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-The name of the guest, please?
-Mr. Brunner.

Please, proceed.

-Honey, I'm home.
-Roger that.

Copy at the boathouse. Right on time.

Faisil, get your butt in here.
Harry's inside.

Yeah, yeah, I'm coming. I'm coming.

-Hey, were you born in a barns?
-Whorehouse.

All right.

You got your fur-coated razor blade
there and a bunch of guys with guns.

I'm switching to sub-vocal now.

Check, check. Check, check.

It's talk radio. You're on the air.

Check.

All right, that guard nearest to you
is moving away.

He's at the service door. He's inside.

All right. Have you seen Khaled yet?

Yep, there he is.

How come billionaires
are always short?

Excuse me.

Colonel! How are you?

-It's so good to see you again.
-Yes, it's been a long time.

-Terrific.
-Who was that guy?

Could you hold this for a second?
Thanks.

Okay, you should be crossing
the main foyer,

heading for the stairs.

Okay, keep moving. Keep moving.

I'm in the library, and I'm heading
out to the second-floor balcony.

Modem in place. Transmitting now.

Affirmatory.
I think it's a good hook-up.

These are encrypted files, guys.
It's gonna take me just a few minutes.

I got your password.

-Magnificent, isn't it?
-Yes, quite.

I thought I knew most of
Khaled's friends,

but I don't believe
I've met you before.

No, we haven't met
because I certainly would remember.

Renquist, Harry Renquist.

Juno Skinner.

Juno Skinner. Juno Skinner.

Come on, come on.

Juno Skinner, arts and antiquities
dealer, specializing in ancient Persia

This is Persian, if I'm not mistaken.

Very good. Sixth century BC,
to be exact.

-Do you like the period?
-I adore it.

Harry, we got a problem.
Guards are going apeshit down there.

Acquired most of these
pieces for Jamal.

Do you tango?

Tango?

Harry. Harry,
you do not have time to tango, buddy.

You copy?

All right, Harry, don't be stopping
to smell the roses now. You hear me?

-You gotta get out of there.
-Yes! Files are unlocked!

Fast Faisil strikes again. I'm in.
I'm down, baby.

I got my hand up her dress,
and I am going for the gold...

Just copy the goddamn files, okay?

Wow.
And I thought this was just gonna be

another bunch of boring bankers
and oil billionaires.

Harry, seconds count, buddy.
Ditch the bitch.

Unfortunately, I have to leave.
I have a plane to catch.

Well, call me sometime.

My offices are in Rome.

I would like that.

Son of a bitch is with her two minutes
and she's ready to bear his children.

All right, twinkle toes,
what's your exit strategy?

I'm gonna walk right out
of the front gate.

Ballsy. Stupid, but ballsy.

Sir, may I see your invitation,
please?

Sure. Here is my invitation.

-Shit. Here we go.
-Slight change in plans.

Stay.

We're en route
to the lower rendezvous point.

I repeat, back-up rendezvous point.

Watch it! Watch it!

It's called ice,
and it gets a little slick.

-Harry, do you copy?
-I got it.

Shit.

Oh, my God.

I got it. I got it. I got it.

-There he is.
-Shit.

Hi, guys.

Yeah, that worked good.
Right out the old front gate.

Can you lean back a second?

Let's go.
We can still make our flight.

All right, that's it for Mr. Renquist.
Okay, go.

All right,
we got Harry Tasker billfold,

Harry Tasker passport, ticket stub.

Hotel bill, Tasker. You got two
postcards here from Geneva.

Got some house keys right there,

and I've got a souvenir
Swiss snowing village.

-What's that for?
-It's for Dana, stupe.

-You know, bring your kid home a gift.
-Got it.

-The dad thing, that's right. Yeah.
-Got it. Nice touch.

All right,
pick me up tomorrow at 8:00.

Will do.

The debriefing is at 1000.

-See you at 8:00. Bye.
-Okay. Hey, Harry.

Did you forget something?

What a team.

All right, sleep fast, buddy.

Hi, honey. How was your flight?

-It was fine.
-Good.

Brought you a little gift from
Switzerland. Snowy village.

Wow. Thanks, Dad.

-I've never had one of these.
-You're welcome.

Hey, you're late for school.
You better get going.

-Don't forget to feed Gizmo.
-Okay.

It's pretty lame.

-I'm late.
-Yeah, me, too.

How'd it go at the convention?

Did you make
all the other salesmen jealous?

It was fantastic.
You wouldn't believe it.

You should have been there.
We were the big hit of the show.

With that new model ordering system,
the 680, I told you about,

I can write up an order

and immediately, as soon as
the customer's name comes up,

you see what his credit line is,
what he has ordered in the past,

what discount he has gotten,
every little detail.

Perfect.

It's fantastic. That's why I love the
computer business.

Listen, the plumber called.

He says he has to dig under the slab
or something, it's gonna cost $600.

-That's okay.
-Well, it's not okay. It's extortion.

So, what did you tell him?

I slept with him
and he said he'd knock off $100.

That's good thinking. Bye, honey.

Hello!

Dana!

Boy, I remember the first time
I got shot out of a cannon.

-Good morning. Go to school.
-Yeah, I am.

Thanks, dear.

Check these out. Check them out.

Where's the image coming from?

Got a CCD camera and a transmitter
in a pack of smokes out there.

It's pretty cool, huh?

What the hell?

-Bye, Dad!
-What's she... Dana.

-She's ripping you off. Dana!
-I knew it.

Dana!

-Dana!
-Let's go.

Can't stop. I'm late. Bye, Dad!

God. Shit.

Kids. Ten seconds of joy,
30 years of misery.

I got married three times,
but at least

I was never dumb enough to have any.

Yeah, she shouldn't be stealing.
I taught her better than that.

Yeah, well, you're not her parents
anymore, you and Helen.

Her parents are Axl Rose and Madonna.

The five minutes a day
you spend with her

can't compete with that kind of
constant bombardment.

You're outgunned, daddy-o.

You know, it's not just because
you're a bad parent.

I mean, kids today are 10 years ahead
of where we were at the same age.

-Morning.
-Morning, Mr. Tasker.

-I bet you think she's still a virgin.
-Don't be ridiculous.

-She's only... What is she now?
-She's 14 years...

-She's only 14 years old.
-She's 14.

Her little hormones
are going like a fire alarm.

