sir.

Are you gonna do something about it or

just read about it in the Khmeri newspapers?

We'll fly the hostages out tomorrow.

They won't see or talk to anyone until then We'll take a

floor at the Hotel Paradise and we'll put airtight security on it.

What else?

This captain Ross I Wouldn't buy his story if mother

Teresa told it to me We'll get him back to CIA

Langley and we'll get your answer sir if we have to drag it out

What?

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Any traffic on your floor?

Negative.

What can we do about the air conditioning?

Request that transfer to Alaska.

Copy that.

Carter.

Carter, why aren't you dead?

Why ain't you in your own room asleep?

No, really.

Hostages are usually shot when there's a rescue

attempt, and they had plenty of time to do that.

Guys who don't let other guys sleep are usually shot, too.

You're not listening, Carter.

Thanks, Ross.

That's what I need, a nice 110-degree desert breeze.

Will you go to hell to your room, please?

I got you, hot shot.

Doesn't make any sense, any of it.

And why did winston kill that guy?

Maybe you noticed that the guy's a nutcase, okay?

Now, will you please go Betty-bye?

We've got a long trip home tomorrow, and I want to get my beauty to sleep.

Mm-mm.

No, I'm staying, beautiful.

Okay, stay, but not in my damn room.

You know, you're no fun anymore.

As of right now, our engagement is...

Fine by me, but I keep the ring.

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Like a teddy bear.

Hold it.

And step two, step is a tickly down there.

Right there.

Holy cow.

This is the wrong floor, sir.

Wait a minute, you guys, uh, uh, Secret Service or something, right?

Traffic on the floor negative.

- No threat. - Hey, what's going on?

It's, uh, Elvis here.

Oh.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

All right, look, it's cool.

Your secret's safe with me, all right?

I'll have your excuse.

Just return to your floor, and there'll be no trouble.

Trouble? What do you mean trouble? This is my floor.

Look, I just want to try to get a little rest, that's all.

I got a key.

Oh, it's right here, really.

Yeah, great.

I had a long night, boys.

Alright, cheers.

Beautiful.

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False alarm. Traffic all clear.

Copy that.

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Wake up, friend.

Wake up, friend.

Where's Ross?

You dirty sack!

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

Yes, you are one dumb bastard, you know that, friend?

Sleep tight.

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Run, little buddy. Run, little buddy.

Whoo!

Here I come.

Hey!

Oh, that's great!

No, no, no, no!

Don't shoot!

Now, don't shoot.

I'm on your side.

Oh, convenient.

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I said get out of my house!

Hey.

You look like you're in trouble, huh?

Get out of here!

- Move! - Go! - Okay, I go!

I go! Okay, I go!

oh

Ah, you lucky son of a witch.

You know, man, you look just like your picture.

Don't worry, everything is cool, bro.

Maybe you shouldn't stay in this hotel anymore.

Trust me, I'm your friend.

Airtight security.

My butt.

Sorry, sir.

Where's Merrill Ross?

We know he doesn't have any contacts in the city.

He's got nowhere to go.

We put surveillance on the airports, bus

stations, train stations, all western-style hotels.

He's bound to surface soon.

Linder.

Yes, sir.

I want to wait for him to surface.

I want you to find him!

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Clear, sir.

You have caused me a great deal of embarrassment.

Do you have any idea how awkward it was for

me to explain this to the military authorities?

Yeah, I guess things got a little messy.

You killed the wrong man.

You leave four CIA corpses.

The military is upset.

Ambassador Mosby is upset.

And Dr. Azeel is upset.

I have to meet him in two hours, and he'll want answers.

And all you can say, it got a little messy.

You fouled up.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Things got really messy.

Oh, by the way, Hakeem, do you have any

decent vodka you could put in this drink for me?

Hakeem.

No, sir.

No, it is not my fault.

Remember, Rawlings is your man, not mine.

No, there is no reason for panic, sir.

That will not be necessary.

We can proceed with your plan as scheduled.

Yes.

He wants to talk to you.

