Original subtitles

(haunting music)

(heavy breathing)

(shutter clicking)

- [Price] Those things will kill you.

- Many things will.

Americans, for example.

- Not this one.

- Well I'm glad to hear that.

I think I found the place where your photos have been taken.

It's on the border, near (speaking foreign language).

- [Price] I can pay more.

- I can't do this anymore.

Who are you anyway?

- Take the money.

I told you the truth.

Now give me some names to go with

(speaking foreign language).

- Not even out loud.

- My mother is a senator.

I can get you a visa, a green card.

- You can get me out of this hell?

- Yes.

- Alright, I'll see what I can do.

- It's not really known when these ruins were built.

But the city itself, it thrived towards

the end of the 1st century and became the capital

of the empire by then.

And it became rich through trading and spices.

Are you not listening to me?

- Yeah.

- Well, you kinda look bored.

- Maybe I am.

- Yeah, I hear you.

I know I'm a guide, but I hate those fucking ruins.

You know what I like though?

Martinis.

You like martinis?

- I like martinis.

- Yeah, now that's the kind of tour I'd like to give.

- [Price] I could use a martini.

- Where we discover the hidden parts of the country.

The archeology of martinis.

- I don't think the Romans had martinis.

- We must seek them in their natural habitat.

The modern city.

In a bar, terrace, some cool glasses.

(light music)

See over there, that country?

It's your war.

The border's only 10 kilometers away from here.

Now this is a special local martini.

Secret ingredient.

- Secret?

- Or mysterious, maybe.

- Not unlike you, Marwan.

- No, not unlike you, Price.

You're quite mysterious.

- I'm transparent.

Can see right through me.

- Yeah, I can see right through you.

Just not what you don't want me to see.

- Is that so?

- You're very handsome.

Is this your brother?

You guys look alike.

- My best friend.

- That's nice.

So what about tomorrow?

What would you like to see?

- More ruins.

- Of course.

More ruins.

Price?

How's the martini?

- I love the local flavor.

I have something to tell you.

- [Marwan] I think I already know.

- You do?

- It's a feeling I have.

- You can tell?

- You're not obvious, no, but I know.

I know.

That you will want to see more ruins.

Tomorrow, the day after, and the day after that.

And I'll just bring a Thermos full of martinis

to all these damn ruins.

- Okay.

Okay then.

Martinis and ruins.

- [Marwan] That's what you wanted to tell me, right?

- Sure.

(suspenseful music)

- Would you like a coffee?

I am having one, please join me.

This was once my family's home.

Too many wars. Mr. St. John.

- I don't believe we've met.

- This war was before you were born.

The family who lived here now live in your country.

- Call me Price.

- In some ways I feel like I already know you, Price.

- I'm just a tourist.

A sightseer.

- Sightseeing?

Well how do you like the sights of my country?

- Very photogenic.

- I know who you are, I know what you are.

In the Gulf states people like you are hung, beheaded.

- Well I'm not leaving until I find what I'm looking for.

- You can do what you like.

As you said, you are a traveler, sightseer.

- If you know something, why don't you just fucking tell me?

- I have been told by your military

there's nothing here for you to find.

They seem certain.

I would be careful, Mr. St. John.

Life here can be very harsh

and I hope you don't find out first-hand.

- Asshole, fucking asshole!

(knocking)

- Excuse me sir, excuse me.

Is everything fine?

- Yes, everything's fine.

I'm fine.

Just need to go to bed early tonight.

- You need anything?

- No, thanks.

- I'll be on duty all night.

You can give me a call if you need anything, sir.

Have a good evening.

- Thanks.

- But he's not a tourist.

(speaking foreign language)

But he's so attractive.

Young, beautiful, slender.

(laughing)

And yet he's really good-looking.

I looked in his eyes, though.

He's so young.

(laughing)

- Well, this is a fine state of things.

I thought you had a boyfriend.

Shame on you.

Drinking and carrying on behind his back.

With a local at that.

Coffee, kid?

- I just hired him.

Didn't take very long.

- Well nothing personal.

I like a nice handsome boy myself on occasion.

Like you, for example.

- Not in the mood.