I say it's even money she lets
that physicist on the bike boink her.

-Not Dana.
-"Not Dana."

Denial. It's not just a river
in Egypt no more, is it, Harry?

She's probably stealing the money
to pay for an abortion.

Why don't you open the door?

Or drugs.

$20 here, $50 there.

I figured my wife's scumbag boyfriend
was taking it.

Hell, he takes everything else.

There's never a beer
in the goddamn fridge.

-I thought you moved out.
-Well, I had to move back in.

My lawyer said it'd give me a better
shot at getting the house

during the property settlement
and so forth,

but don't change the subject, man.

-You still owe me 200 bucks.
-Good morning, Janice.

Good morning.

Gentlemen, please identify yourselves
to the scanner.

-Harry Tasker, 10024.
-Albert Gibson, 34991.

All right, Frances. I don't believe
we need you any longer now.

Thank you.

Sweet Jesus, Harry.

You surely screwed the pooch
last night, didn't you?

Would you please tell me how I can see

this as anything but a total disaster?

Well, "total" is a strong word.

Yeah, there are different degrees
of totality.

It's a scale, really,
with a perfect mission on one end

and then a total pooch screw
on the other end,

but, you know, we're really more...

Faisil, you're new on Harry's team,
aren't you?

Yes.

So what makes you think the slack I
cut him in any way translates to you?

Let me show you what we got.

Jamal Khaled. We think he's dirty, so
we raid his private financial files.

$100 million in wire transfers
from the Commerce Bank International.

Which we all know is a front
for certain countries

to finance terrorist activities.

And that's why we think
something really big is going down.

And we know that a week ago
four MIRV warheads were smuggled

out of the former
Soviet Republic of Kazakhstan.

We think Khaled's group
bought the nukes

and is trying to bring them
over the US soil.

So far this is not blowing
my skirt up, gentlemen.

Don't you have anything
remotely substantial?

Harry, do you have any hard data?

Well, nothing that
you would call rock hard.

Actually, it's pretty limp, sir.

Then perhaps you better get some

before somebody parks an automobile
in front of the White House

with a nuclear weapon in the trunk.

I mean, it's not like he's saving
the world or anything.

I mean, he's a sales rep,
for Christ's sake.

Whenever I can't sleep,

I just ask him
to tell me about his day.

Six seconds and I'm out.

I mean, he acts like he's curing
cancer or something.

So I guess this means you didn't
get away for the weekend after all.

-No, Harry had to go out of town.
-I'm shocked.

Yeah, well, you know Harry.

-What's up?
-Here, check this out.

There's a $2 million disbursement
from Khaled to Juno Skinner.

That's right, the babe at the party.

But that doesn't mean anything.
She buys antiquities for Khaled.

No. No. See, he keeps his antique buys
on a completely separate ledger.

And this is a little above market rate
for the horizontal bop,

even for a total biscuit like her.

All right.
I want a complete work-up on her.

-Do we know where she is?
-Right here in River City.

-You're kidding.
-Well, she lives in Rome,

but she does stuff
for the Smithsonian.

She has a lot of diplomatic
connections, so she has offices here.

So I guess it's time to
send in a specialist.

-Care to tango?
-Yes, I would.

Assholes.

Okay, it's all set up.

You got a fax machine, ghost phones,
all the usual stuff.

You have a suite at the Marquis Hotel
under the name of Renquist.

All right. Reality check. Let's go.

Hi, my name is Harry Renquist.

I own a corporate art consulting
company in San Francisco,

and I have an appointment
with Miss Skinner.

-Harry!
-Hello.

Hello.

I thought I'd see you again.
I didn't know it would be so soon.

-What's the point of waiting?
-I agree.

So you said your clients
are looking for something

for the lobby
of their new corporate headquarters.

Yes. They would like to see something
very dramatic.

That's a nice piece.

And I talked to a number of people,

and they all said
you're the one to see.

Really? Checking on me.

So what did these people
say about me exactly?

Well, they said that
you can read ancient Sanskrit

without having to sound out the words

and other art dealers
and archaeologists

don't really like you very much.

Those wimps.

It's because I use my diplomatic
contacts to export cultural treasures

from countries which tell them
to take a hike.

See, most of our pieces
come from ancient Persia.

Unfortunately, ancient Persia
sits 20 feet

under the sand of Iran, Iraq
and Syria,

not the most popular places lately.

So I've had to become an expert
in international diplomacy.

Well, Mr. Renquist?

Do you see anything you like?

Maybe.

Give me a break, Fise. I don't think
they bugged my tuna sandwich.

She's importing stuff
from all over the Mid East.

She could be moving money,
guns, anything.

The second you left there,

we started getting calls
to the ghost numbers.

They were checking
out the Renquist front.

Let's step up the surveillance
and put on two more guys.

Maurizio, I said Saturday,
not Tuesday. Saturday.

Miss Skinner,
may I have a word with you, please?

Stupid, undisciplined bitch.

It's a good thing
you're paying me a lot of money.

Do you realize there are surveillance
teams watching this place right now?

Your telephones are
almost certainly tapped.

And you were busy laughing

and flirting like a whore
with this Renquist...

He checked out okay.

We do not tolerate mistakes.

What would you like me to do?

Find out where this Renquist is.

Hello, Tektel Systems.
Mr. Tasker's office.

Hi, Charlene? Hi, it's Helen.
Is he in?

Harry's in a sales meeting,
Mrs. Tasker.

Let me try him in there. Hold, please.

Relay, 10024.

It's a patch from Tektel.

It's Helen.

Hello, honey. How are you?
What's going on?

Hi. I'm sorry to bother you
in the middle of a meeting.

It's just that Dana and I
want to make sure

that you're gonna be home by 8:00

'cause we're going to a lot of trouble
for your big birthday.

And we just wanted to make sure
that you were gonna be home, so we...

Absolutely.
This time you can count on me.

-Promise?
-Trust me.

-Great.
-Got to go. Bye.

Bye. That's disgusting, Dana.

Calm down.

Hey, we got a friend.
Three cars back on the inside lane.

They've been on us
since we left the hotel.

You mean the station wagon?

-Want me to lose them?
-No. We need this lead.

Unit Seven?

Seven here.

We need you at the Georgetown Mall
in three minutes.

Copy that. We're rolling.

Helen's gonna be pissed.

Well, you see,
this is the problem with terrorists.

