All language subtitles for Lord.of.War.2005.720p.BluRay.x264-x0r

There are over 550 million fire-arms
in world wide circulation.

That's one fire-arm for every
twelve people on the planet.

The only question is...

how do we arm the other eleven ?

You don't have to worry.

I'm not going to tell you a pack
of lies to make me look good.

I'm just going to tell you
what happened.

My name is Yuri Orlov.

When I was a boy, my family
came to America.

But not all the way.

Like most Ukrainians
we congregated in Brighton Beach.

It reminded us of the Black Sea.

I soon realized we'd swapped
one hell for another.

Even in hell an angel
sometimes makes an appearance.

I'd worshipped Ava Fontaine
since I was ten years old.

Of course,
she didn't know I existed.

I was starting to think
she had a point.

For the first twenty odd years
of my life,

Little Odessa was to me what it is
to the Q train:

the end of the line.

I did lie about my name.
It's not really Yuri Orlov.

On few occasions in the 20th century
it's been an advantage to be a Jew.

But in the 70s, to escape the USSR,
our family pretended to be Jewish.

Little about my life has been
Kosher ever since.

- How's it going, brother ?
- It's not.

That's Vitaly, my brother. He was
as lost as me but he didn't know yet.

My father took
his assumed identity to heart.

He was more Jewish than most Jews.

Which drove my catholic mother crazy.

I can't eat shellfish.

- It's treyf .
- You're not Jewish.

I like it.

I like the hat.

It reminds us
there is something above us.

I like that.

- I'm going to temple.
- You go more often than the Rabbis !

- Leave me alone.
- When will you open your eyes ?

Don't forget to check the specials
at the Palace.

Growing up in Little Odessa, murder
was an everyday part of life.

Russian mobsters had also migrated
from the USSR.

And when they came to America,
their baggage came with them.

There was always some gangster
getting whacked in my neighbourhood,

but I'd never seen him
with my own eyes.

I had this knack of showing up 5
minutes before something went down.

Or 5 minutes after.
Not that day.

It couldn't have hit me harder if
I'd been the one that'd been shot.

You go into the restaurant business
because people always have to eat.

That was the day I realized

my destiny lay in fulfilling
another basic human need.

The next Sabbath
I went to temple with my father.

However, it wasn't God
I was trying to get close to.

Yuri, my eldest son.

The Synagogue landed me
my first Israeli-made Uzi machine gun.

The first time you sell a gun is a lot
like the first time you have sex.

You have absolutely no idea
what you're doing but it's exciting,

and one way or another
it's over way too fast.

Gentlemen...

the new Uzi pistol, big fire-power
in a small package.

9 millimetre points.

20¤25 extendable racks.

Trigger of adjustable size,
excellent recall reduction.

Muzzle jump reduced 40,
60 improved noise suppression.

You could pump a magnum in me,
right now,

and never wake
the guy in the next room.

Of course, that would eliminate
your opportunity to repeat business.

I did have a natural instinct
for smuggling contraband.

Fortunately, back then,
a video cam was as big as a Bazooka.

Here I'd been running away
from violence my whole life

and I should have been
running towards it.

It's in our nature.

The earliest human skeletons
had spearheads in their rib-cages.

Where have you been ?
What if we'd had a costumer ?

God Bless America.

Come on !

''Beware of the Dog'' ? You don't have
a dog. You're trying to scare people ?

It scares me.

Reminds me to beware
of the dog in me,

the one that wants to fuck anything
that moves and kill weaker dogs.

I guess it's to remind me
to be more human.

Isn't being a dog
part of being human ?

What if it's the best part of you ?

What if you really just
a two-legged dog ?

You need to see somebody.

It stinks in here.

I'd always wanted to do something
big with my life.

I just didn't know what.

Anyhow, I figured if I was going into
the gun trade,

I was going to aim high.

Stop fucking around.
I want to talk to you.

- You read the newspapers, Vit ?
- Newspaper ?

- It's always the same.
- Right.

Every day people shoot each other.
Know what I do when I see that ?

I look to see what guns they're using
and I think, ''Why not my guns ?''

You want to open a gun shop ?

More of those in America than
McDonalds. Even with all the gangsters

the margins are too low.

- You've worked out the margins ?
- Sure.

Forget gang wars. The real money
is in actual war,

between countries.

Yuri... what the fuck
do you know about guns ?

I know what side
I'd rather be on.

I made the first sale.

We're already in business.

- We ?
- I need a partner.

I don't know, Yuri.

Vitaly, I've tasted your borsch,
you're no fucking chef.

I won't even eat your food.

Fuck you !

We're doing nothing with our lives.

I mean... this is shit !

This is shit !

That's true.

But maybe doing nothing
is better than doing this.

I need you.

Brothers in arms.

Brothers in arms.

Can I interest you in
the SA7 missile launcher ?

The older Chinese model. Not effective
against modern military aircraft

but deadly if used
against a commercial airline.

I'm giving them away at 8.50.

It was the 80s. The cold War
was far from thawed.

Most deals were government
to government.

It was a mostly private club
with a life-time club president.

- That's him.
- Who, the big shot ?

Simeon Weisz,

Exocet missiles
in the Falklands.

He was selling guns
before there was gunpowder.

I'll be right back.

Mr. Weisz ?

It's okay, they're talking.

- May I help ?
- A mutual friend, Eli Kurtzman...

said to contact you.

I have a business proposal. I thought
perhaps we could discuss it.

I don't think you and I
are in the same business.

You think I just sell guns,
don't you ? I don't. I take sides.

But in the Iran-Iraq war
you sold guns to both sides.

Did you ever consider that I wanted
both sides to lose ?

Bullets change governments
far surer than votes.

You're in the wrong place,
my young friend.

This is no place for amateurs.

Bastard !

curiously, you revert to your native
tongue in moments of extreme anger.

And ecstasy...

Oh, God !

Oh, my God !

You're beautiful !

What's your name again ?

The only option for Vitaly and me
was under the counter gun-running.

I got my first break in Lebanon
after the suicide bombing.

But I wasn't the only local kid
making good.