- [Combs] Rough couple of days, huh?

- Yeah.

- You gotta be careful climbing around

on those ruins.

There's a war going on next door.

You got those plane tickets yet?

Your visa's only good to the end of the month.

- I just hired a new guide.

Got to last what, three, four?

- No, what you got is a lush this time.

- You're gonna get to him too, huh?

- [Combs] Oh this one's easy.

You see every now and then the police make a clean-up.

Take some degenerates to jail.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, now and then.

Like when I ask 'em to.

You look right cute all mussed up there on the pillow.

- Is this a come-on?

- [Combs] You tell me.

- I'm in love with somebody else.

- What do you know?

Does Talbott love you?

Oops.

Well I guess I do know something.

- Fuck you.

- Got any condoms?

- His name is Bo.

- Now there's something not in the file!

His boyfriend calls him Bo.

- Where's your boyfriend?

- I'm military.

Hey wait.

Bo's military too.

- Tried to talk him out of it.

- Not very patriotic.

- Don't ask, don't tell.

Right Combs?

- Too bad.

If you told me you were here to fuck some local boys

from the beginning, we could have been friends.

- [Price] Fuck buddies, right?

(chuckles)

- I wonder if he's found a nice local boy like you.

You four could have a nice party.

- Will you just call me into your office next time?

I don't like finding you in my bed.

- No?

- It gives me ideas.

- Y'all speak English?

- I do if you can pay.

- Oh I can pay.

What if I need me a tour guide?

- I'm booked.

- What if you get offered more?

- Not everyone here is for sale, Combs.

- That my friend is because everybody here,

they're already bought.

- You disgust me.

- I guess that's just too bad.

My dad didn't raise me to care too much

about other people's opinions.

- Your daddy must have been a bully.

- My best friend.

- You haven't told your best friend?

- About you and I, no.

She knows who you are, what you do.

She's a journalist.

- You're good at keeping secrets.

- I have to be, otherwise I'd be dead.

It's impossible to be who I am here.

- She wouldn't approve.

- She doesn't approve of you or the ministry

of covering up war crimes.

She even had me wonder if I do.

- You, Marwan, have a dream,

and I have the ticket.

Close your eyes Marwan, and imagine the land of martinis.

An airplane, first class.

Have you ever flown first class?

Beautiful ocean, the sun, the sand.

Green, so much green you can't imagine.

The best part, no war.

Plenty of money.

I see a vivid image of you in this place,

surrounded by beautiful young men.

It's even better than you imagine.

- Nothing is better than what I imagine.

You have no idea how good my imagination is, Combs.

- Hey Price.

I miss you, buddy.

Fucking hot out here.

Wish I could have a beer.

We'll grab one as soon as I'm back, alright?

Miss you.

- I miss you.

- Well, more ruins.

- I am a tourist.

- Yeah, I see.

I had a visitor this morning.

- An old friend?

- No, not really.

His name Combs.

- So you're gonna quit now, right?

- A scorpion.

Those things are pretty dangerous.

So these ruins.

You really find them fascinating?

- You're the archaeologist.

- And this Combs guy, what's his deal?

- He's trying to make me go back to California.

- You don't want to go back?

- I'm not going back until I find what I'm looking for.

- No ruins in California?

- No.

- You know Price.

I find you very attractive.

You know I could get beheaded for this.

It'd be worth it though.

If only you'd tell me what you really are looking for

I might be able to help.

- I'm looking for the man you saw in the picture,

the one in my wallet.

He was supposed to meet me here, that's why I came,

but he never showed up.

He's not with his unit.

Command says they have no record of him.

They say they never gave him leave.

They say he's absent without leave.

AWOL.

- [Marwan] He's not dead?

- I would know.

I like to think I would know.

- [Marwan] But you don't.

- No.

You know something though, the place in the pictures.

- You're talking about Bo, makes you pretty sad.

Talk with you makes me feel good.

And the photo?

- At the hotel.

- You show it to me.

(clapping)

- Well well, this is a nice picture.

You mind if I join in?

Or is three a crowd?

What about four?

Somebody left you a present.

Was here when I came in.

Friend of yours?