They're really inconsiderate
when it comes to people's schedules.

Pull over here. This is good.

-Okay, testing, one, two, three...
-I got you. I got you. I got you.

Okay, they're right with us.
I make three of them in the car.

-Dickhead.
-Blow me.

Hey, Harry, I got a couple of them

getting out of the car
and coming after you.

What, do you think I'm blind?

Well, you do look like Ray Charles.
So what's the plan?

Just trying to get a closer look
at Beavis and Butt-Head.

Hey, there's a third one
still in the car.

Okay, stay on him.

Hi, Helen. Yeah, it's Gib. Not much.

Listen, Harry forgot something
back at the office.

And you know Harry. And...

Yeah, Gib, I know Harry. Bye.

Bye. See you soon.

See?

Harry. Harry, I lost the third guy.

Shit! Hold it! Shit!

Here. Cool off.

Move! Move!

Sorry about this.

Look out! Get out of the way!

Hey! Freeze!

Thank God.

Move!

-Get to the car.
-Yep.

Here we go.

Federal officer in pursuit of suspect.

Sorry.

Hey.

Hey, Harry, what's your 20? Harry?

Westbound, in the park.

Suspect is on a motorcycle,
and he's coming out on Franklin.

-Copy that!
-Okay.

I want you on 14th in case
he turns south.

And I want Seven on the north side
to box him in.

Okay. And make it quick,
because my horse is getting tired.

Your horse?

There he is! That's him!

Come on!

-Go around to the back.
-Copy that.

Out of my way! Move! Move!

Out of my way!

Sorry.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

-Jesus!
-Sorry.

-Hey!
-Open it!

-Watch it!
-Hey!

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Out of the way!

Move! Move! Move!

Federal officer! Get down! Now!
Get off or die!

-Get down! Now!
-Move!

Turn around! Hold still!

Come on!

Hold still! Hold still!

Will you press the button
for the top floor, please?

Thank you.

Help!

Shut up!

Say something.

That's a fine animal.

Stay against the glass!

Come on. I'm so sorry.

Stay there! Don't move!

Come on, come on, come on!

Okay, back up.

Back up.

Come on. You can do it. Come on.

Good horse. Good.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, go back now.

Come on. Yeah, that's teamwork now.

Keep pulling. Come on.

A little bit more.

Attaboy.

Okay.

Now, what the hell were you thinking?

I mean, I had the guy,
and you let him get away.

Look at me when I talk to you.
What kind of a cop are you, anyway?

Hi, honey.

I know you're upset. I'm sorry.

I hurried home as fast as I could.

It's okay.

It's okay.

I'm sorry.
And thank you for the party.

Yeah, it was great.

Hey.

That's him.

Okay. Pause it right there.

Salim Abu Aziz.

This guy is really hardcore.
Highly fanatical.

The man's a real psycho.

He's been linked to dozens
and dozens of car bombings.

Hey, you know that cafe bomb
in Rome last year? That was his.

As well as the 727 out of Lisbon.
This guy's a major player.

Now he's formed his own splinter
faction called Crimson Jihad.

Yeah, I guess he thought
the other terrorist groups

were a little too warm and fuzzy
for his taste.

-They call him the Sand Spider.
-Why?

Probably because it sounds scary.

This is impressive, gentlemen.

Of course,
it would be even more impressive

if you actually knew where he was.

We'll get him.

Why don't you just pull
over right here?

What's up?

Well, I really screwed up
with Helen last night.

I'm just gonna run in
and see if she's available for lunch

to smooth things over a little bit.

So, Harry, do you just want
me to hang?

Yeah, just hang.

Okay, buddy, I'll just be hanging.

Hold, please.

-Helen, it's your mystery man on two.
-Simon?

Oh, my God.

Hello? Simon?

Simon?

Yes, I can talk.

You mean right now?

Yes, I can meet you.

Okay, I can't wait.

Bye.

Can you cover me for an hour?

Just an hour? You should tell
that stud to take more time.

Would you shut up?

I should have never told you
about him.

Have a good time.

Get a little bit for me
while you're at it.

Would you...

Hey! Hold it! Fucker!

What's going on, man?
Sick or something?

Looks like you got gut-kicked.

-It's... It's... It's Helen.
-Helen.

It has something to do with Helen,
I'm guessing. Helen...

-Helen...
-Helen...

Helen is having an affair.

Welcome to the club, man.

-It can't be. Not Helen.
-Nobody thinks

it can happen to them
the first time, buddy.

-It can't be.
-Same exact thing happened to me

with wife number two, remember?

I had no idea nothing
was going on, right?

I come home one day
and the house is completely empty.

And I mean completely empty.

She even took the ice cube trays
out of the freezer.

What kind of a sick bitch takes
the ice cube trays out of the freezer?

-Not Helen.
-Hey, Harry.

Hey, listen, Helen still loves you.

You know, she just wants to bang
this guy for a while, you know.

It's nothing serious.
You'll get used to it soon.

Stop cheering me up!

What'd you expect, Harry?

Helen's a flesh-and-blood woman
and you're never there.

It was just a matter of time.

You know what?
I say we concentrate on work, buddy.

That's what I do every time
my life turns to dog shit.

I concentrate on work,
and that gets me by.

All right, buddy? It's gonna be great.
You know what?

We're gonna catch some terrorists.
We're gonna beat the crap out of them.

You're gonna feel a hell
of a lot better.

All right. Watch your head now.
Watch your head. Watch your head.

Okay. All right.

Women. Can't live with them,
can't kill them.

I came by your office today.

I was in the area, and I thought
that you might want to have lunch.

Really?
Well, you must have just missed me.

That's what they said. They said you
had to run out or something like that.

It was this rush job...

They needed these documents
down at the district courthouse.

And so, of course, the big problem,
our printer shut down.

So I went to the third floor to use
theirs, but they have the 1720.

And of course,
the disk isn't formatted for the 1720.

So I had to go back upstairs
and reformat,

go back downstairs and
use their printer,

and by the time I got there,
'cause I couldn't get my car to start,

and then, well, traffic...
I barely got there.

So a little excitement
in an otherwise dull day.

Did it work out okay?

Yeah. Great.

I'll check on dessert.

I'm done.

See, now, the great thing is that

he's practically given us
a blank check on wiretaps.

So, I've set them up on all of Juno's
shipping agents and her clients.

