All language subtitles for Lord.of.War.2005.1080p.BluRay.10Bit.X265.DD.5.1-Chivaman.eng

There are over 550 million firearms
in worldwide circulation.

That's one firearm for every
12 people on the planet.

The only question is...

how do we arm the other 11?

♪ There's something happening here

♪ What it is ain't exactly clear

♪ There's a man with a gun
over there

♪ Telling me I got to beware

♪ I think it's time we stop, children,
what's that sound?

♪ Everybody look
what's going down

♪ There's battle lines
being drawn

♪ Nobody's right

♪ If everybody's wrong

♪ Young people
speaking their minds

♪ Are getting so much resistance
from behind

♪ I think it's time we stop, hey,
what's that sound?

♪ Everybody look
what's going down

- ♪ What a field day for the heat.
- ♪ Ooh-ooh

♪ A thousand people
in the street

♪ Singing songs
and a-carrying signs

♪ Mostly say,
hooray for our side

♪ It's time we stop, hey,
what's that sound?

♪ Everybody look
what's going down

♪ Paranoia strikes deep

♪ Into your life it will creep

♪ It starts when
you're always afraid

♪ You step out of line,
the man come and take you away

♪ We better stop, children,
what's that sound?

♪ Everybody look
what's going down

♪ There's battle lines
being drawn

♪ Nobody's right

♪ If everybody's wrong

♪ Young people speaking
their minds

♪ Are getting so much resistance
from behind

♪ It's time we stop, hey,
what's that sound?

♪ Everybody look
what's going down

You don't have to worry.

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

I'm just gonna tell you
what happened.

My name is Yuri Orlov.

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

but not all the way.

Like most Ukrainians,
we congregated in Brighton Beach.

It reminded us of the Black Sea.

I soon realized we just swapped
one hell for another.

Even in hell, an angel
sometimes makes an appearance.

I'd worshipped Ava Fontaine
since I was 10 years old.

Of course,
she didn't know I existed.

I was starting to think
she had a point.

For the first 20-odd years
of my life,

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

the end of the line.

Oh, I did lie about my name.

It's not really Yuri Orlov.

On few occasions in the 20th century
has it been an advantage to be a Jew,

but in the '70s,
to escape the Soviet Union,

our family pretended
to be Jewish.

Little about my life
has been kosher ever since.

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

Vitaly, my younger brother. He was as
lost as me. He just didn't know it yet.

Yuri, you're late.

My father took
his assumed identity to heart.

He was more Jewish
than most Jews,

which drove my
Catholic mother crazy.

How many times?
I can't eat shellfish.

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

I like it.

I like the hat-

to remind us there is
something above us.

I like that.

- I'm going to temple.
- You're not.

You go to temple
more than the rabbi.

Yuri, don't forget
to check the specials at the Palace.

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

Russian mobsters had also
migrated from the Soviet Union.

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

There was always some gangster
getting whacked,

but I'd never seen it
with my own eyes-

I had a knack of showing up
five minutes before it went down,

or five minutes after.

Not that day.

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

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

That day I realized my destiny lay
in fulfilling another basic human need.

The next Sabbath,
I went to temple with my father.

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

Eli, my oldest son Yuri.

My contact at synagogue

landed me my first Israeli-made
Uzi submachine guns.

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

You have absolutely no idea
what you're doing,

but it is exciting, and one way
or another, it's over way too fast.

Gentlemen, the new Uzi
machine pistol -

big firepower
in a small package.

This little baby uses
9mm hollow points,

2025-round extendable mags.

Rear-flip adjustable sights.
Silencer as standard. Recoil reduction.

Muzzle jump reduced 40%,
60% improved noise suppression.

You could pump a mag
into me right now

and never wake the guy
in the next room.

Of course that would eliminate
your opportunity for repeat business.

I did have a natural instinct
for smuggling contraband.

Fortunately, back then a video camera
was as big as a bazooka.

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

and I should have been
running towards it.

It's in our nature.

The earliest human skeletons
had spearheads in their ribcages.

S All right

♪ He was a young American

♪ Young American, young American

♪ He was a young American

Where have you been?
What if we had a customer?

God bless America.

- Mm, mm-hm.
- Yeah?

"Beware of the dog"?
You don't have a dog.

- Are you trying to scare people?
- No, it's to scare me.

Remind me to be aware
of the dog in me.

The dog that wants to fuck everything
that moves, fight and kill weaker dogs.

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

Isn't being a dog
part of being human?

What if that's the best part
of you, the dog part?

What if you're really
just a two-legged dog?

You need to see somebody.

It stinks in here.

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

I just didn't know what.

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

I was going to aim high.