Somebody did him in.

Or do you think maybe it was natural causes?

Depends on how you look at it, I guess,

natural or unnatural.

I heard at the embassy that he was snooping for some names

about a very sensitive topic

for a very sensitive young boy.

Guess somebody noticed.

Somebody not so sensitive.

- Price?

That place in Bo's photograph,

what was the name again?

- (speaking foreign language)

- Bo a Marine?

- Go ahead, Price, tell him, tell him.

- Yeah, Bo's a Marine.

- That's not good.

- Look, I don't know what this is about

but I'm gonna find Bo.

- Not in prison, where I'm gonna have to take you.

Hey buddy, you got a car, right?

Would you mind driving us back to headquarters?

Seems my old driver here took sick.

- Sure.

- Now boy, this is not a good thing.

- Give me a pillow.

Might deflect my aim, might not.

But the shot will be quiet.

- Well he is a nice looking boy.

(music on radio)

I hope you still got some martinis left in that Thermos.

So where the hell are we going anyway?

- [Price] Think about it, asshole.

- [Combs] No fucking way.

- That's right,

(speaking foreign language).

The scene of the crime.

- At least take the damn cuffs off me.

They hurt.

- I don't think so.

- This fucking dustbowl desert.

You know I gotta hand it to you, kid.

You sure mean what you said.

You say he's your best friend and here you are.

You're halfway around the world, you're lost

in a war zone, and you're out looking for the guy

you fucked.

It is life or death with you.

Very impressive.

Soulful.

These are kid stuff.

(gun fires)

Where do you think I'm going?

Where am I going?

- I have to know.

I have to know about Bo.

- He needs to know the facts about his boyfriend.

Tell him.

- Alright.

You asked for it.

Six months ago in (speaking foreign language)

a US Marine unit killed an entire family.

Raped and murdered their 15 year old daughter.

- Bo's unit.

Your boyfriend.

- And your government, of course,

denies there was even a crime.

- [Combs] American troops

don't do those kind of things, right?

- And one US airstrike destroyed their entire village.

- Handy, huh?

Wiping out all the evidence.

- Bo couldn't have done that, he just couldn't have.

Not Bo.

- Your lover's a rapist and a killer

and that's why you can't find him.

I tried to get you to leave but you wouldn't listen.

You kept bribing government employees to try to find

your fuck buddy who, oh by the way, happens to be

a murderer.

- Bo wrote that he was desperate to see me,

to get away from this place.

- Yeah, so am I.

Can we get going, please?

Go on, tell him the rest, tell him the rest.

- There can't be any more.

- The guilty soldiers were tried

and found innocent by a professional government.

Members of the unit then started disappearing.

- [Combs] Kidnapped by local militia.

Tell him.

Tell him what happened to Bo.

- [Marwan] They have been kidnapped, one by one.

They were found mutilated in the desert.

Parts of them were found, anyway.

- I sure wouldn't like to write that telegram

back home to California.

Found your rapist murderer son's arms and legs,

head and genitals missing, will be shipping UPS.

Ha!

Maybe that's why you haven't heard anything.

Maybe they're doing you a favor, kid.

I worry about him.

You gonna look after him, right?

- Yeah, yeah I am.

- I read an interesting article in the New York

newspaper this morning.

Your friend writes for the paper, right?

- Sanaa, yeah.

She's a stringer for the newspaper.

- Well I don't know what she has cooking

but I would be very careful if I were you.

Don't ever forget the teen detective here,

he's a member of a very powerful family,

even if he thinks they've thrown him out.

This article was hinting a little too strongly

about he and Bo.

Let's not get the Taliban interested quite yet.

(car starting)

- I'm going to get something to drink, do you want anything?

- [Marwan] Sure, why not?

- I'm gonna get an ice cream, you want one kid?

Marwan?

- [Marwan] Nah, I'm on a diet.

- I don't think I'm gonna make it.

I can't fucking stand to be with him

for more than a few minutes.

I hate his fucking guts, Marwan!

I'm going to get something to drink.

- Got some martini.

- I was thinking water.

(speaking foreign language)

- Keep following the plan.