And Faisil's made a list
of all the possible contacts

the Crimson Jihad
may have in this country.

So now all we got
to do is sit around...

Hey, this national security stuff
boring you?

Put a tap on her phone.

What are you talking about?
I already did that.

I'm talking about Helen's.

Put a tap on her office line
and the line at my house. Do it now.

Okay. All right. Just come over here
for a second. That sounds great.

I just want to ask
you about something.

Listen, I got two words
to describe that idea, "In-sane."

An unauthorized wiretap's
a felony, pard. You know what...

And we're doing it 20 times a day,
so don't give me that crap.

Do it.

-Hello?
-It's Simon. Is it safe to talk?

Yes, go ahead.

Listen, I can't talk long.

Can you meet me for lunch tomorrow?
I must see you.

I suppose so. Where?

Same place, 1:00. I have to go now.
See you tomorrow.

Remember, I need you.

I thought that we might
have lunch together tomorrow.

You know, darn it,

I'm gonna meet Allison.
We're gonna go shopping. Sorry.

No problem.

You know what? I think you're going
about this whole thing all wrong.

You see, women, they like you
to talk to them, you know.

And maybe it's just that you're not
in touch with your feminine side.

I was watching Sally Jessy Raphael...
All right.

Okay. I got all the usual stuff here.
I got a telemetry-burst transmitter.

I've got a GPS tracker. I got an audio
transmitter and a power supply,

and I've got it sewn into the lining
here, and now... Hey, Harry?

And if you need to talk,
speak into the purse.

Okay. Here she comes. She's gonna pop
out right in front of us. Watch this.

-Bingo.
-Yep.

Looks like she's going into Chinatown.

Okay. She's parking.

Okay, give me audio.

You sure you weren't followed?

No. I mean, I kept looking behind
me like you taught me,

but I didn't see anyone.

Okay, it's just that
things are a bit hot right now.

If I get a signal,
I may have to leave suddenly.

I understand.

Look, it's my job to take risks,
but not yours.

I feel bad about bringing
you into all this,

but you're the only one I can trust.

Were you out on a mission?

We say "op," covert operation.
And this one, got a little rough.

-Worse than Cairo?
-Cairo.

Cairo was a day at the beach
next to this.

-The guy's a spook.
-But for whom?

He could be working her to get to you.

-Did you read the papers yesterday?
-Yes.

Sometimes a story is a mask
for a covert operation.

You see two men killed in a restroom
and two unidentified men

in a running shootout,
ending at the Marriott?

That was you?

-Me.
-You see, you're very good.

You recognized my style.
You're a natural at this.

The guy's a fake, man.
He's taking credit for our moves.

-What happened?
-Hardly worth talking about.

Two of them won't bother me again.

Unbelievable.

-You chased one?
-Something came over me.

I just had to nail this guy
no matter what the risk.

Pretty hairy. I thought he had me
a couple of times, but I...

-I really can't take credit.
-Well, why not?

It's the training. It shapes you
into a lethal instrument.

You react in a microsecond
without thinking.

I'm starting to like this guy.

We still got to kill him.
I mean, that's a given, you know.

The guy is a goddamn
used car salesman.

I mean this keeps getting better
and better!

I'm sorry, Harry.
I know this has gotta be painful.

But you gotta admit,
it's pretty damn funny.

I mean, if it was just
some idiot and not you,

you'd be laughing your ass off.
I mean, this is...

One born every minute.

It wants you, too. Feel it vibrate?

-Say, how about a little spin?
-Sure.

See, it's not just a car.
It's a total image, an identity.

You have to go for it.
This isn't some high-tech sports car.

To tell you the truth,
it doesn't even handle that great.

But that's not the idea, is it?

What are we talking about here?
Pussy, right?

Absolutely.

Let's face it, Harry.
The 'Vette gets them wet.

But it's not enough.

If you really want to close escrow,
well, you got to have an angle.

-I suppose you have an angle.
-It's killer.

I mean, look at me.
I'm not that much to look at.

No, no, no. I can be honest.

But I got them lining up,
and not just the skanks either.

-Well, some are.
-So, what's your angle?

No, sorry. Trade secret.

Okay, just ask yourself,
"What do women really want?"

You take these bored housewives
married to the same guy for years.

They're stuck in a rut.
They need some release.

The promise of adventure,
a hint of danger.

I create that for them.

So basically you're lying your ass off
the whole time.

-You see, I couldn't do that.
-What are you, a Boy Scout? No, no.

Think of it as playing a role.
It's fantasy.

I mean, you gotta work
on their dreams,

get them out of their daily suburban
grind for a few hours.

-What about their husbands?
-Dickless!

I mean, let's face it,
if they took care of business,

I'd be out of business,
you know what I mean?

Those idiots.

Hey! Hey, you mind keeping
it under 90?

I'm still trying to pay for
this dental work.

So, who are you working on right now?

I always got a couple on the hook,
you know.

There's this one right now,
I got her panting like a dog.

-It's great.
-What does she do?

Some sort of legal secretary
or something.

You know, uptight and conservative.

But she could be so hot
if she wanted to be.

And with you,
she gets to be real hot, huh?

-Red hot!
-Yeah.

Her thighs steam.

It's like a dying plant.
Just needs a little water.

-Married to some boring jerk.
-Married to some boring jerk?

Yeah, he doesn't appreciate her.
She's like all these babes.

You get their pilot lit,
they can suck-start a leaf blower.

God! She's got the most incredible
body, and a pair of titties,

make you want to stand up
and beg for buttermilk.

Ass like a 10-year-old boy.

So, then she must be really good
in bed then?

Hey! Slow down.
You're gonna miss the turn.

See?

You and this car were made
for each other. Why fight it?

Sure, I got a couple other buyers
on the line, but I like your style.

So, what do you say?
Should we start up the paperwork?

Let me think about it.
Hold it for me for a day, okay?

Hey, because it's you.

I got today's transcripts.
Not much going on.

-Nothing from Simon?
-No.

-My turn to drive?
-Give me the page.

-What are you talking about?
-It jumped from page nine to page 11.

-Where's page 10?
-It's gotta be a typo.

Give me the goddamn page!

Okay.

Seek help, Harry.

-Hello?
-Helen, I need your help.

-Can you meet me tonight?
-What's happened?

It's serious. Meet me on K Street
under the Key Bridge, 8:00 sharp.

Gotcha.