When the USA leaves a war zone,
they don't take their ammunition.

It costs more to bring it back
than to buy new stock.

So...

we sell by the kilo.

They're second-hand weapons
but they're still okay.

- How many kilos would you like ?
- 5,000.

I had a flair for languages.

But I soon learnt what talks best
is dollars, drachmas, roubles

and pounds fucking sterling.

Of course the US Army
got a piece of the action.

Army salaries were no better
in the 80s than they are today.

Some of the brass,
like Lieutenant colonel Southern

needed to raise money for their own
private wars.

Good to make your acquaintance.

This is bullshit money, Vit.

These are just small
fucking potatoes.

- You want to go more legit ?
- No, more illegal.

What I'd give right now
for a plate of cabbage and potatoes.

It's not our fight.

Vit, come on.

Let's go.

Selling guns
is like selling vacuum cleaners.

You make calls and take orders.

I was an equal opportunity
merchant.

I supplied every army
but the Salvation Army.

I sold Israeli-made
Uzis to Muslims.

I sold communist-made bullets
to fascists.

You're not selling these.

They're for personal use.

There are a hundred
thousand bullets.

- They're easy trigger ones.
- Easy trigger ?

I even shipped cargo to Afghanistan
when they fought my fellow Soviets.

I never sold to Osama Bin Laden.

Not on any moral grounds, back
then he was always bouncing cheques.

By the mid 80s, my weapons were
in 8 of the world's top 10 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 US,
but that's another story.

I also packed six
different briefcases,

depending on who I was that day
and the region I was visiting.

Without operations like mine it'd
be impossible for certain counties

to conduct a respectable war.

I was able to navigate around those
inconvenient little arms embargos.

There are three basic types
of arms deal.

White, being legal,
black, being illegal,

and my personal favourite colour,
grey.

Sometimes 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 AK47 assault rifle
was the angel king.

It's Yuri.

Yes, Raoul.

Raoul, the angel king
will arrive tomorrow.

Hallelujah to you too.

If I've done my job right

an arms embargo should be

practically impossible
to enforce.

What ?

Just slow the fuck down !

I can't understand you.

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 ?

- We will try to lose them.
- On this ?

- We have to get off this thing.
- No one's going anywhere. Slow.

Buy me time.

Yes, it's Yuri.
Get that fucking flag down !

I need another handle for this hub,
something of its weight class.

You, over this side. We're changing
the name.

Yes, it's got to check out !

The way I looked 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 at such short notice.

Damn, they're hauling !

What ? Kono ?
How do you spell that ?

KONO. Okay, that's good.

What do we fly ? Dutch ?

Get me Dutch flag, will you ?

Faster or I'll send your ass in !

I don't have Dutch. I got Belgian.

What the fuck use is that ?
It's registered in the Netherlands !

- I've got a French flag.
- So ?

Turn it sideways
and it's Dutch.

That's why you're my brother.

Good ! Everybody look innocent now.

They say every man has his price.

But not every man gets it.

Interpol agent Jack Valentine
couldn't be bought.

At least not with money.

For Jack glory was the prize.

It's the Kono, it's not the Kristol.

- It's clean.
- Clean ?

She doesn't look clean.
I'm going to go aboard.

Refer to the sighting of the Kristol
south of Aruba.

Even when I was up
against an over-zealous agent,

I had a number of methods
for discouraging a search.

I routinely mislabelled my shipments
''farm machinery''.

I had yet to meet a lowly paid
customs official

who will open a container marked
radio-active waste

to verify its contents.

My personal favourite is the unique
combination of week old potatoes

in tropical heat.

It smells !

Sir, a sighting
of the Kristol up north.

I kept a number of
intelligence people on a pay roll

to supply their colleagues
with counter-intelligence.

The second rule of gun-running
is always ensure you get paid.

Preferably in advance, ideally
to an off-shore account.

That's why I chose
my customers so carefully.

Say what you like about war-lords
and dictators,

but they have a sense of order.

They always pay their bills on time.

What's this ?

Six kilos of pure cocaine.

I can't give that to the damn
bank in Chase Manhattan.

You idiot. First of all
you should thank me.

You know how much this is worth ?

After the raids that went on
at the border last week,

its value has increased 30.

I sell arms, not drugs.

- Is there a difference ?
- I have some rules.

If you don't pay, you don't play.

- What the fuck are you doing ?
- Fuck you !

- Fuck you !
- No, you won't fuck me !

We can find a solution.

No, Vit.

We made a deal.

The first rule of gun-running

is never get shot
with your own merchandise.

- Are you okay ?
- I think so.

- So what do we do now ?
- We'll celebrate.

That narco-guerilla
had his facts right.

After shipping into stateside
that got me a healthy profit.

It could have been better except
one kilo never made it back.

Vitaly !

To this day, I don't know
what Vitaly was running away from.

Maybe just from Vitaly.

I found him 12 days
and 150 grams later

in a Bolivian boarding house.

Of course, my dream girl
had gone there before me.

Come on !

It's my brother, Yuri.

He's my big brother.

- What the fuck is that ?
- Ukraine.

I was young, but I remember.

Look... I start in Odessa, right ?

Then I work my way to the Crimean...

You're going to be dead
before you fucking reach Kiev.

- We're going home. Come on.
- You fuck !

You fucking fuck !

What the fuck is your problem ?

Come on, Vit.

- It's nice to be home.
- Yes, we're going to get you home.

Get out of the car.

I need you to get out of the car.

I promised our parents.

- Please.
- You're going to have a great time.

This is a top place. Two Ford models
checked in last week.

And that cute weather girl's
been here since July.

Please.

Please, Yuri.

You're a good brother.

You're a good brother.

Get out of the car.

Get out of the car.

From then on
I was a one-man operation.

I never understood what separated
recreational users from habitual.

It could have been me snorting
lines as long as the Dull Park Way.

However I wasn't entirely free
of the grip of addiction myself.

There she was again: Ava Fontaine.

In my neighbourhood they say,
''The good get out''.

In our own ways,
we both conquered the world.

You can't force someone to love you,
but you can improve your odds.