Vitaly, stop fucking around.
I want to talk to you.

You read the newspapers, V?

The newspaper?
It's always the same.

You're right. Every day
there's people shooting each other.

You know what I do
when I see that'?

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

You opening a gun shop?

Already more of those
in America than McDonald's.

Even with all the gangsters
around here, the margins are too low.

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

Forget gang wars.

The real money's
in actual wars between countries.

Yuri, what the fuck
do you know about guns?

I know which end
I'd rather be on.

I made the first sale.
We're already in business.

Whoa. We?

I need a partner.

I don't know.
I don't know, Yuri. I don't know.

Vitaly, I've tasted your borscht.
You're no fucking chef.

I can eat in the restaurant for free,
and I still don't eat there.

Fuck you.

We're doing nothing
with our lives.

I mean, this is shit.
This is shit.

That's true.

But maybe doing nothing's
better than doing this.

I need you.

May I interest you in the shoulder-fired
SA-7 surface-to-air missile?

It's the older Chinese model. Not so
effective against military aircraft,

but deadly if used
against a commercial airliner.

Giving them away at 850.

It was the '80s, and the Cold War
was far from thawed.

Most of the deals were
government to government.

It was a mostly private club
with a lifetime club president.

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

Simeon Weisz.

Angola, Mozambique,
those Exocet missiles in the Falklands.

He was selling guns
before there was gunpowder.

I'll be right back.

Mr. Weisz. Mr. Weisz.

It's OK. They're talking.

- May I help?
- Yes, a mutual friend, Eli Kurtzman,

from Brighton Beach, import, exports,
said to contact you.

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

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

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

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

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

Bullets change governments
far surer than votes.

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

This is no place for amateurs.

Curious how you revert to your native
tongue in moments of extreme anger...

and ecstasy.

Oh, you are beautiful.

What's your name again?

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

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

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

When the US leaves a war zone,

they generally don't take
their munitions.

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

So we sell by the kilo.

They're secondhand weapons,
but they're still OK.

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

I had a flair for languages.

But I soon discovered
that what talks best is dollars,

dinars, drachmas, rubles,
rupees and pounds fucking sterling.

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

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

And some of the brass,
like Lieutenant Colonel Southern

needed to raise money
for their own private wars.

Good to make your acquaintance.

This is bullshit money, V.
This is small fucking potatoes.

- What, you want to go more legit?
- No, more illegal.

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

It's not our fight.

V, come on.

Let's go. Come on.

Selling guns is like
selling vacuum cleaners.

You make calls,
pound the pavement, take orders.

I was an equal opportunity
merchant of death.

I supplied every army
but the Salvation Army.

I sold Israeli-made Uzis
to Muslims.

I sold communist-made
bullets to fascists.

I even shipped cargo
to Afghanistan

when they were fighting
my fellow Soviets.

I never sold to Osama bin Laden.

Not on any moral grounds. Back then
he was always bouncing checks.

By the mid '80s,
my weapons were represented

in eight of the world's
top ten war zones.

It's no problem leading a double life.

It's the triple and quadruples lives
that get you in the end.

Back then I carried a French, British,
Israeli and Ukrainian passport

and a student visa for the US -
but that's another story.

I also packed six different briefcases,

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

Without operations like mine,

it would be impossible for certain
countries to conduct a respectable war.

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

There are three basic types
of arms deal -

white being legal,
black being illegal

and my personal
favorite color: gray.

Sometimes I made the deals
so convoluted,

it was hard for me to work out
if they were on the level.

To keep authorities in the dark,
I often spoke in code.

Rocket launchers were "mothers,"
the rockets "children."

The AK-47 assault rifle
was the "angel king."

It's Yuri.

Yeah, well, yeah, Raoul...

Raoul, the angel king
will arrive tomorrow.

Hallelujah to you too.
All right.

The point is if I've done my job right,

an arms embargo should be
practically impossible to enforce.

What?
OK, just slow the fuck down.

I can't understand you. What?

What do you mean "tipped off"?
They know where we are?

Well, where are they?
Well, how long have I got?

"Not long"?
What does that mean? Shit.

- Do we try to lose them?
- On this?

- Yuri, we have to get off this thing.
- No, no one's going anywhere. Slow.

Dead slow. Buy me time.

Yeah, it's Yuri.
Get that fucking rag down!

I need another handle
for this tub.

Something in our weight class.

You, over the side.
We're changing the name. Now!

Yes, it's gotta check out.

The way I look at it,
what's in a name?

Have you got a shorter name?

I'd often change the registration
of the ship or a plane.

But never at such short notice.

Damn, they're hauling.