Shit. It's almost 8:00.

-She's still at the house.
-The purse is still at the house.

Shit.

Unit Two, Unit Seven, immediate roll.

Acquire subject at K Street
and Key Bridge.

Vehicle is red-and-white convertible
and you've got exactly six minutes.

Hey, wait a minute, man.
Are you out of your mind?

You can't pull agents off a priority
surveillance to follow your wife.

That's a misappropriation
of sector resources,

and it's a breach of
national security. You copy, Harry?

Hey, you're losing it big-time, man.

-I have to stop you.
-What are you gonna do, tell?

Look, God damn it, Harry!

Both of our butts
are on the line here, okay?

So your life's in the crapper.

So your wife's banging
a used car salesman.

It's humiliating, I know,
but God damn it, take it like a man!

-You tell on me, I tell on you.
-What are you talking about?

I'm as clean as a preacher's sheets.
I'm as clean as a baby's...

What about the time
you blew a six-week operation

because you were
busy getting a blow job?

You knew about that?

All right. Let's take Franklin.
It's a lot quicker.

Quick, get in. Hurry up. Let's go.

Two here. Suspect vehicle in sight.

One male, one female.

Now, don't be alarmed.

If I'm spotted,
it'd be best if they didn't see you.

You should keep your head down
till we're out of the city.

Here, let me help you.

That's better.

Okay. Now the woman has her head
in the guy's lap.

Southbound on the Key Bridge.
Two in pursuit.

Roger, Two.
One to Condor, you got a visual?

Roger, One. This is Condor.
Subject is in sight.

Repeat, we have the ball.

We got a pretty good lock-up
on the infrared.

Yeah, she's got her head
in the guy's lap all right. Yahoo!

Maybe she's sleepy.

Okay. This is a safe house.

My place in the city
is just a little too hot right now.

So is the penthouse in New York.

What is it exactly you need me to do?

Helen, I want you to be my wife.

But I'm married!

No. It's just for
the operation in Paris.

I need to be married.

They'll be looking for a man
traveling alone.

You want me to go to Paris?

Paris, with a quick
stopover in London.

Helen, there's a double agent
in my outfit. I don't know who.

There's no one I can trust except you.

Can you get away,
just for a couple of days?

I just don't know.

Of course. I'm rushing you.
Forgive me.

-Sit down. Make yourself comfortable.
-Okay.

Let me pour you some more wine.

Okay. I'll do it.

I'll do it.

You just saved my life.

You are incredibly brave.

I have to remind myself
of the fear you must be feeling.

You see, for me fear is not an option.

Now, in order to pull
this cover story off,

we have to look like two people who

are completely intimate
with each other.

The enemy can spot a fake easily.

-You see what I mean?
-Sorry.

That reaction could
get us both killed.

-I'm sorry.
-We can't afford that.

-No. I'm sorry. It's...
-Try to relax.

It's just been a long time

since anybody but Harry's
touched me like that.

-It's a little difficult.
-I know. I know, I know.

-It's awkward for me, too.
-I'm sorry.

-That's all right. Just sit back.
-I'm okay.

There. That's better.

Just let yourself slip into the role.

That's it.

There you go.

Just let yourself go.

Yeah, that's good. That's great.

That's it.

No, I can't do this. I can't do this.

-What's wrong? It's okay.
-No, I cannot do this.

I cannot do this!

If not for me,

do it for your country?

Oh, God. Don't hurt me. Don't hurt me.
I'll do whatever you want.

Please. I didn't do anything.

Oh, no.

God damn it.

No!

Take her. Take her.
Oh, God, don't hurt me.

Son of a bitch!

Sit down.

I said sit down.

Who do you work for?

Stern, Kessler, Goldstein and Krupnik.

-I'm just a legal secretary.
-Sure, Mrs. Tasker.

What were you doing with
the international terrorist

Carlos the Jackal, taking dictation?

How long have you been a member
of his faction?

I don't know anything about a faction.

I just met Simon,

or whoever you say he is,
just a couple of weeks ago.

I barely know him.

That's not what it looked like
when we found you.

How did you meet him?

Well...

Keep this for me.
I can't afford to be taken with it.

-What?
-It's a matter of national security.

No.

Please, it's important.
I'll contact you.

Shit.

Why did you continue to see him?

He said he needed my help.

Not because you were attracted to him?

No.

You mean, you were not
attracted to him at all?

No.

Well, maybe just a little.

So, is cheating a common
thing for you?

No, never.

So you're telling me
this was your first time?

I wasn't cheating.

Tell me about your husband,
Mrs. Tasker.

Harry?

I... What can I say about Harry?

I mean, he's a sales rep
for a computer company.

So sex with him isn't exactly
waving your flag anymore?

That is none of your goddamn business.
Now, what kind of questions are these?

You're in a lot of trouble,
Mrs. Tasker,

so I suggest you cooperate.

If we want to know the most intimate
details about your life,

you'd better tell us.

My husband is a good man.

But he's not exactly
ringing your bell these days, is he?

Let me handle this part.
I mean, do you mind?

Why did you go to Carlos' hideout?

He wanted me to go to Paris with him
on a mission, to pose as his wife.

And you agreed?

Why?

I don't know.

I guess I needed something.

What did you need?

I needed to feel alive.

I just wanted to do
something outrageous.

And it felt really good

to be needed.

And to be trusted.

And to be special.

It's just that there's so much
I wanted to do with this life,

and it's like I
haven't done any of it.

And the sand's running out
of the hourglass,

and I just wanted to be able
to look back and say,

"See? I did that!

I was reckless, and I was wild,
and I fucking did it!"

Quite frankly, I don't give a shit
whether you understand that or not.

This Simon,

did you sleep with him?

-No.
-She's lying.

You mean, you did not have
sexual relations with him?

Listen, if you're gonna ask me
every question twice,

this is gonna take a really long time,
and I have to get back to my family.

You're not going anywhere, lady.

Just let me out of here!

Answer the question.

Answer the question!

No! I did not sleep with him!

Calm down, please.

Do you hear me,
you chicken-shit bastard?

-Calm down.
-She could be telling the truth.

Calm down, Mrs. Tasker.

Calm down, please.

I've only one more question,
Mrs. Tasker.

What?

Do you still love your husband?

Yes, I love him.

I've always loved him,
and I will always love him.

She loves you. Now what?

There's only one solution to
your problem, Mrs. Tasker.

