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Please! Please!

I'm sorry, I don't speak Albanian!

Stop! I don't understand!

Do you understand now?

That's a Jericho 941 pointed at my head.

You can get one
on the black market for $300.

Yeah.

It is a very reliable weapon.

My name is David Packouz.

And I'm an international arms dealer.

What do you know about war?

They'll tell you it's about
patriotism, democracy

or some shit about the other guy
hating our freedom.

But you want to know
what it's really about?

What do you see?

A kid from Arkansas doing his
patriotic duty to defend his country?

I see a helmet, fire-retardant gloves,

body armor, and an M16.

I see $17,500.

That's what it costs to outfit
one American soldier.

Over two million soldiers

fought in Iraq and Afghanistan.

It cost the American taxpayer
$4.5 billion each year

just to pay the air conditioning bills

for those wars.

And that's what war is really about.

War is an economy.

Anybody who tells you otherwise

is either in on it or stupid.

But I didn't know that yet.

Back then, I didn't know anything.

You can't park here.

Hey, man. I just got
a client at 2150, Mr. Shore.

I'm a few minutes early.

Yeah? It's a gated community.

You still can't park here.

You probably shouldn't
smoke that here, either.

Okay. Thanks.

There's a lot I could say
about this period in my life

that would give context to this story.

I could tell you how

I dropped out of college
after one semester.

- How's that left quad doing?
- It's still sore.

Had a falling out with my parents.

How I either quit or got fired
from six different jobs.

- That's it.
- All right. There we go.

But looking back I think the most
important thing to understand is

I was completely lost.

Sorry. It fell.

That's okay, Gary.

I was 22 years old

massaging rich dudes in Miami Beach
for 75 bucks an hour.

But I'd had enough.

It was time to change shit up.

And I had a big idea.

My plan was to sell
quality bed sheets wholesale

to all the retirement homes
in South Florida.

And there were hundreds of them.

- It feels really soft.
- It should.

It's Egyptian cotton, 400 thread count.

I mean, it's pretty much top of the line
for institutional use.

I don't know. It seems excessive.

Well, at $29 per unit,
it's far from excessive.

David, do you know the average age
of a resident here at Hilldale?

Um, no, I don't.

- Eighty-two years old.
- Wow.

Have you ever seen the skin
on an 82-year-old man?

Have you ever felt it?

Yeah. Actually,
I'm a certified massage therapist

and a lot of my clients are elderly.

Then you should know.

These sheets,

it would be like wrapping
a lizard in cashmere.

Would you do that?

Would you wrap a lizard in cashmere?

I guess not.

Then why would you expect me to?

My nephew.

He's good, right?

I'd sunk my entire life savings
into 65 cases of premium bed sheets

but I overlooked one crucial factor.

No one really cares about old people.

Why don't you just sell them back?

It doesn't work like that.
I bought them in bulk.

I'm so fucked.

You're not fucked.

Pete's fucked.

He's dead.

Holy shit. Is that Efraim?

Yeah.

I thought he was still in LA.

Me too.

- He was a great friend.
- Thank you.

He looks so tan.

Efraim Diveroli
was my best friend growing up.

But I hadn't seen him since he was shipped
off to live with his uncle in 10th grade.

I think our parents wanted to keep us
as far apart as possible.

There is no table of contents
in the Book of Life.

We don't know if we're at the beginning
of a new chapter, or the end of a story.

Which is why we must be grateful
every time the page turns.

Did you come back just for this?

Fuck no! I barely knew Pete.

I was hoping to see you here.

You know your mom
wouldn't give me your number?

What, did you call my house?

No, I was fucking her.

She still hates me, huh?

Yeah, most likely.

I missed you, bro.

Yeah, me too.

Let's go for a ride.

Uh...

I can't. I got a client at 4:00.

Fuck that shit. Cancel it.

Your boy's back in town.

Come on!

So, what happened with LA, man?

Why did you move back?

Oh, you know I was working
for my uncle, right?

Yeah, I heard that you were, like,
a gun dealer or something.

Pretty much. I mean,

we'd buy seized weapons at police auctions
and resell them on the Internet.

Cool.

It was cool until my uncle
scumbagged me over 70 grand.

Holy shit. Seventy grand?

Whatever. Fuck him.
I made a bunch of money.

I decided I'd come back to Miami,
start up my own shop.

Cool.

Yo, where's this guy live?

It's, like, five more minutes.
You got somewhere you gotta be?

No.

All right. So, I can't figure out
which is worse.

The fact that you sell
bed sheets to old age homes

or that you jerk guys off for money.

For the record,
I'm a licensed massage therapist, okay?

Totally legit.

Okay. But at the end,
the guys have to come, right?

Like, on your chest or whatever?

You know what? Fuck you.

Fuck you, buddy.

Bro, do you remember the last time
we went to buy weed together?

Of course I do. It was fucking traumatic.

Yeah, but do you remember the next day,
when we walked into school

and everybody knew that we got arrested?

Yeah, we were gangsters, bro.

We thought we ran South Beach.

We did run yeshiva.

We didn't take shit from anyone.

Yeah, I miss that.

You miss yeshiva?

No, I miss

not taking shit from anyone.

Yo!

He out. You looking for weed?

Depends. You got good shit?

Put it this way. I sell him his shit.

What's up with this nigga, man?

Cool. Can you do an ounce?

Yeah, no sweat. Three bills.

Three hundred. I like it.

You get the better price
when you come direct to the distributor.

I guess so.

All right.

Yeah, so, she opened the door.

And I'm like, "Yo. Chill.
I ain't about that drama."

You know what I mean?

"I know you got
another nigga in the crib."

What's up?

What?

Can I get the shit?

What shit?

I just gave you $300 for some weed.

Any of you niggas ever
seen this motherfucker before?

I ain't seen shit.

Man, get the fuck out of here.

- All right. All right, okay.
- Yeah, yeah.

This white boy wild.

Parachute pants.

Looking like Jay Leno and shit.

Look like he going to church.

Yo, yo, hold up, hold up, man.

- What the fuck.
- Shit!

Come on! Where's everybody going?

I thought we were gonna hang out.

What a bunch of assholes.

What the fuck was that? Are you crazy?

It's cool, bro.

I have a Class 3 Firearms license.

- Huh?
- Come on, get in.

I know another dealer nearby.

It's weird. We were the same age,
but I always looked up to Efraim.

When life kicked me, I stayed down.

But not Efraim. He kicked back.

Mr. President, we want to thank you

for visiting us here today.

We are honored to be serving our country,

and proud to welcome you,

our wartime Commander in Chief...

- Hey.
- Hey, sweetie.

How was the funeral?

It was amazing.

Oh, my God. You're so stoned, aren't you?

Huh? What?

You just described a funeral as "amazing."

What? No. The funeral was really sad.

Yeah, everyone was totally bummed out.

But I ran into my friend from growing up.

The guy I told you about. Efraim Diveroli?

The one you got arrested with?

Yeah. I mean, we did
some other stuff too, but...

Anyway, he just moved back to Miami.

That's great, right?

Yeah. I'm supposed
to swing by his office tomorrow.

We're gonna grab lunch.

- Okay.
- Are you hungry?

- Hmm?
- I'm so hungry.

- We don't have much here.
- Oh.

- I mean, we have pizza.
- Really?

