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Sam, did you hear that
one about the general

who gave his wife an empty
box for a birthday present?

He told her there was a
stealth bomber jacket inside.

Get it?

A stealth bomber jacket, it's
supposed to be invisible.

That's really dumb, John.

[siren]

ANNOUNCER: Lockdown,
lockdown, [inaudible] red.

Repeat, [inaudible] red.

Holy shit.

ANNOUNCER: This is not a drill.

[phone rings]

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

90 seconds confirmed.

Attack warning red, we're in.

We launch.

ANNOUNCER: Launch override
green and counting.

Launch override
amber and counting.

Launch override
red in [inaudible]

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

God help us.

NEWSCASTER: Although it is not
clear as to who launched first,

it has been confirmed
that at least 15 US

military installations
in the United States

have been victims of
direct nuclear hits.

And while the death toll
has not yet been tallied,

it is feared that
the numbers will

be in that tens of thousands as
a result of this first strike.

The State Department has just
released that the first line

of defense of the United States
has been obliterated by Soviet

launched nuclear strike.

It is suspected,
however unconfirmed,

that damage to the Soviet's
first line of defense

has been equally effective
in it's destructiveness.

And emergency meeting of
the Joint Chiefs of Staff

has been called
by the president.

And speculation has it that
an official declaration of war

will be announced
within the hour.

RUSSIAN NEWSCASTER:
[speaking russian]

NEWSCASTER: The
nightmare we've all

dismissed as something
that would never happen

has become a reality.

The primary phase of
dedicated aggression

between the United States
and the Soviet Union

has come to pass.

And now the entire
world waits, poised,

terrified perhaps, as the
leaders of the two superpowers

decide our fate.

Will a second nuclear
strike be launched?

One aimed at our population
centers, our towns, our cities?

One that will certainly kill
an excess of 100 million people

in the United States alone?

Or will our leaders together
find a way to avoid destruction

of the world as we know it?

Ladies, gentlemen,
congratulations, an agreement

has been reached.

Congratulations.

[yelling]

Well, that's him,
Sergeant Thomas Batanic.

Are you sure he's
the one you want?

Hey, I don't make the choices.

I just follow orders.

Come on, you big ugly fuck.

I'm gonna kick your ass.

That's one, that'
two, that's three.

Now, mother fucker.

Here's something I really want.

Who bet against me?

Did you?

Huh?

You?

Not me, man.

Come on, you bunch
of chicken shits,

you might as well tell me.

I'm going to find
out who it was.

What the fuck are
you laughing at?

Where you taking me?

Goddamn it, I don't
have a charge you know.

Come on, man, cut me
loose, goddamn it.

Who the hell are
you people, huh?

Come on, man, I want to
speak to whoever's in charge.

Come on.

Come on, goddamn it, where
are you people taking me?

Get away from me.

Get away from me.

What are you doing-- what--

Don't you put that in my face.

[music playing]

[inaudible]

Sergeant Schvackov,
It pleasures

me to see that you have
maintained your skills

almost to perfection.

My duty demands perfection.

So it does.

Sergi, good to see you.

It's good to see you, comrade.

I have come here on a
matter of great importance.

Sergi Schvackov,
you have been chosen

for a mission of all missions.

You, and you alone, Sergi, will
be representative for Soviet

Union.

You would defend your
nation by yourself.

I am honored.

I trust you will not be
abuse that honor, Sergi.

[speaking russian]

[speaking russian]

[music playing]

LT. TAVLIN: Sergeant
Thomas Batanic?

Where are you?

LT. TAVLIN: Inside your head.

Oh, yeah?

Get the fuck out.

LT. TAVLIN: You watch
your mouth, Sergeant.

I'm your ranking officer,
Lieutenant Tavlin,

on special operations command.

Well, I'm sure your mama's
real proud of you, sweetheart,

but you're forgetting
one little detail.

I'm not in the Army.

I was court martialed.

Somebody forget to
mention that to you?

LT. TAVLIN: You've been
recalled to active duty

and transferred to us
for special assignment.

And from this moment
onward, you will address me

as Lieutenant Tavern.

Is that clear?

That's great.

I've got a woman trapped
inside of my head.

What'd I die and go to hell?

LT. TAVLIN: You've got
a job to do soldier,

and I'm here to
make sure you do it.

Sorry, sweetheart,
I don't remember

volunteering for this show.

The only thing I'm going to do
is get the hell out of here.