You must work for us.

What are you doing, Harry?

-Just giving her a little assignment.
-You gotta be shitting me!

She wants a little adventure,
so I'm gonna give her one.

I'm offering you a choice.

If you work for us,
we will drop the charges,

and you can go back
to your normal life.

If not, you will go
to a federal prison,

and your husband and daughter
will be left humiliated and alone.

Your life will be destroyed.

Gee, let me think.

Yes or no?

Of course, yes.

What's involved?

You will be contacted
with the assignment.

The code name of your contact
will be Boris.

And your code name will be...

-Natasha?
-No.

Doris.

You pricks!

You son of a bitch. Did you think
you could elude us forever, Carlos?

Wait. You got the wrong guy.
My name's Simon.

Look, look, just let me go.
There's no need to kill me.

I haven't seen your face...

Oh, shit! Don't, don't... No,
I didn't see it! I didn't see it!

It's you.

Hey, you still interested
in that 'Vette at all?

Hey, Carlos. The game's over.

Your career as an international
terrorist has been well-documented.

-No. No, no. No, no.
-Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

No, I sell cars. That's all!

Come on. I'm not a terrorist.

I'm actually a complete coward.
If I ever saw a gun, I'd... Oh, God!

Please, don't. Don't, don't,
don't kill me.

I'm not a spy.

I'm nothing. I'm navel lint.

I have to lie to women to get laid,
and I don't score much.

I got a little dick. It's pathetic.

Oh, God.

Would a spy pee himself?

Oh, God!

Please, I'm not worth a bullet.

-Mercy, sir.
-Get the fuck out of here.

Just beat it. Go on.

No, no. As soon as I turn,
you're gonna shoot me

You're gonna shoot me.

You're gonna shoot me.
Please. You can have the car for free.

What do you say?

Get lost, dipshit.

So last night must've been
pretty exciting for you.

My flat tire was...
Actually, it was a little scary

because the tow truck driver
took such a long time.

I'll get it.

-Hello?
-Doris?

Yes?

-Yes?
-Listen carefully.

In exactly one hour,
go to the Hotel Marquis.

Pick up an envelope marked "Doris"
at the front desk and dress sexy.

What? Hello?

No, no. Turn around.

Do it doucement.

Do it very slowly.

You've reached a new all-time low
with this one, I'll tell you.

I can't believe you're crazy enough
to use the suite at the Marquis.

Do you think I can afford a suite
like this with my salary?

-Now, Jean-Claude, is he done yet?
-Hang on.

Who wrote this shit? Harry?

It's going great.

Hi. Do you have an envelope for Doris?

This is Doris.

Listen, you are a prostitute
named Michelle.

Go to the room.
There will be a man there.

He is a suspected arms dealer.

No, wait a minute, wait.
You don't expect me to, you know...

No. He has particular tastes.

He likes to watch.

Tell him that his regular girl,
Carla, is sick.

If he likes you,
he will tell you what to do.

You must plant the bug near the
telephone by the bed before you leave.

If you do not complete your mission,
the deal is off.

I'm gonna go to hell.

Hello?

Hello.

Have some champagne.

Come in here.

My name is Michelle.

Carla thought you'd like me.

Let me do the talking.
You may start by unzipping your dress.

No, no. Turn around.

Do it doucement. Do it very slowly.

Good.

Now slip the dress down slowly.

Good.

Now slide your nylons off, one by one.

-I'm not wearing any.
-That's good.

Now dance for me.

No, no, no. Dance sexy.

Let your hands be your lover's hands
on your own skin as you move.

Now lie on the bed
and close your eyes.

I thought you only liked to watch.

Now lie on the bed
and close your eyes.

You pig! Bastard!

Helen, Helen, wait, wait, wait.

Harry.

Yes, it's Harry. I know it looks bad,
but I can explain.

Nobody move! Don't move!

Helen, just don't do anything.

No, he has nothing to do with it.
I'm the one you want.

-Shut up!
-Okay.

Quiet, Helen. Do what they say.

Come on, guys. Let the hooker go.

She's not important.
You don't need her.

Harry, please,
just let me handle this.

Shut up!

What were you doing there?

-You wouldn't believe me if I told you
-Talk again, I'll kill you!

Harry.

I wish I could say
it's nice to see you again, Juno.

You know her?

You know,
this shade's totally wrong for you.

So who's your little friend?

I'm Helen Tasker. Harry is my husband.
And you are?

So now it's Tasker, not Renquist.

She's just some wacko hooker
that I met down at the bar.

Harry, what is the matter with you?
Just tell her the truth.

We are married,
and we have a daughter.

I don't know what
the crazy bitch is on.

You should cut her loose
so we can get down to business.

Yeah? Yeah?
Well, where did I get this then?

Where did I get this?

Something before takeoff?

That hurt, you...

She was telling the truth,
wasn't she, Harry?

She really doesn't know.

How interesting.

Bring them.

Incredible, aren't they?

I call them the Four Horsemen.
They're warrior figures

from the Persian Empire of Darius l,
around 500 BC.

They're absolutely priceless.

Pity.

Wait, wait!

Open it.

Do you know what this is?

I know what this is.

This is an espresso machine.

No, no, no. It's a snow-cone maker.
That's what it is.

Is it a water heater?

Do you know why
you've been brought here?

So that this man can
verify to the world,

the Crimson Jihad is
now a nuclear power.

But how can he do that?

He is just a salesman,
for Christ's sake.

If I'm wrong about him,
the last thing you'll see

will be your blood spraying
across his face.

It's a Soviet MIRV-6
from an SS-22N launch vehicle.

The warhead contains 14.5 kilograms
of enriched uranium

and a plutonium trigger.
The nominal yield is 30 kilotons.

What can I say? I'm a spy.

You bastard! You lying son of a bitch!

-Sorry, honey.
-Don't you call me honey!

You don't ever get to
call me honey again!

Do you understand me, you pig?

And I can verify that
they have the arming box

and all the equipment necessary
to detonate all four warheads.

You have killed our women
and our children,

bombed our cities from
afar like cowards,

and you dare to call us terrorists?

Now the oppressed
have been given a mighty sword

with which to strike
back at their enemies.

Unless you, America,

pulls all military forces
out of the Persian Gulf area

immediately and forever,

Crimson Jihad will rain fire
on one major US city each week

until our demands are met.