- And nachos.
- We have nachos?

And ice cream.

Wait, what? We never have ice cream.

You're fucking with me, aren't you?

That is so mean.

That was so easy.

Hello?

Hello, Mr. Borstein.
This is David Packouz.

You told me to call today at 11:00.

I have those bed sheets with me,
and I would love for you to take a look.

Uh, sir, if you give me the chance

I am confident that your residents

will appreciate the difference.

It's an expense we can't justify,
and we're just not interested.

Uh-huh.

Okay, well, thank you for your time.

Yeah, this is contract specialist

Lindsey Michaels
from Army Command, Picatinny.

That's right.

Yeah, I sent out a solicitation
for some 249s for Basra

and we seem to have
misplaced your paperwork.

Great. So if you can go ahead
and just re-email me those numbers.

Actually, you know what?
On second thought,

we're about to make
a decision on those RFPs.

Why don't you go ahead and just give me
your bid while I got you here on the phone?

Uh-huh.

And does that include mags?

Great. Yes, sir.

You keep supplying the guns,
we'll keep killing the bad guys.

God bless you.

What a fucking tool. What's up, bro?

Yo, what's up, man?
What was that all about?

Oh, that was me
impersonating an army officer.

Really? What for?

To find out what my competitor's
bidding on a contract.

It's fucking genius.

I thought that you said you sold, like,
seized weapons to gun nuts on the Internet.

Not anymore.

Now I only sell to one gun nut.

Oh, yeah? Which one?

The U.S. Military, motherfucker.

Wanna do a bong hit?

Pretty sick, huh?

So what, you sell these things
to the Pentagon?

I sell all kinds of shit to the Pentagon.

Guns, bullets, body armor.

Last week, I shipped 400 gas masks
to American Special Forces in Iraq.

No shit.

How long you been doing this for?

Two, three months.

And you make good money?

Oh! Fuck, man.

Put it this way.
I did over 200K in the past eight weeks.

And I'm only telling you that
because you're my boy.

I'm not bragging.

Holy shit.

Yeah. Check this out.

Fed Biz Opps stands for
Federal Business Opportunities.

Think eBay, but for war.

- They buy tanks on here?
- Bro, they buy everything on here.

It was crazy.

The government had a public website

containing every military contract
currently up for bidding.

But I skip the big ticket items,
and look for the small-ball shit

that giant defense contractors ignore.

Everybody's fighting over the same pie.

But they're ignoring the crumbs.

I live on crumbs, like a rat.

And when you're dealing with the Pentagon,
crumbs are worth millions.

These listings seemed to go on forever.

And according to Efraim, they did.

Thanks, man.

So, I don't get it.

If there's an entire defense industry,

why would the Pentagon
want to buy anything from you?

They don't want to, they have to.

Remember Little League?

How, at the end of the season,
they'd give out that big MVP trophy

and that one kid would always win it?

Yeah, Evan Talbot.

Right. But then, one year,
somebody's mom complained?

Then they had to give everybody
a little trophy so they wouldn't feel bad?

Even that fat retarded kid,
Robbie Friedman, got one.

That's kind of like what's happening here.

I'm still confused, man.

The Pentagon fucked up
when they were rebuilding the Iraqi Army.

They gave all these no-bid contracts
to Cheney's boys, and they got caught.

So Bush started this initiative
to level the playing field

and now every Pentagon purchase,
every gun, every grenade,

every bullet, gets offered to
small businesses for bidding.

And sure, the big dogs
still get the big trophies.

But the Pentagon's
got to give little trophies

to all the Robbie Friedmans of the world.

So, basically, you're a fat retarded kid.

Bro, I'm the fattest and most retarded.

In a speech today, President Bush
said that contrary to reports

he has no plans to attack Iran.

The President said, "That's ridiculous.

"We didn't even have plans
when we attacked Iraq. "

David.

Yeah?

Remember a few weeks ago, in the car
on the way home from my mom's house?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Well, this happened.

How the fuck are you going to feed a baby?

Have you even thought about this?

What are you going to do?

Jerk men off the rest of your life?

Yeah, that's the plan.
I'm gonna feed my kid by jerking men off.

Sorry.

Okay, good. Well, at least
you thought it through.

It's not funny.

Dude, I am so fucked.

I think you should come work for me.

What are you talking about?

Seriously, I need the help.

David, look at me.

Bush opened the floodgates in Iraq.

It's a fucking gold rush.

That's really nice of you, Efraim.

Fuck nice! Who cares about nice?

I've been looking to bring
somebody on for a while now.

The problem is, I don't trust anyone.

But you're my boy.

I mean, no offense,
but I'm against this war.

Me and Iz are going to rallies
and signing petitions.

Yeah, dude, I'm against the war too.

I fucking hate Bush.

But this isn't about being pro-war.

The war is happening.

This is about being pro-money.

The more Efraim talked,
the more it made sense.

Besides, compared to my other prospects,

this was the chance of a lifetime.

My only issue was, what would I tell Iz?

I think it's a great idea.

So I lied.

You know I've always
believed in this business.

I told her that Efraim
had great contacts in the government.

And instead of selling bed sheets

to penny-pinching retirement homes

we'd now be selling sheets
to the free-spending,

overfunded U.S. Military.

It's genius.

I had to lie. Iz hated the war.

She had two cousins serving in Iraq.

She also hated the mountain of bed sheets
that were taking up half our apartment.

I spent the next six weeks
in a crash course on arms dealing.

The Herstal 556 light machine gun.

Belgian, but made under license
in lots of places.

When it came to this shit,
Efraim knew everything.

Makes, models, weights, where it was made.

Remember, there's been an arms embargo
against China since Tiananmen Square.

And if there was an angle to
be played, he knew about that too.

You have to read between
the lines with this stuff.

All the money is made between the lines.

I'd spend my entire day
scouring the government's website,

searching for overlooked contracts
that we could squeeze our way into.

Hey, I think I got something.

Hey, Georgia, I gotta call you back.

And then, in the middle of the night

we'd be back in the office,
working the phones.

Forging relationships

with weapon manufacturers
all over Eastern Europe.

No, David Packouz from AEY.

I told Iz we were doing conference calls
with sheet suppliers in Pakistan.

They called guys like us war dogs.

Bottom feeders who make money off of war

without ever stepping foot
on the battlefield.

It was meant to be derogatory,
but we kinda liked it.

You fucking scumbag piece of shit!

Drown, motherfucker, drown!

Very nice.

Ralph Slutsky was Efraim's silent partner.

He was a local businessman

who owned 14 dry cleaners
all across Miami.

Why didn't anybody tell me
the mister is broken?

Ralph put up the money to back the deals
in exchange for 25% of the company.

Or at least what he thought was 25%.

We're doing God's work, Ralph.

We really are.

You know, every Jew owes a debt to Israel.

In my mind, this is not
a metaphorical debt.

Ralph was under the impression
that Efraim was an observant Jew

who only dealt arms as a means

to protect Israel from her enemies.

Beautifully said.

Did you happen to catch
last Friday's Torah portion?

- One of my favorites.
- Same here.

It reminds me so much
of this story I once read.

About a young man traveling to Pinsk.

And that was Efraim's genius.

He would figure out
who someone wanted him to be

and he would become that person.

Ah!

And he's got, like, 20,000 of them.

Great. Where did you find this guy?