Sure.

Ambassador Mosby, I believe I asked you to bring a

representative of your Central Intelligence Agency to this meeting.

As you know, Mr. President, there are no CIA personnel on my staff.

Your CIA chief of station for Kumiri is Eric Linder.

Mr. Linder is our passport officer, as you're well aware, Colonel.

Four of the dead men at the hotel were CIA agents.

Those men were embassy security.

Liar! I can give you the names of each one of yours.

Please, this is not the time or the place!

Gentlemen!

Mr. Mosby, my country wishes to remain friendly

to yours, but we will not tolerate any

interference in our internal affairs by your embassy security.

Do I make myself clear?

Perfectly, sir.

And I am authorized to tell you that my government had

absolutely nothing to do with these unfortunate incidents.

I would like to believe you.

In any case, these occurrences have caused a great deal of unrest in Qomir.

It might be better if I postpone the announcement of Resolution 57.

I assure you, my government does not want any delays.

I agree.

Then we must proceed.

Then we all agree.

But first, we need to find who is behind this unrest.

Khomeini Intelligence will disclose all information it has

obtained on the Western oil incidents to Mr. Mosby's staff.

You, Ambassador, will provide what information you possess to Colonel Hakim.

You will cooperate, and you will seek the truth together.

I cannot announce Resolution 57 until this situation is stable.

Dr. Azeel, you cannot expect me to

release classified information to these men.

Is your government friendly to us or not?

Of course it's friendly.

Good.

I now present you with an excellent opportunity to prove it.

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I don't know what to do!

Good afternoon.

Hi.

Nice music.

Thank you. I like American jazz, you know?

If I have time, I play American jazz.

But now, I would like faking it.

I must do some serious practicing.

Look, uh, thanks for letting me grab some sleep, but I got to get going.

Chill, bro. You owe me like $7 .50 American for the fare.

Remember?

And the cab?

I owe you a lot more than that, Ackman.

Forget it.

You got a place to crash?

Not really.

I have idea.

You look like crap, and you smell like crap, and you look tired.

You go get the shower, and after that, I

make you good food, I give you good music, OK?

Trust me.

It's a very safe place.

I tell you, it's a very safe place.

OK?

- OK. - OK.

Sir, it is absolutely impossible for me to

release agency files to the Khmeri intelligence.

Now then, Station Chief Linder, do you not see this phone?

Well, not more than five minutes ago, I was on this phone.

And on another phone, a couple of thousand

miles away, was the President of the United States.

And he said, Dwayne, did you know he calls me Dwayne?

He said, Dwayne, I want Dr. Azeal to be happy.

And I want you to make Dr. Azeal happy.

Now, what do you think will make Dr. Azeal happy?

A cupcake?

A Twinkie?

A Big Wheel?

No!

It's that you'll cooperate with his friggin' secret police.

Do you get it, Linder?

I got it, sir.

Good.

Shh.

Ah, shit, shit, shit.

Hey, don't you ever wear any clothes?

Maya,

or, uh, what are you calling yourself today?

I don't know.

I'm kind of torn between Alicia,

Felicia,

surprised to see me.

Not really.

I should have known you were playing me like a fluke.

Don't be so rough on yourself.

Speaking of rough, uh, how's your-to-hand combat, Maya?

Gee, not too shabby.

Not too shabby at all, Meryl.

But you outweigh me.

Unfair advantage, you see.

So...

What's up for tonight?

Blowing up the U.S.

Embassy?

Not really.

I came to talk.

I suppose Achmed's part of your, uh, Sunshine Brigade.

Achmed's not with the QLI.

And neither am I.

Still a CIA spook?

I'm with Mossad, Israeli Foreign Intelligence.

You're good.

Real good, I'll give you that.

Don't believe me?

Here.

I've seen this trick before.

No tricks.

Achmed's waiting in the other room.

If you don't believe our story, shoot us.

You're a first-class chump if you think I won't.

Well,

what's life without taking a few chances?

Ladies and gentlemen, please.