LT. TAVLIN: The little
communication device

that was planted
inside your head

can adjust your attitude any
time I should feel the need, is

that clear, Sergeant?

Perfectly, Lieutenant.

Why me?

LT. TAVLIN: Your
psychological profile

specifies killer instincts.

Come on, lady, so does the
profile of every special forces

recruit.

LT. TAVLIN: That's true, but
you don't just kill the enemy,

you kill your own men.

You believe that crap?

LT. TAVLIN: Doesn't matter
what I believe, Sergeant.

Your orders come from the top.

My job is to see that
they get carried out.

Well, I don't suppose
you're going to clue

me in on what those orders are.

LT. TAVLIN: You'll
find out soon enough.

Now get dressed.

You've got work to do.

Sorry, lady, you
got the wrong boy.

LT. TAVLIN: I don't believe
I heard you correctly.

You were saying, Sergeant?

I said, you got
the wrong, boy, lady.

If the army wants
something from me,

then I'm going to get something
back from them for a change.

LT. TAVLIN: Just
what might that be?

A presidential pardon.

LT. TAVLIN: You
can't be serious.

Wrong answer, sweetheart.

You can go on
pushing that button

and scrambling my brains
all day long if it helps

you get your
jollies, but it ain't

going to make any difference.

You get me that pardon or
you find yourself a new boy.

You got that, Dragon Lady?

If you don't
mind me saying so,

sir, perhaps Sergeant
Botanic is not the best

choice for this assignment.

As a matter of fact,
I do mind you saying

so, Lieutenant Tavlin.

Just turn around, and do
your job, let me do mine.

Yes, sir.

SENATOR: I've been
trying to reach

you for two days, General.

Why haven't you
returned my calls?

I'm very busy, Senator,
I'll have to get back to you.

Not good enough, the armed
forces do not have the right

to keep congress in the dark.

I understand that, Senator,
but there is simply nothing

I can tell you at this moment.

Look, we know that a
US-Soviet confrontation

is about to take place.

I should think every man,
woman and child on the planet

realizes that, Senator.

Don't be snide
with me, General.

President [inaudible]
proposes to gamble the destiny

of this country out the outcome
of a tournament or dual,

isn't that right?

Your information is correct.

This interpretation of
classified information

by civilians is costly behavior
during a national emergency.

Don't give me that
double talk, Royston.

I Want to know precisely
what's going to go on,

and you're going to tell me.

Or else I walk right back down
that hall, into the press room,

and knock the whole
thing out of the water.

All right, Senator, but
first you give me your word,

you keep this under your
hat until further notice.

Understood.

Both sides have
agreed to settle

the war by means of a
conventional tournament, man

against man.

My god, the
president's gone insane.

The president, my dear
lady, is attempting to avoid

further use of nuclear weapons.

Has the choice
been made as to who

is to represent
the United States

in this so-called tournament?

I'm sorry, Senator, but I've
told you all I can, good day.

I wonder who it is.

Don't wonder, find out.

Pull out all the stops,
call in all the favors,

check every source,
but find out.

Yes, Senator.

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He has the survived techno
psych combat exposure before.

Yes he has.

He's been to level
seven many times.

[speaking russian] Now
he must go to level 10.

Has anyone ever
survived the levels 10?

No.

No.

Sergeant Schvackov,
you failed.

You are disgrace to country.

Take gun, and put
it to your head.

Sergi, you hear me?

Take gun.

Put to your head.

Sergi, put to head.

Pull, pull trigger.

Pull trigger.

I said pull trigger now.

You defy my command?

Pull.

Maybe this will persuade you.

Bring out the [inaudible].

[inaudible]

Father.

Please lift gun
to head, Sergi.

Pull trigger.

Schvackov, you are
strong, Schvackov,

but you are not strong enough.

Sergi?

Mother.

Are you such coward,
Sergi, that you would

let your mother die to survive?

Sergi, please Sergi,
don't let me die.

You pull trigger, or she dies.

Please, Sergi.

I am your mother.

Pull it.

That is order.

Don't let me die.

Pull it now, or she dies.

Save me, Sergi.

Pull it.

Sergie, save me, Sergie

Now.

No.

It is over?

Yes, is over.

Sergi has survived.

What did he experience?

I do not know.

As I informed you, [inaudible],,
this is first person

ever go to level 10.

But I can assure you,
no matter what the cost,

he's been stretched to
limits for self preservation.

Sergi has survived.