It cost me 20,000 to book her
for a fake photo shoot.

And another 12,000
to buy out the hotel.

Popular hotel, huh ?

- Ava Fontaine.
- Yuri Orlov.

- What brings you to St. Barts ?
- A photo shoot.

I guess the photographer
got stuck in Miami.

Hurricane, but there's nothing
on the news.

Those things can come
out of nowhere.

The job's cancelled and there's no
flying back to New York till Tuesday.

You can hitch a ride with me,
I'm leaving tomorrow.

Meanwhile,
why don't I take your picture ?

From my experience, some of the best
relationships are based on lies.

That's where they usually end up,
so it's a logical place to start.

Hold on.

Oh, my God !

I nearly went broke trying
to convince her I was anything but.

I knew Ava was not the kind of woman
to be smoothed by a ride in a jet,

unless you owned the jet.

- Is this your plane ?
- That is my name.

Of course I was lying.

The plane was a rental, like the car
and the suit I was standing in.

At the last minute, I got out
a crew for the paint job.

Luckily when we landed, Ava wasn't
looking anywhere but in my eyes.

I had no idea.
I'm sorry I didn't recognize you.

Don't apologize,
I put clothes on for a living.

At least you're not taking them off.

I would be if half the photographers
had their way. What about you ?

I'm in transport.
International air freight, mostly.

Business is good.

- Where are you from ?
- I was born in Ukraine.

But I grew up in Brooklyn.

- What ? You too ?
- Williamsburg.

Here's to the hurricane.

Without it,
I never would have met you.

This is no accident, is it ?

- It feels like fate.
- I don't believe in fate.

What do you believe in ?

Is that a view
or is that a view ?

That's a view.

Thank you all.

- Good luck.
- Congratulations.

Thanks.

Always remember, son.
There's something above you.

Sure, dad.
A 40,000 dollar crystal chandelier.

Make yourselves at home.

Go !

I'm sorry.
It must be tough.

It'd be nice to have a couple more
guests from my side of the family.

- I'm sure they're watching you.
- Thank you.

But you don't believe that, Yuri.
Remember ?

I know you.

I know you're not
everything you seem.

Don't worry,
I won't ask a lot of questions.

I don't want to hear you lie.

You take risks.

Just promise me you won't risk us.

That's the trouble with falling
in love with your dream girl.

They have a habit
of becoming real.

I've never been so glad
to see Vitaly.

Aren't you fucking beautiful ?

Brother, thank you so much for
giving me such a beautiful sister.

He was out of rehab
and out of his mind.

- Dance, dance !
- Alright...

It's a wedding celebration !

For once, he rescued me.

I was still living
way beyond my means.

Mortgaged to the hilt, using one
credit card to pay off another.

Anything to keep Ava in the style
to which she had,

thanks to me,
become accustomed to.

- Ava, this is too much.
- Yuri likes to spoil you.

Then suddenly all my christmases
came at once.

You did it ! Good boy !

That's my grandson !

Yuri, don't you want to see
what your son is doing ?

Whoever said it's best
to give than to receive

never got a christmas present
like the one I got in 1991

from Mikhail Gorbachev.

- What the hell's the matter ?
- It's over !

The Cold Fucking War !
The Soviet Fucking Union !

The Evil Fucking Empire !
Mikhail's throwing in the towel !

It's over !

- Your son is walking.
- That's incredible, honey.

At least they'll get
religious freedom.

Let's hope so.

I think I'll go back
for a visit.

Do you stay in touch
with Uncle Dimitri ?

I'm not a fool, Yuri.

I don't think you're going
there just to sell Pepsi Cola.

Is this how you want
to be remembered ?

I don't want
to be remembered at all.

If I'm being remembered
it means I'm dead.

Merry fucking Christmas !

- Who is this ?
- I'm Angel.

Her name really is Angel.

Let's put her
on top of the Christmas tree !

I love you.

I love you all.

Take this.

You're going back to Ukraine.

I miss Odessa.

- I miss you.
- I miss you.

Be careful, Yuri.
Those things you sell kill...

inside.

You're high.

It's true.

Hello, Christian.

During the cold War, the Red Army
stationed 1 million troops in Ukraine

because of its strategic
military importance.

The day after the wall came down
the pay checks stopped coming.

There's nothing better
for an arms dealer

than the combination of disgruntled
soldiers and warehouses of weapons.

I was hoping Major General
Dimitri Volkoff

would open a lot of armoury doors
in a lot of military bases.

First start,
he was family.

He was a highly decorated hero
of the Red Army.

And he was almost
permanently shit-faced.

I can't sell you government property.

- I have to report.
- Report to who ?

Moscow.

Moscow's a reformed country.

- New flag, new boss.
- There is no new boss yet.

They're all busy squabbling over who's
going to get the presidential home

by the Black Sea.
It's beautiful.

The ones who know don't care anymore
and the ones who do don't know.

Show me your inventory.

Those 45 years of mutual hatred
between the East and the West

had generated the highest
weapons build-up in history.

The Soviets had guns coming out
of the demon hole.

Huge stock piles and now no enemies.

How many Kalashnikovs do you have ?

Forty thousand.

Is that a four ? Doesn't look like
a four to me. Looks like a one.

- No, it's a four.
- It's whatever we say it is.

Because no one else will know
the difference.

Ten thousand Kalashnikovs
for a battalion.

Your stocks are dangerously depleted.

You should order more
from the manufacturer.

Someone will look it up.

- What happens then ?
- We'll cut them in.

The end of the cold War was
the beginning of the hottest time

in arms dealing,
the arms bazaar was open.

Guided missiles, un-guided missiles,

mortars, mines, armoured personnel
carriers, whole tank divisions.

This is what we'll do. Buy six
and you'll get one free.

I even landed a squadron
helicopter gun shooter.

The most sophisticated
fighting machines,

built for a war with America
that never happened.

Get down from there
before you get hurt.

I could dismantle it
with my eyes shut.

Thanks to me, they'd finally
get to fire a shot in anger.

I had a feeling it wasn't exactly
what my comrade Lenin had in mind

when he advocated
the redistribution of wealth.