You remember Victor in the Ukraine?

Yeah, the one with the Mk3s?

Yeah. He turned me
on to this company in Cyprus.

It's run by this guy, Henry Girard.

Henry Girard?

Yeah, you know him?

You spoke to Henry Girard?

A couple of times. Why? Who is he?

Dude, for the last 20 years,
this guy has basically supplied

both sides of every conflict
on the planet.

He's a fucking animal.

Really? Why is he calling me?

Because he's a fucking animal.

It's all money and it all matters.

Hey, mami, where are you going?

I'm trying to find my friends.

You want to make some money?

Excuse me?

I'll give you $1,000 right now

if we fast forward to our third date.

What does that even mean?

It means we just had a great dinner,
maybe met your friends for some drinks

and now you're about to blow me in my car.

Can we just get right to that part?

Who the fuck are you?

Efraim Diveroli.

That's my best friend, David.

And we're international arms dealers.

But you already know that

because we're on our third date.

- What's going on?
- Nothing, bro.

I'm about to get out of here with my girl.

What the fuck, man!

Oh, my God.

That guy was not fucking around.

Yeah, you probably should have
picked a different girl.

Fuck that, it almost worked.

Hey, do you remember when you fought
Eric Moscowitz in sixth grade?

Yeah, he did that windmill thing
with his arms.

That was the sickest. He was unbeatable.

You remember that shit?

That's it.

Dude, he would have killed me
if you didn't jump in.

Probably. Mmm.

Hey, I never said "thank you."

For everything.

Come on, you know how much
you've helped me out lately.

It's cool. You don't have to
make it weird, all right?

Hey, can we order some food?

Mami, come on.
I could have gone to Cuba and back.

Met the family,
grabbed a couple sandwiches.

I'd be done by now.

Hello?

Yes, sir. Sorry, I wasn't expecting
a work call this late.

Right, of course.
It's 9:00 a.m. in Baghdad.

Who is it?

That's great news, Captain Santos.

Yes, sir.

We're going to get right on that.

Thank you. Bye.

What?

We just got the Beretta deal.

Get the fuck out of here.

I swear to God.

The Beretta deal was massive.

It was 10 times bigger
than anything we'd closed so far.

This was next level shit.

That's what I'm fucking talking about!

That's real money, motherfucker! Fuck!

Do you realize we're going to make 600K

on this fucking thing?

Holy shit.

David, your 30% is $180,000.

Holy fucking shit!

It was amazing.

I'd been working with Efraim
for two months

and was already about to make more money

than a lifetime of massages.

Listen.

What is that?

That's your baby's heartbeat.

Wow.

Can you believe how fast it is?

- Is that normal?
- Totally normal.

Fetuses have a much faster heart rate
than we do.

Look.

So, you guys want to know the sex?

We keep going back and forth on it.

- What do you think?
- Um...

This is work. I have to take it.

I'm so sorry.

This is David.

This is Captain Santos in Baghdad

checking on the delivery
status of my Berettas.

Captain, good to hear from you.

Yes, we are on target. All good.

Great. I was worried

those guns were coming
direct out of Italy.

Absolutely. They are, sir.

Packouz, please tell me

you're aware of the legislation
the Italians passed last week.

The one banning
all arms shipments to Iraq.

I had no clue what he was talking about.

But this was a huge fucking problem.

Berettas are an Italian gun.

Made and manufactured in Italy.

Uh...

Of course.

I am. I've been on the phone

for the last three days,
making other arrangements.

Great. That's what I wanted to hear.

Iraqi police force is depending on you.

Well, you tell them AEY
has got them covered.

- Outstanding.
- Thanks, Captain. Talk soon.

Everything okay?

Yeah. Yeah, everything's fine.

What happened? We done already?

Yeah. Guess what?

It's a girl.

Baby.

Okay. At least I hit something.

Seriously, what the fuck
are we going to do?

Relax, bro.

Should I just call him back
and tell him the truth?

When does telling the truth
ever help anybody?

Efraim, we can't dick around with this guy

and then not deliver.

We're going to deliver.
I already figured it out.

We use Jordan.

Jordan Goldfarb?

Jordan...

Jordan the country.

It shares a border with Iraq.
It's a U.S. ally.

And most importantly, there's no embargo.

Okay, so what do we tell the Italians?

Fuck them! As far as they're concerned

they're sending 5,000 Berettas
to a country they have no issue with.

All we have to do is ship the guns

from Jordan to Baghdad.

It's called circumvention.

Is that legal?

It's not illegal.

Want to try?

How did that charity thing go?

It was 5K, right?

It was supposed to be a 5K.

Uh, I finished about 1 K of it.

So, I should probably return
four-fifths of the money.

So, Andrew told me

you and Efraim are working together now?

Really?

Yeah, I told her about the sheet thing.

Yeah. Efraim has some contacts
with the government.

So we're just combining forces right now.

Yeah, just... Just be careful with him.

- Emily, don't.
- What?

How do you mean?

Well, his cousin, Rebecca,
is an old friend of mine.

We went to camp together.

And she told me
that he stole $70,000 from her father.

Whoa, really?

That's interesting.

I actually heard
it was the other way around.

That his uncle is the one
who stole the money from him.

See? You don't know.

Everyone has their own version of a story.

No, I'm pretty certain.

Their whole family
stopped talking to him over it.

Yo! Why aren't you answering your phone?

Hey, what's up, man?

Fuck is this?

Everyone, this is David's
business partner, Efraim.

- Hey, man.
- Hey, man.

Bro, could I talk to you
outside for a minute?

- It's urgent.
- Yeah, of course.

And for the record,
I'm also his best friend,

so probably should have been
invited to whatever this is.

Look, these are her friends.
This is her dinner party.

Rosen is her friend now? That Jew fuck?

Trust me, you don't want to be here.

I don't want to be here, all right?

Now, what's going on?

Jordanian customs seized our Berettas.

- What? Why?
- I don't fucking know, David.

I dropped out of high school before
they covered international diplomacy.

- Who's that?
- Fuck, it's Santos.

He knows!

Pick it up, I want to listen.

- Pick... Pick up the fucking phone.
- This is David.

Yeah, I just heard my guns
are being held up in Jordan.

Captain Santos, yes,
there's been a slight hiccup.

What are they even doing in Jordan?

Not to worry.

They're in a hangar in Amman.
Totally safe.

My team and I are working
on a solution right now.

You didn't answer my question.

What the fuck are my guns doing in Jordan?

Captain Santos, this is Efraim Diveroli.

President of AEY, sir.

David has apprised me of the situation and
we are looking at options as we speak.

Options? What kind of options?

Well, are you familiar
with the Corvus TP1 9?

That's Brazilian and it's shit.

Contract says Berettas, I want Berettas.

Sir, I need you to work
with us a little on this.

Let me get this straight.

I'm in the ass crack of the world,
defending your freedom.

And I got to work with you shit bags?

Look, I don't know

if those Berettas are really in Amman or
if you're just trying to goose your profits

like every other piece of shit
in your miserable, rat-fuck profession.

Either way, you're endangering my mission.

I'm shutting you down.

I'm canceling you for cause.

Getting canceled for cause
was a death sentence.

It meant we would never
win another contract.

Captain, please do not do that.

I know you're upset.

But from one Christian to another

my wife and I are having
serious financial problems.