First, we will detonate one weapon
on this uninhabited island

as a demonstration of our power

and Crimson Jihad's willingness
to be humanitarian.

However, if these demands are not met,
Crimson Jihad will rain fire

on one major American
city each week...

Battery, Aziz.

Get another one, you moron.

I think I have one in the truck.

-What?
-Look at this.

-That's not mine.
-Nice transmitter.

Miami Tower,
Jet Star 6479 Delta on final.

-We'll be on the ground in 12 minutes.
-All right.

Hey, tell those DEA boys
to have the helos

hot and ready to fly in 12 minutes.

Signal's definitely stopped moving.

It's an island in the Keys
out past Marathon.

-We lost the signal.
-Shit!

All right, everyone. This is Samir.

For 50 points,
see if you can guess his specialty.

Oral hygiene?

Not exactly.

Harry, what's going on?

Samir's just gonna ask Harry
a few questions.

See, we're not even sure
which agency Harry works for.

Now, Samir's absolutely first-class.

On the other hand, we have Harry here
who has managed to lie convincingly

to the woman he loves for 15 years.

So it'll be interesting to see
how long he can resist.

This will help.

You know, you should
swab that with alcohol.

I might get an infection.

I'll return
when this has taken effect.

Then we'll talk.

I'm looking forward to it.

Now, why are you helping
these raving psychotics?

Because they're very well-funded
raving psychotics

and I'm getting a lot of money.

What, you think I care
about their cause?

Or yours? Not at all.

You're damaged goods, lady.

Did you tell her about us, Harry?

There is no "us,"
you psychopathic bitch.

Sure.

Say that now.

Thanks for everything, Harry.
It wasn't bad while it lasted.

Let's go.

You two stay here.

There was nothing.

I swear.

What did they give you?

Sodium amytal
or some other truth agent.

That makes you tell the truth?

Is it working?

Ask me a question
that I normally would lie to.

-Are we gonna die?
-Yep.

I'd say it's working.

They're gonna shoot us in the head,
or they're gonna torture us to death.

Okay.

Or they're gonna leave us here
until the bomb blows up.

Harry!

How long have you been a spy, Harry?

Seventeen years.

Have you ever killed anyone?

Yeah, but they were all bad.

Is there anything you want to tell me
before we start?

Yeah.
I'm going to kill you pretty soon.

I see.

How, exactly?

First, I'm going to use you
as a human shield.

Then I'm going to kill this guard
over there

with the Patterson trocar
on the table.

And then I was thinking
about breaking your neck.

And what makes you think
you can do all that?

You know my handcuffs?

I picked them.

Let's get out of here.

Come on!

Harry!

Drop the gun!

Honey, next time, duck.

-Let's go.
-I married Rambo.

What are they doing?

"It is done."

In 90 minutes, a pillar of holy fire
will light up the skies

"to show to the world
that we speak the truth."

We are set on our course.

No force can stop us now.

We're cool. We're bad-asses,"
blah, blah, blah, blah.

If we're on an island,
why are they using trucks?

We must be in the Florida Keys.

The overseas highway connects
all the islands to the mainland.

There's no borders, no customs.

They can go anywhere in the US.
There's nothing to stop them.

Just us.

-Here, take this.
-Oh, shit.

Shoot!

Shit!

Shit.

Shit!

Yes!

Let's go.

My condolences to the widow.

We may need a hostage.

Okay, let's go, Suzy Homemaker.

Hurry up, you idiot!

Just get her in the car and get going.

-I thought this looked like your work.
-Let's go. I'll brief you in the air.

You're welcome. Let's go!
Let's get out of here! Come on!

Let's go! Come on!

Go!

Well, you tell that son of a bitch
this is a Bright Boy Alert.

I repeat, a Bright Boy Alert. This is
not a drill. Do you understand that?

All right. Hold on.
Put me through to the White House.

No, see, the minimum safe distance
is 12 miles.

Get the Marine Patrol
in it right away.

I want the Coast Guard, and I want
the Sheriff's Department, too.

Anyone that cannot make that distance,
you gotta get them out by air.

Okay. You've got exactly 34 minutes.
Wait one.

I can get you two Marine Corps
Harriers here in 11 minutes.

They're on maneuvers
outside of NAS Key West.

Get them. I'll brief them
on the way in.

Okay. Send them in right away.

Would you like one?

I want the state police driving
through the streets, okay,

on their damn loudspeakers.

Hey, here they come.

Lime-Zero-One, got a tally on
three trucks eastbound on the bridge.

Roger, Lime-Zero-One.
You're clear to engage.

Ringo is padlocked. In hot with guns.

Let's get some.

Okay, Marines, it's time to kick ass.

Recommend using your Mavericks
to take out the bridge.

Roger that. Lime flight,
switch Mavericks.

Two.

These missiles won't set
off those nukes, will they?

Negative. That's a negative
Lime-Zero-One.

Fire.

-Bingo!
-Good shooting, Marines.

I'll kill you!

-It's out of control.
-Looks like somebody capped the driver

Bitch!

Like one?

How about two?

Get down to the limo!

Come on! Take it down! Let's go!

-Get down!
-Get down. Take it down. All right.

Harry! Harry!

-The bridge is out!
-What?

The bridge is out!

I can't hear you!

What?

Oh, God! The bridge is out!
The bridge is out, Harry!

Hurry! Come on! Come on!

Speed up a little bit, now.
Get down there.

Come on! Hurry!

Hurry, Harry!

-I... I can't reach.
-Grab my hand!

-Come back! Harry!
-Grab my hand!

Okay, to the right, to the right.
Go back.

-I can't reach! Get lower!
-Come on!

Lower, Harry!

-Here we go! Hold on!
-Okay.

Hold on really tight!

Harry! Harry! Come back!

Pull up, pull up, pull up!

Grab my hand! You can do it!

-Try! Come on, try again.
-I can't reach! Closer!

-God, Harry! Please! Harry!
-Come on! Come on, hurry!

Oh, shit!

Come on, baby.

Hold on! I got you!

-Oh, God!
-Hold on tight!

Harry!

Okay, let's get this thing
on the ground.

All right. Let's get these aircraft
on the ground, gentlemen.

We got a nuclear bomb going off
in about one minute.

Stage one clear.

-Any minute now.
-All right. I know.

Go, go, go.

Come here. Give me a bullhorn.

All right, everybody, it's showtime.