(car starting)

(speaking foreign language)

- You didn't get anything?

- I wasn't thirsty.

Where the hell is Combs?

Let's get out of here.

- He's not back yet.

- He sure pisses a lot.

Where the fuck is Combs?

I really wanna get out of here.

Combs!

(dramatic music)

He's just fucking gone.

- Well the man can take care of himself.

We gotta get going.

- Might as well say something.

I know you're there.

- Nice place.

- Fan fucking tastic.

Wish I was anywhere else.

Philadelphia, Newark, Detroit, Kabul.

Want a beer?

- No thank you.

I have a task that I find distasteful.

I have been asked to speak with you regarding (mumbles)

Marine.

- Just waiting for a big briefcase bulging with cash.

- [Aziz] The minister feels

his offer is adequate.

- Oh, he's dead wrong.

- I agree with you.

I do not approve of covering up war crimes.

I believe in my country.

(clapping)

- You tell the minister I think my property's value

is gonna rise rather dramatically.

It's gonna be one very valuable Marine.

- You're not open to negotiations.

- Nope.

Price may even go up.

You sure you don't want a beer?

- No.

But thank you for the offer.

- Anytime.

- And the other young man?

- He's not for sale yet but he's mine.

And just for the record, I'm thinking of selling 'em both

as a pair.

- Quite a salesman.

(chuckles)

- Now that was irony!

You know in another world, you and me would be friends.

- There is no other world.

- Yeah, that's the problem, isn't it?

- It just stopped?

- Well I am no mechanic.

We probably have to wait 'til morning.

- Where are we?

- Middle of nowhere, really.

Here.

Oh, there you go.

Better.

- Thanks, Marwan.

- Yeah.

You thought you'd be doing this with Bo, huh?

- Well, not this exactly, but yeah, kind of.

- He sounds like a great guy, Bo.

- Well, he really is.

- You know Price, I wanted to protect you

about this whole (speaking foreign language) thing.

That's why I didn't tell you.

- At least Combs is gone.

- Yep.

He comes and goes.

And I think he knows more than what he's telling you, Price.

He might even know where Bo is.

He just wants something.

- I already know he wants something.

Everybody here wants something.

- Well.

- They don't always want money.

And Marwan, you'd be surprised to hear

who these people are.

What they want from me, what they ask me to do.

I let them do me.

And I did them.

But I needed information.

I would do anything for Bo.

I had never been with anyone else before all this.

I used you too, Marwan.

For information.

- Oh.

- But you showed me something.

You made me feel safe.

And nobody but Bo has ever done that before.

Nobody.

You do what he does, Marwan.

You make me feel safe.

But when I'm with you I feel like I'm cheating on him.

- I wasn't lying to you, Price, at the ruins,

I really wasn't.

- I don't know if I can do this, Marwan.

I think I'm starting to...

- It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's fine.

It's okay.

- I don't know who I am anymore.

Who I belong to.

- Well maybe you don't belong to anyone.

Maybe you belong to you.

- Maybe I want to belong to somebody else.

I don't feel him anymore.

I'm really alone.

(shushing)

We were supposed to go to Vermont last year

and get married, but his tour got extended.

I never thought we'd be apart for so long.

I've known him since I was 10 years old.

I've loved him my whole life.

- Come here, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

- His family didn't want us to be together anyway.

They had this nice girl all picked out.

- Price.

(crying)

(trying to start car)

- Gas leak?

- I don't think so, looks full.

- Pop the hood.

Start it up, rev it.

(car starts)

- Alright.

I can give you a ride to the airport tomorrow morning.

- [Price] I'd like that.

- You know it's dangerous, Price.

It's very dangerous, and you've been lucky.

Listen.

I can't leave you alone here.

I'll feel much better when you're safe.

- I think I need to be alone right now, Marwan.

(dramatic music)

- Hi Price.

Miss you, buddy.

I haven't found that bar yet.

Fucking shit.

- Don't call me teen detective anymore.

- [Combs] Sure thing, boy wonder.

- You're such an asshole.

But you were right.

- [Combs] So you're leaving, huh?

- In the morning on the first plane out.

- [Combs] Giving up on Bo?