Excellent.

Tell me, Major, the
gun in his hand,

certainly it was not
loaded during training?

Schvackov, [speaking russian]

The American, he
does not have a chance.

He has no chance.

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Well, well, if ain't
old spit and shine Willy.

You always were
an asshole, Batanic.

Still am.

What we got here?

You a messenger boy now, Willy?

It's your pardon.

That's what the
doctor ordered.

How'd you talk them
into this, Batanic?

Get down and kiss a little ass?

Being my usual charming self.

I just can't believe
they picked a piece of shit

like you over me.

I just can't believe it.

Well, Willy, they probably
figured you couldn't hack it.

You're the only one
that doesn't know that.

You get something
straight, Batanic.

I've been assigned to
prep you for this mission,

and you're going
to obey my orders.

You screw up, and I hope you
do, you lose that pardon,

and I take your place.
You got that?

Yes, Sir.

Good.

Report to operations
in five minutes.

Hey, Willy--

What now, Batanic?

I was wondering,
what's it feel

like to always come in second?

Fuck you.

Anytime.

This is great.

I've got a woman trapped
inside of my head

and an asshole hanging
around my neck.

I should have stayed in prison.

LT. TAVLIN: I heard
that, Sergeant.

Hey, Dragon Lady,
what's happening?

Figured you would
have took the day off.

No such luck, huh?

Nope, no such luck.

So I guess that means you
heard everything I said.

Why didn't you zap me?

Would it have done any good?

Nope.

I didn't think so.

Tell me something,
Batanic, do you

always speak to your superior
officers in that manner?

Every chance I get.

I don't think you
understand something.

Lieutenant William
Gross happens to be

one of the most highly decorated
soldiers in the special forces.

I should think you
would respect that.

Asshole's an
asshole, sweetheart,

no matter how many
medals you pin on them.

Look, I've heard just about
all that I care to listen to.

For your information,
Lieutenant Gross

was originally first
choice for this mission

until you were brought in.

And if I were him,
I think I'd be

just as angry about
being replaced

by a convicted criminal.

Who made that decision?

General Royston.

Should have known.

Let's go, Batanic,
it's time to go to work.

You're sexy when
you give orders,

you know that, sweetheart?

LT. TAVLIN: Move it, Batanic.

Yes, hurt me, baby.

Oh, god, how did I
get stuck with this job?

I heard that.

What is it?

I think we've hit pay dirt.

Spare me the
riddles, Ms. Boling,

just give me the information.

Does the name Batanic
ring a bell, Senator?

Special Operations
Sergeant Thomas Batanic?

Just the information.

He was granted a full
pardon just hours ago.

He was court martialed on four
counts of murder and conspiracy

to assassinate the
Secretary of State.

Only the president himself
could have signed such a pardon.

He did, apparently at the
request of our good friend,

General Royston.

Are you suggesting that
this Sergeant Batanio is--

Batanic.

Whatever his name
is, that he's been

chosen to represent the United
States in his so-called dual?

Makes sense.

Why else would General
Royston have been involved?

My god, the sanity
of our nation's leaders

is most certainly in question.

MS. BOLING: Doesn't
it strike you odd,

Senator, that General Royston
has chosen the man that he,

himself helped court-martial?

SENATOR: Yes, it does.
it strikes me very oddly.

Obviously, there's
more to all of this

than what meets the eye.

I have never seen
such an exercise,

Major, what is the purpose?

It is not exercise.

[inaudible]

It's briefing.

I do not find
that amusing, Major.

No man can possibly be
briefed in such a manner.

You are absolutely
right, no man

can be briefed in such manner.

But Sergi Schvackov can.

He has photographic memory.

[inaudible]

Amazing.

LT. WILLY GROSS: The
designated combat arena consist

of 2.5 square miles,
red sector to the north

with a Russian command
post located here,

and blue sector to the
south with our command

post located here.

You'll be tracked
every inch of the way

by use of the
microwave transmitter

implanted in your chest.

Your opponent will be
tracked by use of heat

seeking devices
planted in the ground.

It is safe to
assume the Russians

will utilize similar devices.

Lieutenant Tavlin
will keep you informed

of your opponent's location
and movements at all times.

Goddamn it, Batanic,
are you listening to me?

Relax, Willy, you'll
give yourself an ulcer.

Don't tell me
to relax, Mister.

The fate of this nation hangs in
the balance, and all you can do

is scribble on this
goddamn sheet of paper.