Soon I will allow you to question these unfortunate victims of this aggression.

We have been cooperating with the American government in our

investigation, but I am afraid we have come to a most unpleasant conclusion.

This attack and the fraudulent stage rescue that

followed it was perpetrated by the Comiri Liberation Initiative.

For reasons we do not yet understand, the Q&I

was assisted in terms of funds, weaponry, and

personnel by the American Central Intelligence Agency.

I'm gonna kill this son of a bomb.

This man, Merrill Ross, an American who escaped this attack

and who we believe was assassinated by

the CIA, and all of

the hostages have identified this man as the leader of the attack.

His name is Lenford P.

Rawlings, an agent of the CIA who has served

in Nicaragua, Laos, Cambodia, and El Salvador.

- Rawlings went when? - He gave an 88.

How did Hakim get that stuff?

Because Rawlings must have told him, you simpleton.

Press kits with photos and documentation

will be available after this conference.

Questions, please.

Colonel, can you substantiate the charges

of collusion between the CIA and the Q&I?

Give me Washington.

Priority one.

And scramble.

So the bottom line is, Maya, you can't prove squat.

Meryl, in the next few days, Muhammad Azeel will announce

Resolution 57, that Khmer recognizes the existence of the

state of Israel, and all diplomatic relations will be opened.

And when he does, man, this whole country is going to go ballistic.

I mean, the CIA-QLI plot has been totally manufactured.

Why?

Because somebody wants to march in and take over

the country for themselves without having a civil war.

What's this got to do with me?

We don't know.

I mean, you probably just got in the way.

But somebody is afraid of you and wants you dead.

We want to get you to Tel Aviv.

Not till I finish some business with my friend Rawlings.

I was afraid you were going to say that.

What's this?

I'm sorry, bro.

Put it down, Ahmed.

Put it down.

I'm very sorry.

Put it down.

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Put it down, Achmed.

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I decided you really didn't need a firing pin, darling.

Now we go for a nice little car ride, and then a nice little plane ride.

Evening, folks.

This boy kind of grows on you after a while, doesn't he?

Well, I hate to be the one to tell you

this, but, uh, this party's coming to an end.

Come on, man.

Let's see how tough you are.

You gotta be friggin' kidding me.

No.

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Hello, Meryl.

Come on in.

Have a chair.

Ah, smoke cigars.

Suit yourself.

I'm Ben Brewster, CEO of Western Oil.

We met when you came in country.

Remember?

Boost.

Ben, son.

Just call me Ben.

I've had my eye on you for quite some time now.

Look, uh, how the hell did I, uh, get here?

Ah, you're all right now.

You're just fine.

You're in the computer complex of our corporate headquarters here.

What about Maya?

Well, son, she's being looked after.

You just have to trust me on that one.

Trust.

Now, if you'd just hold your questions for a

little while, I've got something I want you to see.

This man, Meryl Ross, an American who escaped this

attack and who we believe was assassinated by the CIA.

Hockey.

And all of the hostages have identified this man as the leader of the attack.

He is Lanford P.

Rawlings.

Yeah, I got a buddy who's got a hat just like it.

Is it beaver?

Damn right it's a beaver.

Watch your head there, son.

I don't buy cheap hats.

Try it on.

Hell, if it fits, take it on home with you tonight.

Don't fit.

Wouldn't you know it.

Well, this is the wine cellar.

This is where I come when I need to relax.

They tell me it's an old Roman cistern of some sort.

Wow.

- Come on in. - Watch your step there.

You are one cowpoke.

- You bet. - I'm from Texas, son.

I love to collect things.

I don't know what it is, but I just love it.

Yeah, I can see that.

Nice table.

Oh, yeah.

I took a half million dollars away from the

Shaw right here on this table one night, son.

No kidding.

Yes, sir. They called it the mother of all pool games.

What's with the pink ball?

Hell, I haven't the slightest idea.

I know it's one thing, though I know it's time for my drink here, buddy.

Nice bar.

Yeah.