- Bo's dead.

- [Combs] You sure of that?

- You aren't?

- Maybe not.

- Such a Combs answer.

It's not an answer at all.

Just leave me alone.

I'm getting out of here like everybody wants me to.

Bo's dead.

He's a murderer.

Or he's kidnapped and got whacked.

But either way, I don't know where he is

and I don't think I'm gonna find him.

- Aw, that's pretty sad.

I know where Bo is, alive.

- What do you want?

- What do you think I want?

I'm doing you a favor and you owe me, right?

(tense music)

Everything has a price, Price.

By the way, you like it on your back or your stomach?

- I don't want to look at you.

- Well you just lie on your stomach then.

Stick that ass up nice and high.

I'll bet that's how you like it with your boyfriend.

Oh, you didn't like that, did ya?

Think I shouldn't even talk about him, right?

- That's right.

- 'Cause he's just perfect.

- [Price] He's decent.

- Ain't nobody decent when I'm done with them.

- Just get me to Bo.

- What's the matter?

You don't want the sweet talk?

How about a kiss?

- I just want Bo.

- You think this is gonna get you Bo?

- That's what you said.

- I never said that.

I implied that.

- I don't think I'm gonna do this.

- [Combs] You don't wanna see your boyfriend anymore?

- I don't think you know where Bo is.

- Oh, I know where he is.

I know what he's doing and when he's doing it.

- Does he know you're doing this?

- Doesn't know I'm doing you, no.

That's just my idea.

- Prove you've got him.

- One of his eyes is bluer than the other.

- Anybody could get that information.

- Oh yeah?

How about this?

He's got a cute little birthmark on his ass,

right about where you'd lick it.

Got about eight inches soft, and some more hard,

but I bet you know about that, don't you?

That's not on his driver's license, is it?

You're wondering how I got that information, aren't you?

Maybe you're wondering if he's worth it.

'Cause you gotta ask how does Combs know this?

What exactly is his relationship with my boyfriend?

Is my boyfriend having some kind of affair--

- Shut up, shut the fuck up!

(laughing)

- Oh, you just want me to get it over with.

- Just do it.

- I don't think I'm gonna.

- Just do it.

You know you want me.

You want my fine ass, well take it.

You said you'd get me to Bo.

- You want me to fuck you, don't you?

You say it's for Bo but you just want it you fucking slut.

No one knows you're here.

I got all your identification.

You're in a war zone and your fuck buddy is toast.

I'm all you got right now.

And that sweet ass, mmm mmm, mmm mmm.

Well maybe I can trade it for something.

I own you.

I'm just gonna take a raincheck on your ass.

You owe me, you understand that?

And people who owe me, pay me.

I'll be back in a little bit, teen detective.

(knocking)

(speaking foreign language)

- Should I stay?

- Just one minute, sorry.

(door opens and shuts)

- Did you forget something?

(speaking foreign language)

- Please don't make us kill you.

(speaking foreign language)

- Price, Price!

(speaking foreign language)

- Combs?

- I heard, fuck!

(speaking foreign language)

- Oh, Christ.

- Wait, this isn't your doing?

He was leaving this morning!

- He wasn't leaving, I was breaking him down,

making him malleable.

He wasn't going anywhere.

I told him I had Bo.

(speaking foreign language)

- He's my fucking property, and they fucking stole him!

(speaking foreign language)

- [Captor] Why are you here?

You're a fucking spy.

- I'm not a spy.

I'm just looking for my best friend, he's missing.

- [Captor] Is your friend called Talbott?

- What do you know about Talbott?

- [Captor] He's the guy from the murders

in (speaking foreign language).

- He wouldn't do that.

He wouldn't kill innocent people.

He wouldn't kill a young girl.

- [Captor] Interesting.

Why not a young girl?

- She was innocent!

- [Captor] She was a female!

- What is your point?

- It's pretty interesting how you describe your best friend.

- What do you mean?

- You said he's your best friend.

- He is my best friend.

- Isn't he something else?

- He's in the military.

He's a Marine.

- [Captor] That's not what I mean.

- I don't know what you mean!

- [Captor] What's the relationship

between you and him?