I heard what you
said, Tavlin, right?

We met.

Well, sort of.

She wants me.

As I was saying,
Lieutenant Tavlin

will keep you informed of
your opponent's location

and movements at all times.

Each man is allowed
a total weapon

and gear load of 75 pounds.

It's light.

But I think you'll find that the
weapons we've selected for you

should be more than
adequate to cover--

Whoa, whoa, whoa, no.

What now, Batanic.

It's my battle, I
choose the weapons.

M79, with a 40
millimeter grenade

launcher and laser sighting.

Four pounds plastic,
six detonators,

357 Magnum, Desert
Eagle, field knife,

one $10 roll of quarters.

What the hell are you
going to do with quarters?

Laundry.

I'll have to
get this approved.

Well, you do that, buddy.

You are ready, Sergi.

I have only one
concern, Major.

What is that?

I feel I should know
my enemy's body weight.

What possible concern
could that be to you, Sergi?

With body weight, I can
design my ammunition loads

for maximum kill

Oh, Sergi, you've been
like son to me, Sergi.

Do not disgrace us.

[speaking russian]

[speaking russian]

Come on, Robert, I
need more than that.

You owe me one.

Shit, that son of a
bitch hung up on me.

Now you know what
I've been up against.

I want you to go
over to the Pentagon,

file an emergency
request for the service

records of General Royston
and this Batanic character.

And stop by the
Justice Department,

and see if you can
find the transcript

of Batanic's court martial.

What are you hoping to find?

Somewhere there's got
to be something that links

the two of these guys together.

And if we can find
that, then just

maybe we can make some
sense of this thing.

You better get going, we
don't have any time to spare.

Do you mind if I use your car?

I had to leave mine in
the shop this morning.

OK, but please be careful.

I won't put a scratch on it.

[music playing]

It's time to get up, Batanic.

Yeah, I kind of got
the idea, sweetheart,

you think maybe next time
you could use an alarm clock?

Get dressed and report
to the staging area.

You have less than two hours
to prepare for the conflict.

That's how you send a
man out to die, huh?

No coffee, donut, little
kiss on the cheek good luck

Hope you don't treat
your husband this way

in the morning.
- I'm not married.

[inaudible] Well, if I
live through this thing,

I'll be sure to warn the rest
of the guys in the world.

Sergeant, don't you ever
take anything seriously?

As a matter of fact, I
take death very seriously,

especially my own.

Figured you'd show your
face sooner or later, General.

Court martial anyone lately?

There's no need
for that now, Thomas.

This is a different
time, a different place.

Only my friends
call me Thomas.

But then they're all dead
now, aren't they, General.

I thought we could
forget the past, Sergeant.

I just wanted you to know that
you have my every confidence,

my full support.

Good luck.

[music playing]

Four, three, two, one.

All systems go.

Sergeant Batanic,
enter combat arena.

[music playing]

LT. TAVLIN: We have movement.

I repeat, we have movement.

Sector 29, Vector
0029er, side Vector 0103.

Whoa, whoa, sweetheart,
you want to give that

to me in English this time?

Target is
approximately 3,052 yards

proceeding steady south,
southeast, directly toward you.

If you're looking for
a one punch knockout,

I can respect that.

300 yards and closing.

Target is now passing
through Sector 49.

Batanic, do you read me?

Loud and clear, blue eyes.

LT. WILLY GROSS: I do
not have blue eyes.

What are you doing?

Why have you stopped?

Earning my paycheck.

What color are they?

None of your business.

The target is now
200 yards and closing

directly on your position.

I hear you, Dragon Lady.

I'll be right out.

Target is now entering
kill zone, 50 yards

and closing fast.

Got it.

- Batanic--
- Not now, sweetheart.

Batanic, do you read me?

Where is he?

LT. TAVLIN: Moving
away, due north.

Good.

Batanic, are you all right?

Stuck me with a
fucking garden tool

LT. TAVLIN: A spade.

What?

It's a specialty of the
Russian special forces.

Yeah?

Well, we'll see how special it
is when I shove it up his ass.

He's turning back, Batanic.

Vector 0034, side Vector 0119er.

Looks like he's going to circle
around and sweep to your right.

How far?

LT. TAVLIN: 74 yards,
north, northeast.

[speaking russian]

Batanic-- Batanic--

What is it?

LT. TAVLIN: The target
is off the grid.

Off the grid?

What you mean he's off the grid?