But I wasn't the only one offering
a crash course in capitalism.

I had rivals.

Inform your commanding officer
that Simeon Weisz is here to meet him.

- You don't know who I am, do you ?
- I couldn't care less.

You're late.

So it appears.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Are you here to sell arms ?

Perhaps you want to come to my room

so I can show you my pistol ?

You look lost.
Is the world changing too fast ?

- I'm here, aren't I ?
- Not all of you, I think.

You've gotten so rich
selling for the CIA

you can't seem to get that ideology
completely out of your head.

The Cold War had its uses.

It got the pensions frozen.

Now it's hard to determine
which side to be on.

Things have become more complicated.

No, it's gotten simpler.

There's no place in gun-running
for politics anymore.

I sell to leftists, to rightists.

I sell to pacifists, but they're
not my regular customers.

But that's nothing until you supply
weapons to kill your own country.

This current state of chaos
won't last forever.

There will have to be order.

Instead of cutting
each other's throats

it may be beneficial if we worked
together, what do you think ?

What do I think ?

I think you are the amateur now.

I think you should go with
your instinct. Your first instinct.

I'm the same man that wasn't good
enough for you before

and I'm just not good enough
for you now.

The problem with gun-runners
going to war

is that there's no shortage
of ammunition.

This was the chaos that the old guard
had always feared.

As far as they were concerned, I was
giving arms dealers a bad name.

But then they could hardly report me
to the Better Business Bureau.

And Ukraine wasn't the only former
state with an unpaid army

and stock piles of guns.

There was Bulgaria, Hungary,
Poland, Belarus,

all there for the taking.

Of all the weapons in the vast
Soviet arsenal

nothing was more profitable
than the Avtomat Kalashnikov,

model of 1947,
more commonly known as the AK 47,

or Kalashnikov.

It's the world's most popular
assault rifle,

a weapon all fighters love.

An elegantly simple 9 pound
amalgamation of steel and plywood.

It doesn't break, jam or overheat.

It will shoot whether it's covered
in mud or filled with sand.

It's so easy even a child could use it
and they do.

The Soviets put the gun on a coin.
Mozambique put it on their flag.

At the end of the cold War the
Kalashnikov is the USSR's best export.

After that comes vodka, caviar,
and suicidal novelists.

One thing's for sure, no one
was lining up to buy their cars.

What damn paperwork ?

Sergeant, keep them there as long
as you can ! Fight till the end !

Moscow is behind us, you got that ?
It's an order !

- You must watch out for these people.
- How can I ?

You keep selling my helicopters.
You're too greedy !

- I can't hold them forever.
- I've got paperwork.

Not for the gun-ships. You know
the penalty for falsifying papers ?

Selling military helicopters
is a major violation.

Military helicopters...

It's not a military helicopter.

It's a rescue helicopter.

- Get to work, son.
- No problem.

The law's on our side.

Let me see your papers.

Put that away.
Let me see your papers.

Always in the wrong place
at the right time.

Who are these people ?

We've met before.
Off the coast of Columbia.

What was the name of that freighter ?
Was it the Kono or the Kristol ?

The crew called that vessel
a lot of names.

None of them repeatable
in polite company.

- Answer the question.
- Oh, the new MP5.

- Would you like a silencer for that ?
- I need to see your papers.

- Keep away from me !
- Dimitri !

The end user certificate for this
states Burkina Faso.

Very nice.
Did you type this up yourself ?

The helicopter is to be used
on humanitarian missions.

- So you're a humanitarian ?
- Absolutely.

- This is a military aircraft.
- Not anymore.

Listen to the nephew.

What can we do with military hardware
but convert it to civilian use ?

This can only kill if
the food hits you.

Is this going
to Burkina Faso as well ?

Yes, but to a different client
at a different address.

That's just a coincidence, is it ? You
take me for a complete fucking fool ?

Not complete, sir. I want to
hesitate to tell you your job...

I must point put that when shipped
separately

both weapons comply with the Interpol
standards and practices.

We both know that is an obscene
bureaucratic loop-hole

that's going to be closed
any goddamn day.

But it's not closed.

And while certain people might
consider this cargo as suspicious

we live in a world where suspicion
alone doesn't constitute a crime.

And where men like you
respect the rule of law.

I was as guilty as sin
but Valentine couldn't prove it.

And he was the rarest breed
of law enforcement.

He knew I was breaking the law but
wouldn't break it himself to bust me.

Valentine wasn't the only one trying
to put me out of business.

My uncle had turned down
a half-dozen rival arms dealers

often with offers better than mine.

But to Dimitri you couldn't put
a price on loyalty.

- What was he doing here ?
- He was hoping to beat your offer.

I told him to go have
intercourse with himself.

- You need to make more pay-offs.
- Too many.

Don't worry. VCR cigarettes.
I left them in your new car.

Even your enemy
was admiring that car.

- I'm the luckiest man alive.
- You are.

- Hello ?
- Ava ?

Hi, baby.

- You know what time it is ?
- Sorry, I...

How was that audition ?

They're going in another direction
with someone who can act.

They don't deserve you.

Where are you ?

Is everything okay ?

It was a rough day at the office.

- Just come home.
- Soon. How's Nicky ?

He misses you. We both do.

It's lonely without you here.

You know I don't like nights.

Ever since my parents...

- What's that ?
- A party.

I'd better go. I just wanted
to call and hear your voice.

- Kiss Nicky for me.
- I love you.

The pillaging didn't die
with my uncle.

After the wall came down, 32 billions
worth of arms were stolen

and resold from Ukraine alone.

One of the greatest heists
of the 20th century.

The primary market was Africa.

11 major conflicts involving 32
countries in less than a decade.

A gun-runner's wet dream.

The West couldn't care less.
They had a white war in Yugoslavia.

I did the bulk of my business
in Liberia. ''Land of the Free''.

Originally a homeland
for freed American slaves.

It's been run by one dictator
or another ever since.

The latest was American-educated,

self-proclaimed president,
André Baptiste.

Mr. Yuri !