Our son, Lucas, is in the hospital.

Medical bills are through the roof.

If you do this, it'll ruin me.
It'll ruin my family.

As God as my witness,

I will get you your guns.

Hello?

What a fucking piece of shit!
Do you believe this fucking guy?

- Fuck.
- What's going on?

What guns, David?

Are you fucking kidding me?

You told me you guys
were selling bed sheets.

Yeah, and I also told you
that we're selling other stuff too.

I thought you meant pillows!

Look, I can't support a kid
by giving massages.

Okay? And nobody
was buying the bed sheets.

No, David, you lied to me.

Because I know how you feel about the war.

I thought we both felt that way!

I'm five months pregnant!

And it's a problem
if I can't trust the man

I'm having a baby with!

- Of course you can trust me.
- Really?

Because five minutes ago, I didn't
even know you were an arms dealer!

I'm not an arms dealer.

What we do is perfectly legal.

We work for the government.
We're middlemen.

We don't touch the guns,
we don't see the guns.

We never even leave the office.

Hey, sorry to interrupt.
It's time sensitive.

David, do you have a passport?

What? Yeah, why?

We have to go to Jordan. Like, ASAP.

Straighten this shit out.

We gotta talk, whatever, okay?

Yeah.

Yo, you window or aisle?

- Excuse me, sorry.
- Yeah, we just landed.

- Excuse me.
- The Embassy call?

Excuse me. Okay, bye.

- Sorry, kind of an emergency.
- Excuse me. Sorry.

Don't worry, I have to go first.
I'm American.

I'm sorry.

The American Embassy
offered little to no help

in dealing with the Ministry of Customs.

So we took matters into our own hands.

He says your permit has expired

and that you can't fly your crates
out of Jordan without one.

Yeah, we know. That's why we're here.

Look, we were told that
you know people in the government,

that maybe you can help us out.

He says it will take six weeks
to get a new permit.

Yeah, that's the issue.
We don't have six weeks.

We need our guns today.

Look, I don't want to come off
as the ugly American here.

And maybe I don't understand
the rituals of your culture

but this feels like the moment

where we are supposed to offer
him a gift, am I correct?

- You are correct.
- All right.

$1,400 U.S. Cool?

Cool, man.

Could have just started with that,
you know, saved all this bullshit.

I like your shades.

Tell him I'll give him
100 bucks for those shades.

Tell him in gibberish.

No way. Alligator.

Yeah, I know. I...

It's Lacoste. It's actually a crocodile.

I like fancy shit, that's my thing.

Tell him.

For three days, we didn't hear anything.

It was ridiculous.

Our entire business was riding on the word
of an 11-year-old translator.

Motherfucker! He ripped us off!

We don't know that yet.

No! I know what it feels like
to fuck somebody.

I also know what it feels like
to get fucked by somebody.

And we just got fucked.

You need to chill out.

How am I supposed to chill out, David?

We're in a Muslim country,
I can't even get a blowjob!

It's embarrassing!

It's chaos here! Fuck!

Yeah.

Right now?

We're coming down.

That was Aladdin. They're in the lobby.

See that? Come on.

Hold on. Are you fucking kidding me?

What's the problem?

You wanted your guns back,
he got you your guns back.

What? No, we said we needed a permit
to fly them to Iraq.

Exactly, but you don't need
a permit to drive them.

You expect us to drive them to Iraq?

Why not? Marlboro is the best
smuggler in all of Jordan.

Who, this?

This is the best smuggler
in all of Jordan?

Yeah, he drives to Baghdad
three, four times a month.

Efraim, you want to weigh in here?

Yo, how far is it to Baghdad?

- Why are you asking him that?
- 800 kilometers.

And he knows what he's doing?

Efraim, stop.

- 100% the best.
- Come on.

It's like 500 miles.
We'll be there by morning.

You seriously want to drive to Baghdad?

David, we're gunrunners.

Let's go run some fucking guns.

Let's go.

Come on.

Hey, seriously, is this safe?
Driving to Baghdad?

Yes, very safe.

50-50.

50-50? What, like 50% we live, 50% we die?

Yes. That is why we drive through night.

It is much safer.

How much safer?

50-50.

Bro, what the fuck!

Obviously, he doesn't know
what 50-50 means.

Oh, my God.

Hey, what about gas though?
It's a long trip, no?

No problem. Petrol free in Iraq.

No kidding.

- Free gas?
- Yeah.

See what I'm talking about? Iraq is dope.

I'm thinking about getting a place there.

Free gas.

Fucking cool, man.

What is that?

What?

You don't see that?

What the fuck?

Hey, why are you slowing down, man?

It's okay, it's okay.

What's okay?

Whoa, whoa. What the fuck, bro?

It's okay. Border.

What, this?

Fuck.

- Jesus.
- Put down.

- Huh?
- Put down.

Whoa, whoa.

Cigarettes.

For you.

Welcome.

It was fucking surreal.

Six months ago,
I was a massage therapist in Miami Beach.

And now, here I was,
driving a truckload of guns

through the Iraqi desert

with my best friend from junior high.

Marlboro?

Hey, Marlboro?

Bro!

There's a dead body in the gas station!

What the fuck!

Where are we? Where's Marlboro?

Did you not hear what I just said?

There's a fucking dead body in there, man!

Yes, I heard you.

All right, we're in a war zone, bro.

There's dead bodies, relax.

All right, I gotta take a leak.

What?

Be careful.

I'm good, bro.
I know how to take a piss, all right?

Shit.

Fuck.

- Hello?
- Hey.

Hey, babe, is everything okay?

Yeah.

What time is it there?

It's, uh, 7:30 in the morning.

Shit, did I wake you?

No, I'm just at the hotel.
We're about to have some breakfast.

Listen, I'm not saying I like it,

but I get why you're doing this.

You do?

This whole time I never thought
about what you must be going through.

All the pressure you're under.

It's just the lying that kills me.

It makes me feel like I'm in this alone.

No, you're not in this alone.

I need you to know
that you can tell me anything, David.

We're partners, remember?

David?

Yeah, I gotta call you right back.

- Is everything okay?
- Yeah, everything's fine.

I'm just going to call you
right back, okay?

I love you. Bye.

Efraim!

Efraim!

- What?
- Look!

Marlboro!

Fuck! What the fuck, bro.

Holy shit, they have guns, man!

I know!

Go, go! Come on.

What the fuck! It won't start!

Where the fuck is Marlboro?

- I got it!
- Go! Go!

No, no, no!

Wait, wait, wait!

Wait! No!

Run, motherfucker! Jump in!

Holy shit! They're getting
closer. Come on, man. Go!

Go, go!

Come on!

Are you kidding me?

We stopped for gas in Fallujah?

You cheap fuck!

Go!

Fuck you, Marlboro!

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck.

We're gonna die!

You wanted to drive
to Baghdad, you asshole!

They're stopping.

What the fuck? Look.

Holy fuck, bro.

Oh, fuck! All right!

God bless Dick Cheney's America!

Look at this fucking place. Oh, my God.

Excuse me, sir?

What?

There are some guys here to see you.

Some guys?

What kind of guys?

Hey, Marlboro!

Give us a smile, gorgeous.

Let me see those pearly yellows.

You're like an Iraqi Tom Selleck, bro.

You guys are AEY?

Yes, sir. David Packouz.