What? "Kono."
How do you spell that? K-o-n-o.

OK, well, that's good. Kono.

K-o-n-o.

What are we flying?
Dutch. Got it.

V, get me a Dutch flag,
would you?

Faster or I'll send your ass in!

- Yuri, I don't have Dutch.
- What?

- I've got Belgium.
- What use is that?

He's painting a name
registered in the fucking Netherlands.

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

Turn it sideways...

it's Dutch.

That's why you're my brother.

All right, good.
Everybody look innocent now.

They say every man
has his price.

But not every man gets it.

Interpol agent Jack Valentine
couldn't be bought,

at least not with money.

For Jack, glory was the prize.

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

Keno. K-o-n-o.

- It's clean, sir.
- It's clean?

Sure doesn't look clean.
I'm gonna go aboard.

Phone in a sighting
of the Kristol south of Aruba.

Even when I was up against
an overzealous agent,

I had a number of methods
for discouraging a search.

I routinely mislabeled
my arms shipments "farm machinery."

And I have yet to meet
the lowly paid customs official

who will open a container
marked "radioactive waste"

to verify its contents.

But my personal favorite
is the unique combination

of week-old potatoes
and tropical heat.

It smells.

Sir, sighting of the Kristol
due north.

Most importantly, I kept
intelligence people on the payroll

to supply their colleagues
with counterintelligence.

Let's go.

The second rule of gunrunning
is always ensure

you have a foolproof way
to get paid.

Preferably in advance,
ideally to an offshore account.

That's why I chose
my customers so carefully.

Say what you like
about warlords and dictators.

They tend to have
a highly developed sense of order.

They always pay their bills
on time.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

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

FUCK you!

No, V.

Shit.

The first and most important rule
of gunrunning

is never get shot
with your own merchandise.

You OK?

I think so.

- So what do we do now?
- Let's celebrate.

♪ If you wanna hang out,
you've got to take her out

♪ Cocaine

- A' If you wanna get down.
- God.

♪ Down on the ground

♪ Cocaine

That narco-guerilla
had his facts right.

After shipping it stateside, the return
on that blow netted me a healthy profit.

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

Vitaly.

Vit.

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

Maybe just from Vitaly.

I found him 12 days,
2,000 miles and 150 grams later

in a Bolivian boarding house.

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

♪ Cocaine

V-

♪ If your thing is gone
and you wanna ride on

♪ Cocaine

- Come on.
- S Don't forget this fact

♪ You can't get it back

♪ Cocaine

♪ She don't lie,
she don't lie, she don't lie

♪ Cocaine I'

Yuri. It's my brother Yuri.

He's my big brother.

- What the fuck is that?
- Ukraine.

I was young, but I remember. Look.

I start in Odessa, right?

And then I work my way
to the Crimean.

You'll be dead
before you reach Kiev.

- Come on, we're going home.
- You fuck!

You fucking fuck!
You fucking fuck!

What the fuck is your problem?

Come on, Vit.

- It's so nice to be home.
- Yeah, we're gonna get you home.

Come on.

Get out of the car.

Vitaly, I need you
to get out of the car.

I promised our parents.

Please.

You're gonna have a great time.
This is a top place.

Two models checked in last week. That
cute weather girl's been here since July.

Please, please.

Please, Yuri.

You're a good brother.

- OK.
- You're a good brother, Yuri.

- OK, all right.
- Good brother.

All right,
get out of the car. OK.

Get out of the car.

From then on,
I was a one-man operation.

I never understood what separated
the recreational drug user

from the habitual,
but for the grace of God,

it could have been me snorting
lines as long as the Belt Parkway.

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

There she was again.
Ava Fontaine.

In my neighborhood,
they say "The good get out."

In our own ways,
we'd both conquered the world.

You can't force someone
to love you.

But you can definitely
improve your odds.

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

another 12 to buy out the hotel.

It's a popular hotel, huh?

- Ava Fontaine.
- Yuri Orlov.

- What brings you to St. Bart's?
- Photo shoot.

At least that was the plan.

Guess the photographer
got stuck in Miami.

Hurricane, though there's nothing
on the news.

Those things can come
out of nowhere.

So, the job's been canceled,

and there's no flight back to New York
until Tuesday.

You can hitch a ride with me
if you like. I'm leaving tomorrow.

Meanwhile, why don't I
take your picture?

In my experience, some
of the most successful relationships

are based on lies and deceit.

Since that's where they usually end up
anyway, it's a logical place to start.

Right there. Right there.
Hold it.

Oh my God!

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

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

unless you owned the jet.

- This is your plane?
- That is my name.

Of course I was lying.
The plane was a rental

like the car and even the suit
I was standing in.