LT. TAVLIN: We've
lost the signal.

Lost it-- well,
where the hell is he?

I don't know where he is.

They must be using some
sort of jamming device.

This is really great.

So what am I supposed to do?

Sit here and wait for
him to come get me?

Take cover.

Get out of there.

I'll try to break through it.

Go on, move it.

Great.

Come on.

Come on, sweetheart,
talk to me.

LT. TAVLIN: I'm doing my best.

Come on, where is he?

Where's he at?

I'm getting close.

Well get closer.

Join the army, see the world.

Got it.

Oh, my god, Batanic,
he's right there.

Where?

Where?

He's right there.

He's right there next to you.

Right where?

I don't see anything.

He's right there.

Look, there's nobody here.

Look up.

Batanic-- Batanic--

[speaking russian] It's over.

Come get me, asshole.

What was that?

Answer me, Batanic.

Better get dinner
started, honey.

Looks like hubbies getting
off work early tonight.

What?

This guy's really
starting to piss me off.

[music playing]

LT. TAVLIN: Hey.

What is it, sweetheart?

LT. TAVLIN: Green.

What?

My eyes, they're green.

SGT. TOM BATANIC: like green.

What do you say we have dinner
tomorrow night, my treat.

I don't think so.

Come on, sweetheart, I
need a little motivation

right about now.

Look, I'll make you a deal.

If I win this thing, we
have dinner together, hmm?

Dragon Lady, give me a break.

OK, you've got a deal.

SGT. TOM BATANIC:
so tough, was it.

Haven't heard my terms yet.

Here it comes.

First, no more Dragon Lady.

Trying to ruin
all my fun, huh?

All right, so what's next.

Second, you tell me
about August 8, 1988.

Why don't you look
it up in the library?

It's all public record anyway.

LT. TAVLIN: No, Batanic, I want
to hear your side of the story.

Why?

Let's just say I'm curious.

My outfit was on temporary
assignment in Pakistan.

The Secretary of State
came to tour the country.

We got stuck with
the babysitting.

One day, we were
escorting his car,

and we came to a roadblock.

Four of my guys went
after the secretary.

I ordered them to
back off, but that's

when the shooting started.

Wait a minute,
are you telling me

that your own outfit
was about to assassinate

the Secretary of State?

I'm just telling you
what I saw, sweetheart.

Go on, please.

Well, when the
shooting started,

the Secretary got the
hell out of there.

When it was all over,
all my guys were dead.

Next thing I knew,
I was waking up

out of a coma
three months later,

bullet lodged in
the back of my head.

The whole world was
convinced a maniac

had turned on his own men.

So, who shot you?

I don't know.

Batanic, are you all right?

Why didn't you
tell me he was there.

I'm sorry, I didn't see him.

I was listening to you.

Do me a favor, sweetheart--
don't listen to me no more.

[screaming]

It stopped.

Where's he at?

35 yards, due
south and holding.

Holding?

What's he doing, taking a piss.

LT. TAVLIN: Can't
help you with that.

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

Ah--

Rocket fire, rocket fire.

This is definitely
getting out of hand.

Thank god, you're all right.

That's easy for you to say.

Where is he?

LT. TAVLIN: Moving away.

Good.

Listen, sweetheart, I'm
going to try to catch

my breath for a couple minutes.

You think you can keep
an eye on him this time?

You can count on it.

Thanks.

Take this chair.

Do not take your eyes off of
that screen for one second,

don't even blink.

Yes, ma'am.

Good evening,
Lieutenant Tavlin.

Corporal.

[music playing]

Speak to me, Batanic,
what's happening?

Looks like you're going
to get out of that bet

after all, sweetheart.

Get out of there, Batanic,
he's coming right at you.

I can see that.

Closing fast.

I'm working on it.

I'm working on it.

Come on, Batanic.

Come on.

[music playing]

Have a nice day, motherfucker.

Batanic?

Thomas?

You called me
Thomas, I like that.

What was that?

It's under the
bell, sweetheart.

Batanic wins by a knockout.

It's over.

What's over?

It's over, he's dead.

Uh-huh.

Dead people don't just
get up and walk away.

He can't be alive.

He can't be.

LT. TAVLIN: Alive or
dead, he's moving south,

southeast, very slowly.

But he is moving.

I need bigger weapons.

He does not respond, Major.

Schvackov, Schvackov,
Sargeant Schvackov.

I'm here.