This is my colleague, Efraim Diveroli.

We spoke on the phone.

I remember.

You drove these?

Through the Triangle of Death?

Fucking A right we did.

Kip, take these boys over to the cage,
get them paid.

Right away, sir.

I was wrong about you two.

Great fucking job, boys.

Great fucking job.

Holy shit, the Triangle of Death, bro?

That's right.
That's the AEY guarantee, bitch.

We drive through all triangles,
including your mom's.

Hey, Kip, snap a photo of us, pal.

All right.

Ready?

- How's my hair?
- It's good, slicked back.

Thank you.

- Got you.
- Let me see it.

Helmut fucking Newton over here.

All right, man.

- Perfect.
- All right, all right.

Let's go get fucking paid.

Holy shit.

Crazy, right? $12.2 billion.

It's all seized
from the godfather himself.

You guys call
Saddam Hussein the godfather?

Look at all this cash, bro.
What would you call him?

$2.8 million.

- Just sign here.
- You got it.

We got a military escort to the airport

and got the fuck out of Baghdad.

There was almost $3 million in cash

stuffed into our Army-issued duffel bags.

You might think
after barely surviving Iraq

that we'd be done.

But you'd be wrong.

You see, the Beretta deal
put us on the map.

After that, we started killing it.

We bought matching Porsches.

We bought two apartments
in the same building.

Oh, my God.

Holy shit, bro.

Oh!

Whoo!

Ralph was so happy with his returns

that he increased his original investment

in AEY by $10 million.

That gave us enough capital
to pursue more deals

and expand the company.

Which is exactly what we did.

I cannot stress this enough.

You need to be scouring this website.

Day and night.

It is updated by the minute.

There are tens of thousands of
solicitations on this website.

Each one is 40 to 50 pages long.

If you see something interesting,

you bring it to me.

If you bring it to me,

I'll make you rich.

Fact, 18 months ago,

David here was jerking off guys for money.

Actually, that is not a fact.

That is absolutely a fact.

Now he drives a Porsche.

And that's all because of AEY.

Do you have any questions?

Um, I have a question.

What does AEY stand for?

What do you mean? Like morally?

No, I mean what do the letters mean?

That's fucking...

What does IBM stand for? Nothing.

It just... It just sounds professional.

Uh, actually, IBM stands for
International Business Machines.

What did you say?

IBM stands for
International Business Machines.

Get the fuck out of here.

I'm serious.
You're not going to work here.

Get the fuck out of my office,
you fucking nerd!

Go!

And for the record,
AEY doesn't stand for anything.

Fuck! What a dick.

Does anybody else have any questions?

Sleep. I got her.

All right. All right.

Hi.

I know.

I know. It's okay.

Okay.

What?

360,000 SVD sniper rifles.

1,084,000 GP-30 grenades.

45,000 SKO aviation rockets.

The Pentagon's arming the Afghans
for the next 30 years.

They're building a whole army.

Wait, that's got to be a typo.

It's not.

100 million rounds of AK-47 ammo?

Bro, these aren't crumbs.

This is the whole fucking pie.

Among defense contractors,

this would come to be known
as the Afghan deal.

It would be the biggest opportunity

AEY would ever see.

We had to go for it.

So, where do you go
to arm an entire country?

Vegas X is where
military and manufacturers

come together to unveil
the latest in warfare.

It's like Comic-Con with grenades.

Sure, most of these guys
didn't know who AEY was.

But we saw that as an advantage.

- You got your list?
- Got it.

- You feel good?
- Yeah, I feel pretty good.

You know, this is different
than doing business on the phone.

When they look at us,
they're going to see two kids.

So we have to show them our balls.

Got it.

We need to be fucking thugs,
you understand?

Understood.

All right, good. Let's kill this shit.

But it was a complete disaster.

We quickly learned that

even if we could land the Afghan deal,

it would be a logistical nightmare.

Jerry, good to see you.

To source a deal of this magnitude

would mean piecing together

multiple vendors
from all around the world.

Whoa, whoa.

Get out of here.

It would require dozens of shipping outfits

and hundreds of permits.

We need 100 million rounds.

All that could be okay
for a major defense contractor.

But not for us.

Honestly, we were out of our league.

Change $10,000.

Any luck today?

Efraim!

What's up, bro?

Where you been? Why aren't you
answering your phone?

I'm with a prostitute. What's up?

Okay, you need to get dressed
and come with me right now.

All right, uh, give me

38 minutes.

Efraim, Henry Girard is down at the bar,
waiting for us.

Get the fuck out of here.

I'm dead serious.

Shit.

Okay.

Henry Girard was a legend
among arms dealers.

When they hung Saddam Hussein
for crimes against humanity

it was said that Henry sold them the rope.

Hey, Henry, sorry I'm late.

This is my partner
I was telling you about.

- Efraim Diveroli.
- Nice to meet you.

It's an absolute pleasure.

Henry has a dinner in 10 minutes,

but I wanted you to hear this firsthand.

I showed him the list and he can help.

Great. With which part?

All of it.

He can fill the whole order.

- The whole order?
- Mmm-hmm.

Even the AK ammo?

Not a problem.

You do know it's
100 million rounds, right?

Henry has contacts in Albania.

Albania?

They spent decades preparing
for a Western invasion that never came.

That country is one giant arsenal.

It's all just sitting there.

Tell him the best part.

They're in the process of joining NATO,

so they have to dispose of all
of their Soviet era weapons.

They are literally dismantling it
and turning it into scrap.

I can get most of the shit
for pennies on the dollar.

Now, tell him the other best part.

You're looking at the exclusive agent
for the whole fucking thing.

This was the magic bullet.

One supplier who could
fill the entire Afghan deal.

This wouldn't just put us in contention.

We might actually win this thing.

Sorry, I have a question.

Sure.

With that kind of hookup

why don't you just bid
on the contract yourself?

Full disclosure?

I'm barred from doing any business
with the U.S. government.

I'm on a watch list.

Like a terrorist watch list?

Mmm-hmm.

- Got it.
- Wait, what?

Okay, how much for the AK ammo?

- 10 cents a round.
- That's fucking amazing.

And what about shipping?

You can get Ilyushin 76
through Russian pilots.

80K per flight.

I'm sorry, you're on
a terrorist watch list?

What the fuck!

Do you work for Homeland Security?
Relax, bro.

You two should probably talk this over.

We will. But we are very interested.

Good. My flight leaves
tomorrow morning at 10:00.

I can't spend more than 48 hours
in this dump.

That's what I always say.
Vegas is a two-day town.

I was talking about America.

We're talking exclusive access
to a stockpile

of Soviet Bloc non-standard
weapons and ammo.

That's going to win this deal for us.

He's on a terrorist watch list!

Whatever. People end up on that list
for bringing scissors onto an airplane!

That's not why he's on the list.

Look, the Pentagon wants
100 million rounds of AK-47 ammo

in the middle of a worldwide shortage.

Where do you think
they think that's going to come from?

A bunch of shady motherfuckers
like that guy.

This is the job.

To do business with the people in places

the U.S. government
can't do business with directly.

It's as simple as that.

Fuck!

Hey, boys.

So we discussed it,
and we'd like to move forward.

Fantastic. Congratulations.

- But we have to see the merchandise.
- Oh, of course.

On site, in person.