I'm Andrè Baptiste Junior.

- My father would like to meet you.
- What an honour !

Thank him but unfortunately
I have other business.

It's a shame,
it's a very busy schedule.

It is not... as they say...

optional.

My father's easily offended.

My schedule just freed up.

Baptiste was my best customer
but I wasn't in a hurry to meet him.

He got the reputation of chopping off
the wounds of those who opposed him.

His seven year civil war
is described as a relentless campaign

of wanton sadistic violence.

That kind of sums up Andy for me.

The Glock is interesting.

It's made of a polymer composite.

Plenty of my clients feel they
can get through airport security

without setting off a lot of bells.
Personally, I do not recommend that.

On the other hand, if you are
looking for a traditional wheel gun

there's no substitute for the 6 inches
of muzzle energy of the 357 Magnum.

And of course,
it will never jam.

- Why did you do that ?
- What did you say ?

Now you're going to have to buy it.
It's a used gun.

How can I sell a used gun ?

A used gun.

A used gun ?

That's a good one.

You know, there's no discipline
with the youth today.

I try to set an example
but it's difficult.

Personally, I blame MTV.

A used gun.

I think you and I...

we can do business.

If I thought I was scared of
André Senior,

I knew I was scared of
André Junior.

Like father, like son. The guava
doesn't fall too far from the tree.

He was also a cannibal. They say
he would eat a victim's heart

while it was still beating
to give him superhuman strength.

Monrovia itself was like
being on another planet.

Planet Monrovia. From the temperature
it was obviously close to the sun.

I rarely saw another white man
and I never left town alone.

Outside town
was the edge of hell.

I didn't want to even gaze at it.

This is your hotel.

Two stars.

- Can you bring me the gun of Rambo ?
- Part One, Two or Three ?

I've only seen Part One.
- The M60.

- With the armour piercing bullets ?
- Please.

My father left a welcoming present
in your room.

Enjoy.

My God ! She nearly got
her head cut off.

When I get to America,
I will not live in Brentwood.

Second floor.

In the most AIDS-infested region
of the globe,

where one in four is infected

André's idea of a joke was to put
a young Iman and Naomi in my bed.

And no condom within a 100 miles.

Hello, Mr. Yuri.

We'd be happy to make you happy.

I can't.

I'd love to.

But I can't.

Don't worry. We don't have anything.

How do you know ?

Do we look like it ?

What if I have AIDS ?
Don't you worry ?

You worry too much.

Why do you worry about something
that can kill you in 10 years ?

When there are so many things
that can kill you today.

How can we make you happy ?

By leaving.

These are my Kalashnikov kids.
Boy brigades.

I can see what you're thinking.
We need every man we can get.

Even if they're not men ?

A bullet from a 14-year-old
is just as effective

as one from a 40-year-old.

Often more effective.

No one can stop this bath of blood.

It's not ''bath of blood'',
it's ''blood bath''.

Thank you.

But I prefer it my way.

I'm not going to pay your asking
price, we are not a rich people.

Besides, the market is already flooded
with your Kalashnikovs.

You realize in my country you can get
one for the price of a chicken.

You can't just look at the unit price,
you forget ancillary costs.

And user certificates need to be
forged and notarised.

Show companies set up, insurance
policies, not to mention the bribes.

You can't get a nut and bolt out
of the east without a bribe.

There's one bribe for the nut,
another for the bolt.

Andy, listen to me.
This is an expensive proposition.

Andy...

I'm going to pay you in timber

or stones.

I'll take the stones, it's hard
to get a tree trunk into my luggage.

I know you're playing
a new offensive.

If you can delay a week, I can get
you armoured personnel carriers.

They'd greatly
reduce your casualties.

And give you a significant
strategic advantage.

You know they call me
the Lord of War.

- But perhaps it is you.
- It's not ''Lord of War''.

It's ''Warlord''.

Thank you,
but I prefer it my way.

Diamonds are a common currency
in West Africa.

Also referred to as
''blood diamonds'',

since with bloodshed
they generate finance.

By the 90s my wealth had caught up
to my lies about my wealth.

Even surpassed my lies. I could even
afford to become a patron of the arts.

Jesus, I can't believe it !

Of course, it's wonderful.

I didn't expect it
to happen so soon.

Yes, that would be great too.

It's wonderful, thank you so much.

It's Yuri.
Okay, thank you.

That was the dealer on the phone.
I just sold my first painting.

That's fantastic !

- Who bought it ?
- Someone important.

- They want to remain anonymous.
- This is so wonderful.

- How was your trip ?
- Same old... Where's Nicky ?

In bed. I'm sorry,
he couldn't stay up.

- That's best.
- My first painting !

- I'm officially an artist !
- This calls for a drink !

What doesn't ?

- Yuri, this is...
- Candy.

Candy, of course...

Every friend of my brother's...

is a friend of my brother's.

You have a beautiful...
everything...

Yes.

Well, I'm going to kiss
Nicky goodnight.

- How are you, brother ?
- You know...

Still the resident family
fuck-up.

Well, I guess someone
has to do it.

Ava knows, right ?

I never want to say anything...

She doesn't have to know,
she understands.

She's a survivor, like me.

She may be a survivor,
but she's not like you.

- She knows how you pay for all this ?
- We don't talk about it.

How many car salesmen
talk about their work ?

And cigarette sales men ? Both their
products kill more people than mine.

At least mine has a safety switch.

If those guys can leave their work
at the office, so can I.

God... Damn, you're good.

You really are.

You almost had me convinced.

Could you...

help me out ?

Why ?

Why ?

Why ?

Why what ?

- Why ?
- I don't know.

I don't know why. What ?

Why are you so fucked up
all the time ?

Because I am.

I didn't know how much Ava knew
and how much she ignored.

She never questioned
how a guy in transport

could afford 18 carat earrings.

I guess she didn't want
to hear the answer.

Mostly she seemed content that
I was a good provider

and as far as she was concerned,
loyal.

Despite the other women, I made love
to Ava as if she was the only one.

I'm not saying I had no set-backs.
It's called gun-running.

You have to be fast, revolutions can
blow over before the guns get there.