At the last minute I bribed
the crew for the paint job.

Luckily by the time we landed,

Ava wasn't looking anywhere
but in my eyes.

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

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

At least you're not taking them off.

I would be if half the photographers
had their way.

- What about you?
- I'm in transport.

International air freight mostly.

Business is good.

- Where are you from?
- Ukraine, but I grew up in Brooklyn.

- No.
- What, you too?

Williamsburg.

Well, here's to a hurricane.

Without it I never
would have met you.

This is no accident, is it, Yuri?

It feels like fate.

I don't believe in fate.

What do you believe in?

Is that a view or is that a view?

That's a view.

Thank you. Thank you all.

- Mazel tov.
- Congratulations.

Thanks.

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

Sure, Dad.
A $40,000 crystal chandelier.

(Uaughs)

Make yourselves at home.

Go. Go!

I'm sorry. Today must be tough.

Be nice to have a couple more guests
from my side of the family.

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

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

I know you, Yuri.

I know you're not
everything you seem.

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

I don't want to hear you lie.

You take risks.

Just...

promise me you won't risk us.

That's the trouble with failing
in love with a dream girl.

They have a habit
of becoming real.

I've never been so glad
to see Vitaly.

- So fucking beautiful!
- Oh!

Brother, brother,
thank you so much

for giving me such
a beautiful sister.

He was out of rehab
and out of his mind.

- Dance! Dance! We have to dance!
- All right.

It's a wedding. A celebration. To Yuri!

But for once, he rescued me.

I was still living
way beyond my means.

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

Anything to keep Ava in the style to
which she had - thanks largely to me -

become accustomed.

Ava! Ava this is too much.

Yuri likes to spoil you.

Then suddenly
all my Christmases came at once.

Nicki, you did it! Good boy!

Ha ha! That's my grandson!

Yuri, do you see
what your son is doing?

Whoever said
it's better to give than receive

never got a Christmas present
like the one I got

in 1991 from Mikhail Gorbachev.

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

- What's over?
- The Cold-fucking-War!

The Soviet-fucking-Union! The evil
empire. Mikhail's saying "no mas."

He's throwing in the towel.
It's over!

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

At least there'll be religious freedom.

Let's hope so.

I think I'll go back for a visit.

Do you stay in touch
with Uncle Dmitri?

I'm not a fool, Yuri.

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

Is this how you want
to be remembered?

(Uaughs)

I don't want to be
remembered at all.

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

Merry fucking Christmas!

Who is this, Vitaly?

- I'm Angel.
- Her name really is Angel.

She's a fairy.

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

- I love you!
- Come on.

I love you all.

Take this.

I'm going back to Ukraine.

I miss Odessa.

- I miss you.
- I miss you.

Be careful, Yuri.
Those things you sell kill.

Inside.

You're high.

Well, that's true.

Hello, Christian.

During the Cold War, the Red Army

stationed nearly one million troops
in Ukraine

because of its strategic
military importance.

The day after the Wall came down
the paychecks stopped coming.

There's nothing better
for an arms dealer

than the combination of disgruntled
soldiers and warehouses of weapons.

I was hoping
Major General Dmitri Volkoff

would open a lot of armory doors
in lots of military bases.

For a start, he was family.

He was a highly decorated hero
of the Red Army

and he was almost
permanently shit-faced.

I can't just sell you
government property, Yuri.

I have to report.

Report to who? Moscow?

As of last week Moscow's
in a foreign country.

New flag, new boss.

There is no new boss yet.
They're all too busy squabbling

over who's gonna get the presidential
holiday home at the Black Sea.

It's beautiful.

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

Show me your inventory.

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

had generated the highest
weapons buildup in history.

The Soviets had guns coming out
of the demon hole.

Huge stockpiles,
and now no enemy.

How many Kalashnikovs
do you have?

40,000.

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

- Looks more like a one.
- No, it's a four.

It's whatever we say it is because
no one else will know the difference.

10,000 Kalashnikovs
for a battalion.

Your stocks are dangerously
depleted, Dmitri.

You should order more
from the factory.

Someone will work it out.

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

The end of the Cold War was the start
of the hottest time in arms dealing.

The arms bazaar was open.

Guided missiles,
unguided missiles,

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

I even landed a squadron
of helicopter gunships -

the most sophisticated
fighting machines,

built for a war with America
that never happened.

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

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

when he advocated
the redistribution of wealth.

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

I had rivals.

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

You don't know who I am, do you?

You're late.

So it appears.

You look a little lost, Simeon.
Is the world changing too fast?

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

You've gotten so rich
selling for the CIA

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

Oh, the Cold War had its uses.