I normally have a shot of warm Bombay rum with

a human pubic hair in it, but out of pubic hairs.

How about yourself?

No, thanks.

I'll stick with my smokes.

If I can find my liner.

Ugh.

Tell me something, Ben.

Is Rollins working for Hakeem or what?

Not necessarily.

Here's the deal.

Hostages won't be able to say a thing that'll contradict Hakeem.

Hell, if they do, Winston will tell them the story the way we want.

That's why we planted him, just in case.

Ah.

So Winston killed that guard so he wouldn't tell a different story, huh?

Slick.

So you work for Hakeem, right?

Wrong.

Hakeem works for us, along with Rollins and his

highly-trained, highly-paid group of Eric mercenaries.

Us?

Western Oil Corporation, son.

That's been our operation all along.

You're not going to try anything heroic here, are you?

Well, hell no, Ben.

Keep talking.

Hell, I won't even need this then, will I?

No siree.

Here's the deal.

I am evolving the idea of a corporate takeover one step further.

Simple as that. Now, Hakeem is nothing more than a figurehead.

He'll keep the natives happy, and I will have

collected my own private little Arab country.

The Western will control the prices of oil at

the wellheads, as well as the pumps in the states.

It's worth billions, and in the long run, maybe trillions.

You killed our own people, Ben.

Well, it was necessary.

Nothing personal.

Just business.

And what do you want from me?

Well, a lot.

Later on, after we take over.

But for now, a nice little videotape in which you say the CIA has been

trying to kill you because you know of their connections with the QLI.

And what do I get out of it?

What do you want, son?

A merit badge?

Money, son!

You get money.

Great, green, sweet stacks of money.

Money.

Okay, now, let me get this straight.

If I say no, you have me killed, right?

Well...

Unfortunately, yes.

But if I say yes, I get a yacht, a

Ferrari, date Michelle Pfeiffer, whatever, right?

Yes to that, too.

I'm no chump.

I'm with you, Ben.

Good, good.

Now, there's just one small problem.

What's that, Ben?

Well,

I need to confirm the sincerity of your greed.

Okay.

Okay, bring her on in, boys.

You better be playing this straight with me, compadre.

Come on in, honey.

Join the party.

Who is this lovely little flower of the east, anyway?

Well...

Meryl, don't say anything.

I don't know, Ben.

She calls herself Maya, and she tells a lot of funny stories.

You know, QLI, CIA, Mossad spy.

You take your pick.

Well, that's...

that's real interesting, isn't it?

Yeah.

Why don't you just...

Why don't you just kill her?

- Killer. - Yeah.

Sorry, Maya.

Nothing personal, right, Ben?

Ha-ha.

Just business.

There are no words for what I feel for you.

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All right.

Well done.

Outstanding.

Now, we're gonna keep Mia around for a little while longer...

because we want to find out a little bit more about her.

And we will when Rollins gets back.

Oh, he can be very persuasive.

Meanwhile, you and me need to get a little shut-eye.

We got a real busy schedule tomorrow.

Ah!

Watch your step, Ben.

Who's that?

You know, I knew from the very start that you was interested in this room.

Watch your head.

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Good.

I got some good news.

Aah!

I got some bad news.

Which would you like to hear first?

What's the matter, honey? Cat got your tongue?

All right, the bad news is you are going to die

but it's not gonna be with a bullet to the head.

Nothing that simple.

But the good news...

Oh, the good news...

is this.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

This could go on for days.

I just hope you enjoy it as much as I do, is all.

Thank you.

What do you want?

Whoa, Booster thinks I need a babysitter?

I said, what do you want?

A match.

Light, fire, zippo...

Ah, zippo, yeah.

Zippo.

Zippo, yeah.

Shit

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Yeah.

Oh

Okay, highest priority files.

Right.

Cremere Incorporated.

Western Corporation.

Proposed takeover of Republic of Cremere.

See you at the extended file, son.

Timetables, profit projection.

Government officials, that's personnel.

Floppy disk, floppy disk.

I'm gonna put it here.