- He's my best friend!

- [Captor] That's a fucking lie.

- It's not a fucking lie you piece of shit!

He is my best friend!

He's my buddy!

- Now listen to me.

This is the last chance for you

to talk about this relationship.

So start fucking talking.

- Bo is my best friend.

We grew up together.

We've done everything together.

We go out, we watch movies, we grab drinks,

we go bowling, we fuck, anything that two people

who are in love do, and I'm glad that he's not here

because I wouldn't want him to get hurt

by watching this.

- [Captor] Shut the fuck up.

- You shut the fuck up.

This is my chance?

Well fuck you.

I love Bo!

I am a homosexual, fuck you!

- [Captor] You're gonna die for it.

(speaking foreign language)

(gun firing)

(speaking foreign language)

- Excuse me?

Could you wait in the other room please?

- [Woman] Sure.

(speaking foreign language)

(crying out)

- It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, shh, it's okay.

- That fucking thief.

I should have fucking tortured them then killed them

then put that on a fucking video camera,

sent that to fucking (mumbles).

- Fuck you.

- What'd you say?

- I said fuck you!

- Price stop, stop, stop!

I have Bo.

- You're a fucking liar!

- I got him, I'll take you to him.

I got him.

- Take me to him right now!

- I got him in a safe house, we'll go right now.

- Right now, Combs!

- Alright, just get in the car.

Get in the car.

Come on.

- If you're lying to me I'll fucking kill you!

- I can tell.

Alright, I believe you.

Now just get in the car and we'll go get you a shower.

I got your suitcases, alright?

- Right now, motherfucker.

- Okay, I just thought you'd wanna get cleaned up

before you go see Bo.

- Take me to him right now.

- Alright, fine, casual, man.

Just get in the car.

Boy, you're tough.

- For a fag, huh?

- No, just a tough fuck.

- Just take me to Bo.

(suspenseful music)

- Something doesn't feel right.

- Wait, wait, don't go in, wait.

- Bo.

(banging)

Bo!

Bo!

- Bo?

That motherfucker!

Fuck, he's gone.

- He's not here?

- No, and I bet the fucking minister got him, too.

- You lied to me.

- I didn't lie, listen to me.

- No, you listen.

I want Bo and I want him right now.

- Or what?

Go on, what?

- Stop lying to me!

- What am I supposed to do, he was here!

I had him here, he's gone, somebody took him.

- Tell him, Combs.

Go on, tell him.

- He was a witness to the mercenaries at

(speaking foreign language).

- Marwan was right?

- Marwan guessed right.

- That's it?

- He's also useful as a hostage.

Someone to execute in a show trial.

- Don't fucking touch me, Combs.

Don't you ever try to humiliate me again

or I'll fucking kill you.

- Something for the to-do list, right?

- Something like that, you fuck.

- Thanks for saving my life, Combs?

- Fuck you, Combs.

You only helped me because I'm worth something to you.

- Oh no, it's 'cause I'm romantic.

- Who has him?

- The defense minister.

- The defense minister?

Really, Combs?

- It's true this time, Price.

- Marwan.

Marwan.

I guess I should have loosened up with you before.

What's a couple of kisses for a couple million bucks?

- Don't, Combs.

Price, go behind me, get in the car.

- You two had this plan the whole time, right?

- Not this one, no.

- Couple others though.

Who you gonna believe, Price?

- Combs hasn't worked out yet.

Maybe I'll give you a try.

- Well, let's go then.

- How do I look?

- Like someone else.

Someone intimidating.

- I hate this look.

This is how I spent my entire childhood,

looking like this.

Anyway, your turn to get all dressed up, huh?

- No.

You have to do this alone.

I'll be waiting for you outside with a gun.

- I hate being alone.

- It's gonna be the last time, I promise.

It's okay.

- Price St. John.

- Oh, Mr. St. John, what a pleasure it is to meet you.

I met your mother many times.

- Bullshit.

- Excuse me?

- I think that's bullshit.

You just tried to cut my fucking head off.

- I think it was a mistake for you to be--

- Good.

No, you are going to get the Marine, Talbott.