You guys ever been to Albania?

Honestly, until last night

I didn't even know it was
a real fucking country.

Oh, it's a beautiful place.

Come on in. I'll call my guy
and we'll set it up.

Albania is a lot of things.

But a beautiful place is not one of them.

It took us three separate flights

and 22 hours just to get there.

Henry's people sent a driver

to pick us up at the airport

and the guy would not stop talking.

I fall over, she revive me.

But none of that diminished
Efraim's enthusiasm.

He really believed
this could be the answer.

Welcome, AEY.

I am Yili Pinari,

head of Albania's largest
military export company.

Efraim Diveroli. Good to see you.

This is my business associate,
David Packouz.

- Glad to meet you.
- How you doing?

Uh...

Thank you for the sign.

Oh. It's for you.

Yes, I know.
I said thank you for the sign.

So, show us what you got.

What is this place?

Storage for the Albanian army.

We have 700 more like it
across the country.

You have 700 warehouses like this?

Not just warehouse.

We use church, hospital, school.

Albania is most armed country
in the world.

Hey, that's cool. Congrats, bro.

It was like a fucking museum in there.

Most of this shit hadn't seen daylight

since the Cold War.

But that didn't matter to us.

All we cared about was the AK ammo.

It's okay. We have plenty
of what you came for.

All these containers
are filled with your bullets.

What do you mean,
all the bullets are right here?

126 million rounds.

Fuck me.

Yeah. Fuck us all.

How old are these?

30, maybe 40 years. AK-47 bullets

can last forever if properly stored.

Right. Well, how were these stored?

Uh, who gives a fuck
how these were stored?

All that matters is they fucking work.

Do they work?

You try.

They fucking worked.

The entire defense industry
was scrambling over this deal.

And the key to it was sitting
in 23 shipping containers

in the back of a rusted out warehouse
on the other side of the world.

We got back with just enough time

to submit our bid
before the government's deadline.

And then we waited.

We waited five months.

Pa.

David!

- Is that Efraim?
- What?

- Is it?
- David!

We fucking won!

Holy shit. We won the Afghan deal.

- What?
- We won the Afghan deal!

- We won?
- We fucking won!

Bro! Are you fucking kidding me?

- We fucking won!
- Yeah, motherfucker!

Yeah! Yeah, motherfucker!

Before we could begin,

AEY still needed to be vetted
by the government.

It's a pain-in-the ass process

involving three separate audits

and an in-person interview.

The audits were the biggest hurdle.

I mean, we didn't even
have a real bookkeeper.

We didn't have real books.

We had to fabricate AEY's accounting

going back three years.

Ledgers, bank statements,
phony purchase orders,

we forged it all.

Two weeks later, we were in Rock Island,

Illinois for our big meeting

with procurement officers
from the U.S. Military.

We were pretty fucking nervous.

So Efraim thought it'd be a good idea
to get high in the parking lot.

Hold up.

Does it sound like
we're more than two people right now?

Yeah.

It was really strong shit.

Okay.

This is very impressive.

Very impressive.

Frankly, we were a tad concerned
with your performance history

against a deal of this size.

But after meeting you two face to face,

we feel like we're in good hands
on this one.

Well, we won't let you down,

sirs.

Not to mention,

your bid was far too attractive
for us to pass up.

Thank you. I mean, that's great to hear
because we really worked hard on this.

Sorry. Excuse me.

One of you just said

our bid was too attractive to pass up.

What did you mean by that, exactly?

He means you boys lowballed
the shit out of your competition.

Yeah. Uh...

By how much?

Millions.

Okay.

Just for me. I...

I'm curious, how many millions?

Well, technically, we're not supposed to
discuss that with you,

but what the hell.

You guys came in $53 million
lower than the nearest competition.

Fuck! Fuck!

Motherfucker!

$53 million.

We're okay.

Look at the bright side.

For once, the American taxpayer

is getting a good deal
on a defense contract.

Man, fuck the American taxpayer.

Hello?

Iz?

Hey, Ella. Hi.

How are you, sweetie?

Hey. Do you know
where her blue sandals are?

Oh, hey.

Um, I'm not sure.

But listen, can we talk for a sec?

Mmm-hmm.

I need to go back to Albania
for a couple weeks.

A month, tops.

Sure. No problem.

Hey, what's going on?

Ella and I are going to stay
with my mom for a while.

What? What are you talking about?

Iz, what happened?

How come you didn't tell me
you went to Iraq?

I was looking for the plumber's number

on your computer and I saw the photos.

I can explain.

You said you never left
the hotel room in Jordan.

I know. Because I didn't
want to freak you out.

Why is it every time I catch you in a lie

you try to convince me
that you lied for my benefit?

At what point do you
just admit you're a liar?

Iz, would you stop, please?

We said we'd tell each other everything.

- You promised!
- I know! Okay, I fucked up.

What else aren't you telling me?

- Nothing.
- No.

Seriously.

You know everything now.

Okay. Aren't you going to ask me
why I called the plumber?

Yeah, sure. What happened?

The pipe is leaking in the guest bathroom.

I found this.

Let me guess.
You didn't want to freak me out?

Okay, hold on.

So I hid some money under the sink.

What's the big deal?

The big deal is you hid it from me!

No, I didn't!

Then who did you hide it from?

I don't know. It was stupid. You're right.

We're going to leave
before you think of something else to say.

Iz, I'm sorry.

Iz!

Oh, fuck.

Hey, what's up, man?

What's up?

Just getting ready to leave.

What is that?

I just wanted to thank you
for agreeing to go on this trip.

It's not lost on me,

the sacrifice you're making
for this company.

And I really appreciate it.

"To my partner, David.
The world is yours."

- It's from Scarface.
- Of course, man. I remember.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Uh, hey, before I go,

I just wanted...

What's this?

It's our partnership agreement. 70-30.

I just wanted to make it official.

Yeah, of course.

- It's a good idea.
- Cool.

Man, eight fucking weeks in Albania.

Iz is going to hate me forever.

No, she's going to suck your cock
every day for a year.

Because we're on the verge
of making $30 million.

Yeah, man.

Go crush it.

Thanks, bro.

Nice.

Hey, you've reached Iz.
You know what to do.

Come on, Iz. Don't cut me off like this.

I'm in Albania, at the hotel.

Left the number with your mom.

And if you could please just call me back

because I really miss you. Okay?

And I love you.

Bye.

Good morning, buddy.

Hey, Bashkim.

Oh, I bring you Kolonat.
It's our McDonald's.

Yeah, I'm good. But thanks.

We go to work now?

Uh-huh. No, no, no.
I said I need two trucks.

Yeah, you just got the one here right now.

Yeah. Look, I got a cargo
plane sitting at the airport.

Yeah, I know. I know.

Hey, let me call you right back.

Hey, stop! Stop, stop!

Hold up, hold up, hold up!
Hey, turn that off!

What the fuck is that?

Where did you get this?

Yo! What's up?

Hey, man, we got a problem.

- Where you at?
- I'm at Liv, bro.

Trying to bang some Cuban chick
who's waiting for me at my table.

Why, what do we got?

Let me get this straight. I'm in Albania
right now freezing my ass off.

You're at Liv, trying to get laid?

David, it's 1:00 a.m. here.

I'm blowing off some steam.