There's nothing more expensive
for an arms dealer than peace.

What do you mean ''truce'' ?
The guns are already on their way.

Peace talks ?

I'll reroute it to the Balkans,
now they mean war.

A new breed of gun-runner
requires a new breed of cop.

Henry, take Park Avenue.

Take them on a tour of New Jersey.

There are men going through
our garbage cans.

It's probably just reporters
looking for somebody else.

I have a feeling
they don't work for the tabloids.

Is there anything
I should be worried about ?

No.

Nothing.

I love you.

I love you too.

Sir.

FLIGHT PLAN

I was now the best merchant
of death alive.

I didn't own my own plane,
I owned a fleet.

Running guns into Liberia, Sierra
Leone, or the Ivory coast once a week.

Most trips I had phoney paperwork

If the deadline was tight, I had to
cut corners, I had no paperwork.

But I wasn't very concerned. There
were hardly any radars over Africa

and even few people to watch them.

charlie, Echo, India
re-route to Kabala airport

on air route 0-2-9.

- comply immediately.
- What's going on ?

Southern ? I'm sorry to call on this
number but Interpol's on my ass.

I can't help you right now,
it's not a good time.

It's not a good time ?

comply immediately.
This is your last warning.

- When was the first ?
- Rock your wings if you will comply.

I'm putting us down.

You land, we're all going away.
I don't have paperwork.

- We're in a flying fucking bomb.
- They're firing bullets at ours.

- I'm putting us down.
- Okay, fuck !

This is Charlie, Echo, India,
requesting re-route to Kabala airport.

Not the airport, the highway.
It's our only hope.

Are you fucking mad ?
A pothole will set us off.

You underestimate yourself.
You're the best !

You're the shit ! You're the shit !

He wasn't the best, he was number 2
at the Moscow Flight School.

What the hell is he doing ?

Is this guy nuts ?

- I can't land there, sir.
- Kabala's only 15 minutes away.

He can't get far,
I want a truck on the tarmac.

We're going to be okay.

- Where are you going ?
- As far from evidence as we can get.

Wait, there's not going
to be any evidence !

Come here.

Don't be shy, look.

A free sample.

Tell your friends.

Come here, you want something ?

Happy times. Help yourselves.

Everything goes.

Come on up !

Bullets, guns, grenades !

Guns, grenades !

That one's got your name on it.

Don't forget the bullets ! How can you
shoot a gun if you have no bullets ?

Everything goes for free !

What cargo crew at Heathrow Airport
does in a day,

took a bunch of malnourished Sierra
Leone locals ten minutes

By the time Valentine got there, you
find more guns on a plane of Quakers.

- Fuck !
- You run from us ?

- Mbizi, no !
- Can you run with no legs ?

Let me make him disappear. Around
here people disappear all the time.

- I can't do that.
- Look where we are.

Who will know ?

We will.

- He'll get what's coming to him.
- I'm not as certain.

- What's the charge ?
- What are you doing in Sierra Leone ?

I'm on a safari.

You're hunting wildebeest with
a sub-machine gun ?

You also work for the park service ?
Hunting without a licence ?

Why are we playing games ?

- You traffic arms.
- Trade.

Trade, traffic.

You get rich

by giving the poorest people the
means to continue killing each other.

You know why I do what I do ? There
are more prestigious assignments.

Keeping track of nuclear arsenals,
you'd think that's more critical.

But it's not. Nine out of ten
war victims today

are killed by assault rifles
and small arms like yours.

Those nuclear missiles ?
They sit in their silos.

Your AK47 ? That is the real
weapon of mass destruction.

I don't want people dead.

I don't put a gun to anybody's head
to make them shoot.

I admit a shooting war
is better for business.

I'd like my guns to miss,
just as long as they're firing.

Can I go now ?
You got nothing on me.

Except cuffs.

Since you're so concerned with
the law, you must know that

I'm permitted to hold you 24 hours
without charges. You might ask why.

I can assure you it's not because
I enjoy your company because I don't.

The reason I will delay you for every
second of the permissible 24 hours

is I am delaying your deadly trade
and the deaths of your victims.

It's not taking a day from you,
but giving a day to them.

Some innocent man, woman or child,
is going to have an extra day

on this earth,
because you're not free.

So I will see you
in 23 hours

and 55 minutes.

Valentine knew he didn't have
to guard me, there was nowhere to go.

Maybe he was hoping the locals
would tear me apart.

But they were too busy
with the plane.

It's like parking your car in certain
neighbourhoods in the Bronx.

You just don't do it.

The way I looked at it,
it's the way of Africa.

Maybe life. Everything that comes
from the earth, eventually returns.

Even a 40-ton 12 Atonov cargo plane.

A gift.

For you.

You've arrived just in time.

I was afraid he might die

before you got your chance...

to kill him.

This man came here

hoping to take your place.

Is that not so ?

No, I'm not here to supply
Mr. Baptiste.

I'm here to supply his enemies.

I fear it's a sale
I shall never complete.

He killed your blood,

your uncle,

when he tried to kill you.

You want me to let him go ?

You do want him dead.

You just don't want to
have to do it yourself.

So...

we will do this together.

This will be

a bonding experience.

You know you can stop this
anytime you want.

But I don't think that you do.

Just say the word.

Say,

''Stop''.

I will get you another room,
my friend.

With a much nicer view.

He ordered you brown-brown .

- What ?
- Brown-brown .

- What is it ?
- A mixture of cocaine...

and gun powder.

They give it to the young boys before
they do bedlam. They'll do anything.

Some other time.

I suggest you try it,
at least once.

- Why ?
- Because it's your gun powder.

Even before that night I started
doing a lot of cocaine in West Africa,

I'd never tried brown-brown before.

But then I never killed a man either.

I didn't do anything, did I ?

- I didn't do anything ?
- You didn't do much.

Wait, are you sick ?
Syphilis ?

AIDS ?

Ask the white man, he will know.

Sir, will my hand grow back ?

- Simeon.
- Remember, Yuri.

Take sides.

- He a friend of Andrè's.
- Fuck Andrè.