Do not look at the flash!
Do not look at the flash!

Get down over there!
Do not look at the flash!

We should be safe here.

This is the wrong finger.

Harry. Hey, Harry, come here!

-Go to work.
-Okay.

Bye.

-Okay, all right.
-What?

Aziz's copter landed about 20 minutes
ago on top of a high-rise

-in downtown Miami.
-It's right here.

That's where he rendezvoused
with a dozen other faction members,

and they're holed up on
the 20th floor.

I got SWAT down there,
and the cops cordoned off the area.

Harry, they got a hostage. It's Dana.

What do you mean? My Dana?

I'm real sorry. Harry.
I don't know what to say.

I guess he grabbed her
in the middle of the night.

I had no idea.
We just found out about it.

But I'll tell you what,
I don't want you to worry,

'cause we're gonna get her back.

I've already got a guy on the inside.
Harry, listen, come here.

We're gonna get her back. Here we go.

Excuse me, Captain. I gotta borrow
your plane for a minute, okay?

Listen, FORSCOM, they cleared you
to give us total cooperation,

-am I right?
-Yes, sir, but...

And you know that comes directly from
the President of these United States?

But, sir, you're gonna have
to sign for this aircraft.

I'll sign for it. You got a pen?
You take care of it, would you?

Hey, Harry, do you realize that
it has in fact been 10 years

since you've been behind the wheel
of one of these things?

If I break it,
they can take it out of my pay.

Don't worry about it.
We got a guy on the inside, Harry.

Got to move back, everybody!
Come on, let's go!

What are you doing?

All right, everybody, it's gonna
be all right! It's gonna be okay.

He's got hundreds of hours
in the Harriers there.

He is a little rusty right now,
but that's a trademark Tasker takeoff,

I gotta be honest with you.

It's like riding a bike.
You never forget, really.

We might want to seek shelter!

Sorry.

Fuck!

The streets are filled
with running people

as the police try to
evacuate the buildings.

They're firing again.

...appear to be shooting
wildly into the air as I'm speaking.

Now, these seem to be warning shots.

So far, they have not fired at us
or the police...

This apparently is the same group

which just detonated a nuclear bomb
in the Florida Keys...

Crimson Jihad will rain fire
on one major US city each week

until our demands are met.

This tape was released to the media
just minutes after the terrorists...

I have to go to the bathroom.

We'll repeat the tape
in just a few moments

following this live report
from the scene.

Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

-The video crew you wanted is here!
-Send them!

They're coming in. They're unarmed.

Come on. Let's go. Go.

This is a communiqué
from Crimson Jihad.

You have seen a demonstration
of our power.

Do not force us to destroy this city,

and do not try
to use force against us.

I, we, are all prepared to die.

With one turn of that key,

two million of your people
will die instantly!

-What key?
-That key!

Who's taken the key?

Shoot her!

Holy shit!

Unit One to Unit Seven.
Give me a situation report.

One to Seven. Give me a sit rep.

Faisil, do you copy?

Seven here, 21st floor secure.

About 12 faction members
on the 20th floor. No hostages there.

-Where's Dana?
-She's on the roof.

Okay, stay put.
And give me that address again.

You shoot me, this'll fall!

Stay where you are!
Stay where you are!

Give me the key!

-I'll drop it, I swear!
-No!

Give me the key.

Come on, child.
You don't want to die, do you?

Give me the key,
and you won't get hurt.

I give you my word!

No way, you wacko!

Help me!

Please, don't come any closer!

Help me! Help me!

Somebody!

Help me! Help me!
Please, help me, somebody!

Dana, jump down! Jump! Come on down.
Jump down!

Dad?

Help me! Daddy!

Daddy, come back!

Daddy, help me!

Daddy, get me down!

Daddy! Daddy! Daddy, help me!

Dana, jump! Jump!
Daddy will catch you!

Daddy, I can't...

-Jump!
-I can't!

Hold on! Hold on!

Daddy, don't you let me fall, please!

-Daddy!
-Dana, I got you!

I'm slipping!

-Daddy!
-No! Dana!

-Hold on!
-Help me! I'm gonna fall!

Daddy!

Come on, hold my hand!

Hold on tight, honey.

Daddy, he's behind you!

Take this plane down, now,
or I'll kill her!

Take it down, now!

Oh, my God, do something!

You're fired.

It's okay.

Dana, honey, it's over.

Hi, pumpkin.

Just seconds after the jet landed,

the unidentified pilot was escorted
from the scene by federal agents.

Though it is unclear at this moment
which agency was responsible

for the operation which ended
the terrorist threat

so dramatically early this morning,

we've learned from Miami Police...

-One, two, three...
-No, wait, stop. Just begin.

Okay, fine.
But do it at the same time.

Okay, ready?

Do it properly.

One, two, three, four,
I declare a thumb war.

Five, six, seven, eight,
try to keep your thumbs straight.

-Dad, wait! Stop!
-Hey!

-You have to wait!
-I got you!

Right. Just listen.
Listen to the rules.

Okay, here. Okay, again.

-One, two three...
-One, two, three... No, start over.

-Hello?
-Boris and Doris?

We're on.

Yes. Go ahead.

Colonel, how nice to see you again.

Good evening.

Who was that?

So, what's the scoop, team?
You see your contact yet?

Haven't seen him yet.

But I see somebody
I'd like to say hello to.

Here. Let me pour you
some more champagne.

I gotta keep up the waiter bit.

These stakeouts can be tricky,
you know.

You never know
when things might explode

into a life-or-death situation.

If it gets rough,
just stay low until it's over,

and I'll contact you later.

-Maybe you should give me your...
-So, we meet again, Carlos.

Honey, I'm just gonna do him
right here, okay?

Go for it.

Oh, God.

Fear is not an option.

Dance?

-Oh, no.
-Tango.

Oh, shit. Here we go.

Harry? Helen? Guys?

Come on, now. Let's not get
distracted. We got some work to do.

All right, guys. Come on.

You guys better get serious in there.
I'd be serious if I was in there.

Don't ignore me, Harry. That's rude.

All right, guys. Come on.

National security, guys. Come on.
Life and death.

Harry? Harry?

Helen?

Helen, I was always on your side.
I was always there for you, Helen.

You know what?
I'm sick of being in the van.

You guys are gonna be
in the van next time.

I've been in the van
for 15 years, Harry.