Yeah, 1:00 a.m. is when you're
supposed to be at the office

because that's the middle of fucking day
in every country we do business with.

Look, we got a problem
with the AK ammunition.

- What kind of problem?
- It's Chinese.

Chinese, bro?
What does that even mean, Chinese?

It means it's from China.

What are you talking about?
I was there, I saw the ammo.

We both did.

Yeah, look, I don't know what to tell you.

They fucked us. Okay? We got played.

Hold on. How do you even
know it's Chinese?

There's Chinese writing
on every fucking crate.

Trust me, it's Chinese.

Yeah.

Henry, what the fuck!

We've been trying to reach you
for two days!

It's Efraim and David.

We have a serious fucking problem.

I'm listening.

The AK ammunition, it's Chinese.

What, you think the Afghans
who are getting

shot up by the Taliban give a shit
where their ammo comes from?

No, but the Pentagon does.

Henry, you know we can't use Chinese!

America has an embargo against China.

You had your boys show us the one crate
of Albanian ammo in the entire country.

I'm sorry, did anyone prevent you
from inspecting the other crates?

Did you even bother to ask
what the country of origin was?

Who the fuck would ask that?

Henry, I'm staring at 100 million rounds

of illegal Chinese ammunition
that you sold us.

What are we supposed to do?

Do your fucking job!

The U.S. government
wants to look the other way.

Don't give them a reason not to.

And while you're at it,
learn the difference between

"We have a problem"
and "You have a problem."

Fuck!

We were fucked. The ammo was worthless

and I was stuck in Albania
trying to piece together new suppliers

from all over Eastern Europe.

Holy shit.

What the fuck are you doing here, man?

I have a big idea.

How did you get in my room?

They let me in.

I'm a trustworthy guy.

Not only did they let me in,
they brought me room service.

Anyway, I have a big fucking idea.

Yeah? What's that?

What if we repack?

Repack what?

The bullets!

What if we repack them all?

100 million rounds?

David, it can be done.

Think about it.
We'll also save a fortune on shipping.

We trade out all the big,
heavy wooden crates

for light cardboard boxes.

Yeah, but it would still be Chinese ammo.

Look at this towel. Okay?

Turkish. Made in Turkey.

Not anymore. Now it's an Albanian towel.

It's only Chinese
if the packaging says it's Chinese.

Yeah. But I mean, that's
also fucking illegal, man.

We have two options.

We either repack this shit and send it off

or we can walk away
from a $300 million-deal.

What do you want to do?

When you put it like that
there's really only one option.

Our driver Bashkim
introduced us to his friend

who owned a boxing and storage company
out of Tirana.

This is Enver. I grew up with him.

Nice to meet you, Enver.

You too. Bashkim told me
a little about your situation.

Yeah, look, to put it simply,
we have a weight problem.

We're shipping
a large quantity of ammunition

from Albania to Afghanistan.

Right now, it's packed in heavy tins

inside big wooden crates.

And what we would like to do

is to transfer those bullets
into plastic bags

and then put those in double-walled,

corrugated fiberboard boxes.

Do you know what those are?

Yeah, of course. For what reason?

We just told you.

What the fuck is it with this country?

The original packaging, it's too heavy.

Too many crates. We need to streamline.

Okay. How many crates?

A lot. It's 100 million
rounds of ammunition.

Understood. But how many actual crates?

We have 68,520 crates.

I've seen it.

It's fucking crazy.

Done.

So 50 men, eight weeks.

I can do it for $100,000.

100,000 U.S. dollars?

Yeah.

- Give us a second.
- Yeah. One second, please.

Okay. I'm going to talk very seriously.

It was hard not to laugh.

I mean, not only was this guy
saving the entire deal,

but by repacking all the ammo

we would increase our profit margin
by almost $3 million.

Where should we get dinner tonight?

There's this place by the hotel.
It's pretty good.

Okay. All right, go ahead.

Okay, deal.

It was even better than we thought.

We were trading heavy wooden crates
for light cardboard boxes.

Eight ounce tins for plastic bags.

By repacking the ammo,

we would lighten our overall load
by 180 tons.

180 fucking tons!

That meant fewer flights
using lighter planes burning less fuel.

Which all added up to more money for us.

On December 8th, 2007,

AEY delivered the first 5 million rounds

to the Afghan army.

It went off without a hitch.

Come on, just say it once, sweetie.
Come on.

Say "dada." Say "dada."

We really have to go, David.

No, hey, five more minutes,
please? Please?

We're about to eat. My mom's waiting.

Ella, wave goodbye to Daddy. Hmm.

Bye-bye, Ella.

Merry Christmas. I love you.

Hey, can you give her to your mom
so that we can talk for a minute?

I'm sorry, David.

We'll call you in a couple days. Okay?

Bye.

Hey, this is David.

Bro, you want to hear
something totally fucked up?

Merry Christmas, Efraim.

It's Christmas?

That's why nobody's here.

I was about to fire the entire office.

Anyway, when I was over there,

I was talking to our boy, Bashkim.

Did you know his uncle

works at the Albanian defense ministry?

No, I didn't know that.

Well, he does.

So I said, "You know what would be
interesting to me, Bashkim?

"I'd be curious to know what Henry
is paying the Albanians for the AK ammo."

Efraim?

Do you know what he found out?

That motherfucker is paying
two and a half cents a round.

He's charging us a 400% markup!

Yeah. So what? We do the same thing.

Yeah, but this is our contract.

And we almost lost it because of him
and his Chinese fucking bullets.

But we didn't lose it.

That's not the point!

I want to figure out a way
to cut this cocksucker out of the deal.

Efraim, stop.

No, listen to me.

I'm serious, man.

We're making money, okay?

He's making money,
the whole thing is fucking working.

Don't mess with it.

I don't give a fuck. He's ripping us off!

Look, I'm serious, okay?

I'm going to be on the next flight
out of here if you pull that shit.

Whoa. Bro, you don't have to threaten me.

All right? I'm your partner.

Yeah, it doesn't always feel like that.

I found this deal. And I'm over here

doing all the work and you're in Miami
trying to sabotage it.

How am I sabotaging it?

By trying to fuck over Henry,
the way you fuck over everybody else.

You're right. Henry's our partner.

He's the reason we got this deal.

I was just looking out for us
and I took it too far.

Don't sweat it, bro. I'll leave it alone.

Thank you.

We can't push our luck
with this shit, man.

All right, I'll talk to you soon. Bye.

Whoa. What the fuck? Hey.

Fuck! Stop.

Stop! I don't understand!

Do you understand now?

Yeah. Yes.

Did you really think
you could cut me out of my own deal?

Please.

Fuck.

Fuck.

David, we need to talk.

Now's not a good time.

I have not been paid yet.

What do you mean? Like for the month?

Ever.

You haven't been paid anything?

Your partner doesn't return phone calls.

My guys need to be paid.

They are going to stop work.

David, I know the real reason

that you want ammunition repacked.

Okay, look, Enver. Listen to me.

I gotta fly to Miami right now.
I'll be back in a week.

But I promise you, the first thing
that I'm going do when I land

is make sure
you get your money wired, okay?

Okay.

David.

Airport, let's go.

David.

Look, I'm late for a flight.
I'll be back next week.

She said her husband
didn't come home last night.

Okay, what do you want me to do?

She's very worried. It is not like him.

Tell her I don't know her husband.