- I know what you want him for.

You disgust me.

Please sit down.

Let us be civilized.

You want your friend, right?

- Yeah, I want my friend.

- Okay, I will give him to you.

- Right now.

- I cannot right now, I have to bring--

I cannot help that, I will bring him to you.

- Not the hotel.

- Where then?

- Where is he?

- Near the ruins.

- How about the ruins?

- There are 10 miles of ruins.

- I'm just a tourist in your country.

I've liked the ruins.

Particularly the amphitheater.

Please, don't take too long.

- What do I get?

- Simple, really.

I don't make the phone call that gets you executed.

You see, my mother and I might not get along too well,

but she would love

to hear about (speaking foreign language) and you.

- So how did it go?

- He's meeting me at the ruins.

- You sure you wanna do this?

- He has Bo.

- Right, he has Bo.

Price.

- I know.

- Come on, we should go.

- [Combs] Oh, need a hug?

- I'm not happy about this, but you were right.

- So you gonna give me half, right?

- Yeah, yeah.

- You ever used a gun before?

- Used to have to go hunting with my stepfather.

- Good, I don't have time for lessons.

Here, take this.

- You any good?

- Yeah, I'm good.

Compulsory military service.

- Got any advice?

- Yeah, just look at your target,

never look at the gun, you're gonna be fine.

Here's some bullets.

You go to the stage and I'll be right below you

and if you need anything, just call.

(clapping)

- Very nice, you're doing very well

for such an amateur, young man.

Such a good show.

- I want Bo.

- Oh yes, Bo.

But first you must put the gun down.

- No.

- You want your friend?

Please put the gun down.

Kick it away.

(kicks)

Any other guns?

Wait, I have a better idea.

Please remove your shirt and jacket.

Let us see if you're armed.

Very good.

Now stay where you are.

Bo.

There he is.

Bo, you want him, yes?

- Yeah.

He belongs to me.

- Stop!

Or you will be shot.

Right now I can get two million for him.

Two million American, can you match that?

- Yeah, I can get it.

- Such a young man has access to that kind of money?

- I come from a wealthy family.

- They would give you this money.

- Yeah, they would.

- How about four million?

- Four million?

- Well now I have you too.

(gun firing)

(exciting music)

(shouting)

- Bo, you alright?

- Too bad, huh?

And I'm not even gay.

Get up.

Up.

I got him.

- [Minister] Bring him up.

- You heard the man.

- You don't have enough to offer me, Price.

- It's Mr. St. John.

- Your request has certain beauty.

It is true, but it was the idea of a child

and it's not to be.

- Is he even alive?

- Yes, yes indeed.

- Where is he?

- He's in a safe place, waiting for you.

But you won't ever see him alive again.

You'd like to shoot me, yes?

Go ahead.

- Are you out of your mind?

- Go ahead.

Pull the trigger.

- It's your funeral, man.

- You cannot.

I didn't think you could kill, Mr. St. John, but I can.

- Hey, he's worth two million.

- I'm not shooting him.

- Think you're gonna need some bullets.

Trying to cut me out, huh?

(gun fires)

Asshole.

(gun fires)

(exciting music)

(guns firing)

- I'll take that.

This way.

Move.

Well the minister was right.

You're doing pretty good for an amateur.

- Marwan.

- But you gotta ask yourself.

Do I let my buddy die?

Do I let Combs kill my buddy?

Or am I good enough to try to kill Combs 30 feet away?

What if I kill my fuck buddy?

You just gotta ask.

- Price, shoot him.

- Go ahead.

Give it a try.

- Just don't look at the gun, look at your target.

- It's not the time for lessons, guy.

- Price, do it!

- Price, do it!

Give it up, boy.

You're just not a killer.

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

- I have your friend, Talbott.

He is safe.

I'll be fine.

There's more blood than damage.

You know (mumbles)?

Give you directions.

(speaking foreign language)

Go on.

He's inside.

(tense music)

You're going to need a new job

and I think you are a patriot.

You should work for the ministry.

- I can't work for you.

You see, I like men too much.

- [Aziz] Marwan, so do I.

- Bo?

Bo?

(emotional music)