- Copy. - Come on, copy.

This should make interesting reading.

The human body is a very interesting thing.

Hmm

Oh

Yeah.

There's lots of sensitive areas.

Or you wouldn't even figure.

My gray hair for instance.

Bellybutton.

I'll kill you!

Oh.

We'll look up to the good places, real slowly, okay?

Get away!

No.

No!

Ace, just in the nick of time, come, come join the party.

We just have a little fun here.

Yeah, that's right, shoot me.

And about 30 armed guards will be down here

in nothing flat, and you'll never see them off.

Kill them!

Take your best shot.

You know, we can have a little more fun with your girlfriend if you'd like.

I mean, that's a good move.

What is that, uh, Green Beret?

You know what I hate about this the most, pretty boy?

I gotta waste a good cigar.

Whoo!

Shit!

What?

Here!

Here!

That's all you got?

Didn't they teach you anything at Fort Benning, boy?

Come on.

Come on, Ross. That's it.

Oh, yeah.

- Come on. - Oh!

Motherfucker.

Oh, shit.

Ah!

Come on, that's it.

Come on, come on.

Come here, buddy.

I'm not done with you yet, baby.

Say goodnight, pretty boy.

No!

Yeah

Son of a witch!

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I hate you, I'm gonna kill you!

How's your boyfriend look now, honey?

How's your boyfriend look now?

Get out of here!

No!

No!

Yes!

My mama told me there'd be days like this.

Yeah? She didn't tell you about this one?

Hey, remember me?

Time me already!

Nag, nag, nag.

Ow!

You fought well.

Almost like an Israeli.

What's this for?

It's for last night.

You could have shot me.

I didn't think Brewster would give me a

loaded piece if he wasn't sure of me, okay?

Yeah, right.

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Come on, we need to get some information this what you're looking for

Brewster's whole deal right here

No!

Anything moves, kill it.

No problem.

Hey, Ross.

You're good.

Real good.

Ditto.

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Kill him!

I'm very disappointed in you, Hoss.

We got the files, Ben.

It's over.

Ain't nothing over, buddy boy.

You'll never get out of here.

Oh, yes, we will, Ben.

Because you're gonna take us there.

Don't shoot him!

Blow his head off!

I said nobody!

Move it!

Move it!

Out of my way!

- Truck! - Truck!

No, helicopter!

Move, hot!

I said move it!

Don't let them get away!

Keep them on your right!

No one fires until I give the command!

No friggin' tricks, maggot brain.

Sit on your hands!

Sit on your hands!

Sit on them!

Look, we can still make a deal here.

You move, and I'll blow your friggin' head off.

You understand?

You sure you can fly this thing, Maya?

Of course. Every agent at my level went to flight school.

We can still cut a deal.

I can call these men off.

Millions of dollars.

- Think about it. - Shut up!

One move, and I'll blow his head off!

OK, now, this is the collective.

This is the cyclic.

Or is it the other way around?

Maya, I don't like what I'm hearing over here.

The collective, the cyclic, the...

Come on!

Will you just relax, OK?

I'm just a little rusty.

A little?

Yes, a little. No big deal here.

Do you need a manual?

All right already!

The starter's right there!

Just push the button!

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Boys!

Never mind me, kill him!

Opposition's open fire!

Meryl, other side!

Other side!

Get the matter on the double!

Come on, hurry!

Okay, let's go!

Come on! Hit it!

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Tell me, what exactly are you?

C.I.A.?

Military intelligence?

You're getting warm.

Tell me something, is Maya your real name?

Of course.

Of course.

And what's your last one?

Well, that's kind of complicated.

So let's just stick to Maya.

I heard it was, uh...

Robinowitz.

They're getting warm.

Listen, Merrill, after you turn Brewster

and the floppy disk over to Ambassador Musby...

What do you say to a little R&R with me?

Rest and recreation?

Maybe not that much rest.

Ross and Robinowitz, that's all right, huh, Maya?

Uh-uh.

Robinowitz and Ross.

What's life without taking a few chances?

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