Who's your husband?

Bashkim.

No one ever heard from Bashkim again.

They never found a note,
they never found a body.

He just fell off the planet.

I was done with Albania.

I was never going back.

Hi.

Hey.

The reason I went to Albania
was to repackage Chinese ammunition

so we could disguise it
and sell it to the U.S. government.

That sounds illegal.

It is. But I'm done.

I swear, no matter what happens
for the rest of my life

I'm never going to lie to you again.

Mmm-hmm.

I love you so much, Iz.

What happened to your nose?

I was kidnapped by Albanian gangsters.

- I think it's broken.
- Oh, my God.

I think I'm going to go back
to being a massage therapist.

Is that okay?

Yes.

It was always okay.

Hey, you're back.

Whoa!

Bro, what are you doing back?
What happened to your face?

That's everything that's been delivered
on the Afghan deal.

I want my cut. I'm out.

What are you talking about?

He put a fucking gun to my head, man.

Who, Henry?

You said that you were going
to leave it alone.

Oh, fuck.

I fucked up.

I'm done, Efraim.

Look, you don't have to go back.

I hired this new guy, Ivan.

- He speaks Albanian.
- I'm done.

What, do you think
I just got 4 million bucks laying around?

I've thought it through.

I'll take 40 cents on the dollar.

Yeah, I thought it through too.

How about this?

How about zero cents on the dollar?

Let me remind you that we have a contract.

Fuck your contract!

If I asked you to build me a house,

and you quit after building me half a house,
you think I owe you half the money?

Is this a fucking joke, David?

You have two weeks.
Otherwise, you'll hear from my lawyer.

Who, Warren?

Are you talking about Warren?
He's my lawyer too.

I introduced you to him.

Fucking Warren.

Fuck!

AEY. How may I direct your call?

We fight.

Fight with our families,

fight with our business associates.

Sometimes we fight with our friends.

If God were here,

we'd probably fight with Him too.

Efraim has a heavy heart
over what's happened.

No offense, Ralph, but I'm not sure
you've ever met the real Efraim.

He's a complicated young man.

But he just wants to sit down and talk.

Find a fair solution.

He's asked me to mediate.

Let me help you, David.

I just don't know if I'm ready yet.

All right, here he is.

Hey, bro.

Good to see you.

Sorry things have gotten so crazy.

Yeah. Me too.

You having anything, hon?

I'll just have a coffee. Thanks.

I've thought about it a lot.

And I don't want you to walk away
from this empty-handed.

Cool.

So I had Warren draft up
a severance agreement.

And I think it's pretty fair.

I'm prepared to pay you 50K per year
for the next four years.

200 grand?

Is this a fucking joke, man?

Is this what you meant by mediation?

In all fairness, there was never

a partnership agreement,
no prior contract.

Yeah. I have something better
than a partnership agreement.

I have proof.

Before I left Albania, I took everything.

What the fuck.

All the documents we forged,
photos of repacking.

- David!
- Repacking?

- He didn't tell you?
- David!

Oh, yeah, we took that money you gave us,

and we bought 100 million rounds
of illegal Chinese ammunition,

then we repackaged it
and sold it to the U.S. Military.

Yeah, and we made
$8 million doing it, asshole.

Careful, Efraim.

We told Ralph we only made
$3 million on that one.

Wait, what now?

He sends you fake accounting
reports every month.

- Oh, fuck off.
- I make them on my laptop.

Now you're just making shit up.

Really? Because I kept everything,
you dumb fuck!

I even have copies of the bank statements
that we photoshopped

and sent to the government.

Get the fuck out of here.

I can bury you.

Us.

I think you meant to say,

you can bury us.

Because anything that implicates me,

implicates you as well.

- Efraim, wait.
- No, no, no.

I came here today prepared
to pay you $200,000.

Now I'm not even going to pay
for breakfast.

Oh. What's going on over here? Huh?

Hello?

May I speak with David Packouz?

- Yeah, who's this?
- Hi, David.

This is C. J. Chivers
with The New York Times.

I was wondering if you had a minute
to talk about AEY,

and the alleged repackaging
of Chinese ammunition.

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

Well, according to my source,
there's an ongoing investigation

at the State Department.

And I was hoping
to get some clarification...

David, this sounds pretty serious.

Yeah, I know.

Maybe you should call my uncle.

The lawyer.

Oh, my God. Okay.

That's a good idea.

Hey, give me a minute.
I'll meet you guys in the lobby.

You just get a call
from The New York Times?

Yeah.

Me too.

You know, Scarface was on TV last night,

and I was watching it and thinking about
when we were little

and we used to do the lines
from the movie.

You're my best friend, David.

God, I really fucked this up, didn't I?

I'm sorry, bro.

Wow.

Are you ever not acting, man?

What does that mean?

You just tell me
what you think I want to hear,

because The New York Times called,

and you're freaking out
that I might say something.

Just admit it.

We were never best friends.

You were just playing
the part of my best friend.

Yeah.

Scarface wasn't even on TV last night.

You're such a piece of shit.

- Fuck!
- Fuck you.

- Fuck.
- Little bitch.

Well, that saves us a trip.

Out of all the illegal shit we did,

all the lies we told the government,

in the end, the thing that did us in?

Yes, I'm trying to reach
the Department of Defense, please.

Efraim never paid the box guy.

To who do you report a crime?

After Enver called the Pentagon,

the State Department launched
a full-scale investigation,

that went on for months.

They busted Ralph at one of his shops
in the middle of a work day.

He was horrified
and couldn't make a deal fast enough.

All that bullshit about him wanting
to mediate a truce between Efraim and I...

It was a setup.

Oh, yeah, we took that money you gave us,

and we bought 100 million rounds
of illegal Chinese ammunition,

then we repackaged it
and sold it to the U.S. Military.

They had us dead to rights.

It was pathetic.

While going through Efraim's computer,
they even found a to-do list that said,

"Repackage Chinese ammo. "

The story tonight
that has Pentagon officials scrambling.

How did two 20-something young men
land a big Pentagon contract?

Federal agents arrested both men
last week, charging them with fraud

for selling outdated, defective
Chinese ammunition

to the Pentagon.

Efraim was charged
with over 70 federal crimes

and sentenced to four years in prison.

I pled guilty and was sentenced
to seven months house arrest.

Congress called the Afghanistan contract
a case study

in all that is wrong
with the government's procurement process.

In 2022, AEY will be eligible once again
to bid on Federal contracts.

How's it going?

It's okay.

If I wanted you dead,
you'd already be dead.

I guess it's going all right then.

Come in.

How's your baby?

It's a girl, right?

Yeah. She's good.

I got three.

All girls.

They tell you it gets better.

That's not true, it gets worse.

That's why I like the arms business.

No women.

I want to apologize about Albania.

I had bad information.

So you stuffed me in the trunk of a car
and shoved a gun in my face by mistake?

Yeah.

I'm not a bad man,
but in certain situations,

I have to ask myself,

what would a bad man do?

I appreciate you leaving my name
out of your testimony.

I didn't really see
a reason to include it.

Yeah, but still.

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

When we met in Vegas
at the blackjack table,

was that a coincidence?

What do you think?

Can I ask you another question?

My driver in Albania went missing.

Do you know what happened to him?

It's a piece of my end on the Afghan deal.

It's for you.

No more questions.