Yeah, fuck Andrè.

I'm sorry, they don't usually do that.

Let me look at it,
maybe I can fix it.

Give it to me.

Fuck you !

I started to feel I'd been cursed.

The curse of invincibility.

Nicky, please. Go to your room.

I don't believe you.

Can you prove any of this ?

Mr. Orlov goes to a lot of trouble
to make his business look legitimate.

Even to you.
Perhaps, especially to you.

I don't expect we're going to
find anything here today.

So what do you want ?

I was hoping that you would help me.

I understand that your parents
died tragically.

The illegal fire-arms used to murder
your mother and father

were procured from men
exactly like your husband.

I'd like you to leave.

Gentlemen.

What's wrong ?

I can't wear the clothes.

I can't wear the jewellery.

I can't drive the car.

I can't live in this house.

- Everything's got blood on it.
- Blood on it ?

What's the matter with you ?

- Don't be so melodramatic.
- Of course I am.

I'm a failed actress, remember ?

I told you, these people...
It's political.

They lie. They're liars.

They lie to make
themselves look good.

- You can't trust them.
- It's not just them.

Don't worry, your family
didn't say anything.

They didn't have to.

I sell people the means
to defend themselves.

- That's all.
- I see the news.

I see those pictures.

- The guns are bigger than the boys.
- Nothing's illegal about what I do !

I don't care if it's legal.
It's wrong !

Please, stop.

It makes no difference if I stop.

- Someone will take my place.
- So let them.

We have enough.

It's not about the money.

Then what is it ?

I'm good at it.

I feel like all I've done
in my life is be pretty.

I mean...

all I've done is be born.

I'm a failed actress,

a failed artist.
I'm not much good as a mother.

I've come to think that
I'm not even that pretty anymore.

I have failed at everything, Yuri.

But I won't fail as a human being.

My enemies had finally found
a weapon that could hurt me.

For the next 6 months, I stopped
running guns. I went legitimate.

This is an untapped market.
Over 5 million cubic metres of timber

in the first year alone.

Over a hundred
exploitable species.

The oil ? Between you and me,
this is the new Texas.

What do you say ?
Ten thousand barrels a month ?

He must be lying. He's talking.

There are gas reserves on the Ivory
coast that Opec doesn't know about.

The phone numbers all check out.

It's all on the level.

No wonder Valentine was confused.

Thank God there are still many ways
to exploit developing countries.

The only problem with an honest buck
is they are so hard to make.

The margins are too low,
too many people doing it.

Still, I'd promised Ava.

The president of Liberia
is on his way up.

He's early.

I'll be back in a minute.

- What the fuck are you doing here ?
- Peace talks with the United Nations.

So you drop in on
your arms dealer ?

I was beginning to wonder whether
that was still your profession.

You're a hard man to get hold of
all of a sudden.

That is a shame.

My son and I were hoping to do
a little shopping while we're here.

- You know they're watching you ?
- They blame me for everything.

- There on a hunt for a witch.
- ''Witch hunt''.

Hostilities have escalated

and they are making it very difficult
for me to re-supply.

That requires a man
of your ingenuity.

I can't help you I'm sorry.

I understand,
but you know this ?

In our current situation
we are compelled to be generous.

See you soon.

Lord of War.

You still haven't brought me
the gun of Rambo.

At four and a half months old,
a human foetus has a reptile's tail.

A remnant of our revolution.

Maybe that's what I couldn't escape.

You can fight a lot of enemies
and survive.

But if you fight your biology,
you always lose.

You're not waiting to say goodbye ?
I've got 10 more minutes.

Nicky has swim practice.

I'm kind of glad you're going.

You're starting to get on my nerves.

This should be wrapped up by Thursday.
I'll be back at the weekend.

- We'll go somewhere. The sea.
- That would be fun.

You trust me, right ?

She looked me right in the eyes

like I'd looked at thousands
of custom officials and bureaucrats.

Yes, I trust you.

She lied without flinching.

See you, big boy.

Bye, papa.

She'd learnt from the best.

Have a safe trip.

That's him.

- Where are we going, mama ?
- It's a game, honey.

Like hide and seek ?

Yes.

Like hide and seek.

I can always sense when I'm being
tailed, I know what to look for.

But then I've never been tailed
by the woman I love.

I can put myself in Ava's place.

She might've understood if the
combination was the last four digits

of my social security number, my
birthday or hers, but not Nikolai's.

My son's birthday opened up

what the government would later
describe as a ''catalogue of carnage''.

Stay right here.

Come on, Nicky.

- Curious how the other half lives ?
- I miss your borsch.

- Mom and Dad say you're clean.
- Yeah, you too.

You went legit, huh ?
That's hard to believe.

That's because it's not true.

Only you know. I'm leaving tonight
on a job. I want you to come.

I can't.

I've got a girlfriend.
I think she might be the one.

Plus, I'm thinking of opening
my own place.

Maybe this trip would help,
it's good money...

Yuri...

- I've given my word.
- No one has to know.

We'll tell them we're going
for a little R and R.

- What do you need me for ?
- West Africa's fucked up.

More than usual.

I can't trust anybody.

I need you to watch my back.

We're brothers in arms.

Welcome back !

Welcome both of you !

- Welcome to democracy !
- Democracy ?

- What have you been drinking ?
- You have not seen the news ?

They accuse me of rigging elections.

But after this,
with your Florida

and your supreme court of Kangaroos,

the US must shut up forever.

How do you do this ?

How do you do this when they're
watching all of my air space ?

Where there's a will,
there's a weapon.

Come on, where's my fucking money ?

When it is delivered.

- It is delivered.
- This is not for me.

- But for my neighbours to the west.
- The West ?

- We're going to Sierra Leone.
- Yes.

And my son, Baptiste Junior will go
with you to make proper introductions.

We have no trucks.

You will, as soon as we get
the food out of there.

The gun of Rambo.

Mr. Yuri,
you're a man of your word.

Where are we going ?

You wait.
The freedom fighters !

Every faction in Africa calls
themselves by these noble names.

Liberation this, Patriotic that,
Democratic Republic of something...