SGT. TOM BATANIC: You
must advance to Sector 27.

Sergi, you must immediately
proceed to Sector 27.

That is order.

No more orders.

I fight for myself.

Sergi, [speaking russian]

Batanic?

Batanic?

Do you read me?

Botanic?

GEN. ROYSTON: What
is it, Lieutenant?

I've lost audio
contact with him.

Is he alive?

He is definitely alive.

Good, keep trying.

I've been waiting a
long time to do that.

What the hell are
you doing here, Gross?

Didn't you see the sign,
no assholes allowed?

That's funny, Batanic.

That's real funny.

Who sent you in?

Let's just say I
came to finish a job

I started a long time ago.

But this time, you're
not going to walk away.

So it was you.

Say bye-bye, asshole.

Up.

Up.

Now we fight.

Now we fight.

[music playing]

What the hell they
been feeding you?

Americans.

Smart ass, huh?

Sorry, pal, all's
fair in love and war.

Shit.

Now we fight more.

Yeah, we fight more.

Strike one, strike two,
strike three, you're out.

I don't play baseball.

Come on.

Had enough yet?

You funny.

Yeah, I'm just a
regular barrels of laughs.

Get laughing at this.

GEN. ROYSTON: Any
progress, Lieutenant?

LT. TAVLIN: sir.

You may leave your
post now, Lieutenant.

What?

I said leave your
post, Lieutenant.

From this moment on,
you're relieved of duty.

Just what the hell
is going on here?

And who is this man?

Lieutenant Tavlin, I have
given you a direct order.

If you refuse to
obey that order,

I will have you
placed under arrest.

That will not be necessary.

Go ahead.

Come, we must finish.

We are finished.

But the war.

Fuck the war.

They started it, let
them figure it out.

Let them figure it out.

CAPTAIN: Instruction
sequence activated.

You're gonna kill him.

It's a war, Lieutenant.

People die.

SGT. TOM BATANIC:
You look like hell.

Come on, let's get
the hell out of here.

Come on, let's get
the hell out of here.

Ah, shit.

Five, four, three, two, one.

Sequence complete.

Scanner shows no life.

Good work, Captain.

I trust you are satisfied
with the outcome

of our little venture.

[speaking russian]
Very satisfied.

I believe your
country and my country

will be content with
outcome of confrontation.

[speaking russian]
We are both heroes.

And the Soviet
Union and USA will

never taste defeat or disgrace.

I'll tell you, sir, your
idea was truly inspirational.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you very much.

I'm glad everything
could be worked out.

SGT. TOM BATANIC:
Not quite everything.

You should have come
by a little earlier.

Had a hell of a barbecue.

Then again, I guess you already
knew that, didn't you, General.

I mean, after all,
it was your party.

I thought you were dead.

Well, we kind of figured
that out all on our own.

You have played game with us.

The battle was not real.

We fought for nothing.

Sergi, you fight
for your country.

My country is killers.

You got it, pal.

[speaking russian] Sergi.

We are not toys, [inaudible].

We are human beings.

Maybe, maybe we should fight
General and Major, huh?

Maybe.

You know, Sergi,
that ain't a bad idea.

Don't even think about it.

This compound is
surrounded by my men.

You'll hit the ground before
you go one fucking inch.

I don't think so, General.

You have no business
being here, Senator.

I suggest you leave immediately.

These gentlemen
are from the FBI.

And you, General,
are being placed

under arrest for the murder
of my aid, Claire Boling.

You'll never prove
anything, Senator.

Oh, yes, I will, General.

Take him away.

You got good timing
for a politician.

Did I vote for you?

Don't thank me, she did it.

Sergeant.

Lieutenant.

Sergi, Sergi,
[speaking russian]

[speaking russian]

[inaudible]

So, how'd it go?

OK, I guess.

They're going to make
a public statement,

clear me of all charges.

And they've granted
me diplomatic immunity.

Oh, that's great.

Of course, there's
only one thing missing.

What?

That dinner I promised you.

What?

You must be a little confused.

See the deal was, if you won,
you got to take me to dinner.

And you didn't win, you tied.

Women.

Woman.

Sorry, deal's a deal.

You don't get to buy me dinner.

But, I'm going to
buy you dinner.

What are we waiting for?

Let's get out of here.

Think maybe you can
set my buddy up here

with one of your girlfriends?

Sure.

What do you think, Serg,
blonde, brunettes, red head?

Sergi likes all girls.

[music playing]