I guess they can't own up
to what they usually are.

Federation of worse oppressors
than the last bunch of oppressors.

Often the most barbaric atrocities
occur when both combatants

proclaim themselves
''freedom fighters''.

I've got 500 units, brand new.
Right out of the box.

All as clean as this.
What have you got ?

God ! Jesus !

Yuri, I need to talk to you.

- Not now.
- Now !

Excuse me.

What ?

- We can't do this deal.
- What's the matter with you ?

Look !

As soon as we give them the arms,
those people are going to die.

It's not our business.

They killed a boy just now
as young as Nicky.

- What is the hold up ?
- There is no hold up.

I'll be right there.

It's what we always know,
you can't control what they do.

No, today we can !
They're right there !

They'll kill us if we back out.

And if we go ahead, what do
you think they'll do to them ?

We've got to do something.

- For Heaven's sake !
- It's not our war.

Please.
Brothers in arms !

- What is he saying ?
- It's the deal.

My brother's not happy with the terms.
We're working it out. It's nothing.

Right ? It's nothing.

Yeah, nothing.

You're right, Yuri.

I have to get my shit together.

- This is not our fight.
- Right.

What's the deal ? 300 RPG's,
500 assault rifles

and 800 grenades.

I thought it was 1,200 grenades.

I was so caught up in the deal,
I didn't know what was in his head.

I thought it was 1,200 grenades.
I got confused.

Maybe I never understood
what was going on in his head.

I beg your pardon.
May I see another stone ?

One thing I do understand
for certain

is that Vitaly broke the carnal
rule of gun-running.

''Never pick up a gun
and join the customers''.

What are you doing ?

Something for Yuri.

Step away... slow.

No ! Vit !

Only half the guns were gone, I was
still entitled to half the diamonds.

If I took them, I was lost.

If I left them, I was lost.

The massacre played out exactly
how Vitaly had predicted.

But then another dozen massacres
happened in Sierra Leone that week.

You can't stop them all,
you can't stop any of them.

They say evil prevails when
good men fail to act.

What they ought to say is...

evil prevails.

I now had more in common with the
leader of the country God forsake..

We saw something in each other
neither one of us liked.

Or maybe we were just
looking in the mirror.

I paid a Monrovian doctor
20 dollars to remove the lead

from Vitaly's body and write
a bogus death certificate.

I should have paid more.

I sold tons of rounds of ammunition
and the bullet that lands me in jail

was found under
my dead brother's rib.

Yuri Orlov. We're with the Bureau
of Alcohol, Tobacco and Fire-Arms.

I guess this isn't about
the alcohol and the tobacco.

- Crimean Restaurant ?
- Papa ?

Both my sons are dead.

There are only
two tragedies in life.

One is not getting what you want,
the other is getting it.

Is this one of yours ?

Jack Valentine finally
had what he wanted.

Curiously, the death certificate
says he died of heart failure.

A false death certificate ?
That's not going to hold me.

You're right !
As usual, you are right !

Have you seen today's paper ?

Fake end-user certificates, cut-out
companies, meticulously catalogued.

There is hardly a war lord, dictator
or despot anywhere in the world

that you're not on a first name
basis with.

It was your wife...
your trophy wife

that led us to the prize.

It's not her fault. She's just
easier to follow than you are.

- May I ?
- Yeah, go ahead.

Enjoy !

- What ?
- This.

Tell me I'm everything you despise,
that I'm the personification of evil.

That I'm what ? Responsible for
the breakdown of the fabric of society

and world order.

I'm a one-man genocide !

Say everything you want to say
to me now. You don't have long.

Are you paying attention ?

Or are you delusional ?

You have broken
every arms embargo written.

There's enough evidence to put you
away for consecutive life sentences.

You'll spend the next 10 years
going from a cell to a courtroom

before you even
start serving your time.

I don't think you fully appreciate
the seriousness of your situation.

My family has disowned me.

My wife and son have left me.

My brother's dead.

Trust me, I fully appreciate
the seriousness of my situation.

But I promise you. I won't spend
a single second in a court room.

You are delusional.

I like you, Jack.

Or maybe not...
but I understand you.

Let me tell you
what's going to happen.

This way you can prepare yourself.

There's going to be a knock on
that door, you'll be called outside.

In the hall, there will be
a man who outranks you.

First he'll compliment you
on the fine job you've done,

that you're making
the world a safer place.

That you're to receive a commendation
and a promotion.

And then he's going to tell you
that I am to be released.

You're going to protest, you'll
probably threaten to resign.

But in the end, I will be released.

The reason I'll be released is the
same reason you think I'll be convicted.

I do rub shoulders with some of
the most vile, sadistic men

that call themselves leaders today.

But some of those men...

are the enemies...
of your enemies.

And while the biggest arms dealer
in the world is your boss,

the president of the United States,

who ships more merchandise
in a day than I do in a year.

Sometimes it's embarrassing to have
his fingerprints on the guns.

Sometimes he needs
a freelancer like me

to supply forces
he can't be seen supplying.

So...

You call me... evil.

But unfortunately for you...

I'm a necessary evil.

I would tell you to go to hell...

but I think you're already there.

Pleasure doing business with you.

Most people are happy
just to get out of jail.

I expect to be paid to leave.

I'm not a fool. I know just
because they needed me that day

didn't mean they wouldn't make me
a scapegoat the next.

But I was back...
Doing what I do best.

- Umbrellas in the Sahara ?
- Sun umbrellas !

Okay, go through.

You know who's going
to inherit the earth ?

Arms dealers. Because everyone else
is too busy killing each other.

That's the secret to survival.
Never go to war...

especially with yourself.

THIS FILM IS BASED ON
ACTUAL EVENTS.

WHILE PRIVATE GUNRUNNERS
CONTINUE TO THRIVE, THE WORLD'S
BIGGEST ARMS SUPPLIERS ARE THE
US, UK, RUSSIA, FRANCE
AND CHINA, THEY ARE ALSO THE FIVE
PERMANENT MEMBERS OF THE U.N.
SECURITY COUNCIL.