Kept attentions frozen.

Now it's harder to determine
which side one's on.

Things have become more complicated.

No, it's gotten simpler.

There's no place in gunrunning
for politics anymore, Simeon.

I sell to leftists and rightists.

I'd sell to pacifists but they're not
the most regular of customers.

But you're not a true internationalist

until you've supplied weapons
to kill your own countrymen.

This current state of chaos
won't last forever.

There'll have to be order.

Instead of cutting
each other's throats,

it may be beneficial if we work
together. What do you think?

What do I think?

I think you're the amateur now.

I think you should go with your
instincts. With your first instinct.

I'm the same man who was not
good enough for you before

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

The problem with gunrunners
going to war...

is that there's no shortage
of ammunition.

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

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

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

And Ukraine
wasn't the only former state

with an unpaid army
and stockpiles of guns.

There was Bulgaria, Hungary,

Poland, Belarus,

all there for the taking.

Of all the weapons
in the vast Soviet arsenal

nothing was more profitable than
Avtomat Kalashnikova, model of 1947,

more commonly known
as the AK-47 or Kalashnikov.

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

A weapon all fighters love.

An elegantly simple 9-lb. amalgamation
of forged steel and plywood.

It doesn't break, jam, or overheat.

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

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

The Soviets put the gun on a coin.

Mozambique put it on their flag.

Since the end of the Cold War,

the Kalashnikov has become
the Russian people's greatest export.

After that comes vodka,
caviar and suicidal novelists.

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

You were supposed to be
watching out.

How can I?
You keep selling my helicopters.

You are too greedy, Yuri.

I can't hold him forever.

- I've got paperwork.
- Not for the gunships.

You know the penalty
for sanction-busting.

Selling the military helicopter
is a major violation.

Military helicopter.

It's not a military helicopter.

It's a rescue helicopter.

Get to work, son.

The law is on our side.

All right, let me see your papers.

No, no, put that away.
Let's see your papers.

- Yuri Orlov.
- Mr. Orlov.

Always in the wrong place
at the right time.

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

What was the name of that freighter?
I can't remember. Kono or the Kristol?

The crew called it a lot of names - none
of them repeatable in polite company.

- Answer the question.
- The new MP-5.

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

Dmitri!

The end-user certificate
for this aircraft states "Burkina Faso."

Nice. Very nice.
Did you type this up yourself?

The helicopter is to be used
on humanitarian missions.

- Oh, so you're a humanitarian?
- Oh, absolutely.

This is a military aircraft.

- Not anymore.
- Listen to the nephew.

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

The only way you could die from this
baby now is if a food drop hits you.

This stuff here?
Is that going to Burkina Faso as well?

But to a different client
at a different address.

Just a coincidence, is that it? Do you
take me for a complete fucking fool?

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

when shipped separately,
the weapons and aircraft both comply

with current Interpol trade standards.

We both know that is an obscene
bureaucratic loophole

that's gonna be closed
any goddamn day.

But it's not closed.

And while certain people may
interpret this cargo as suspicious,

thank God we live in a world where
suspicion does not constitute crime.

And where men like you
respect the rule of law.

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

And he was the rarest breed
of law enforcement officer.

The type who knew
I was breaking the law

but wouldn't break it himself
to bust me.

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

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

Sometimes with offers
better than mine.

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

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

I told him to go have
intercourse with himself. But, Yuri...

- You need to make more payoffs.
- Too many know.

Don't worry. There are more VCRs,
cigarettes. I left them in your new car.

Even your enemy
was admiring that car.

I am the luckiest man alive.

You are.

- Hello?
- Ava?

Hi, baby.

- You forget what time it is?
- I'm sorry, I...

How was that... your audition?

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

They don't deserve you.

Where are you? Is everything OK?

It was a rough day
at the office.

- Come home.
- Soon. How's Nicki?

He misses you. We both do.

It's lonely without you here.

You know I don't like nights.
Ever since my parents.

Yuri, what's that?

A party. I'd better go. Just wanted
to call and hear your voice.

- Kiss Nicki for me.
- I love you.

The pillaging didn't die with my uncle.

After the Wall came down,
$32 billion dollars worth of arms

were stolen and resold
from Ukraine alone.

One of the greatest heists
of the 20th century.

The primary market was Africa.

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

A gunrunner's wet dream.

At the time,
the West couldn't care less.

They had a white war in what
was left of Yugoslavia.

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

Originally established as a homeland
for freed American slaves,

it's been enslaved by one dictator
or another ever since.

The latest was American-educated
self-declared president Andre Baptiste.

Mr. Yuri!

I'm Andre Baptiste Jr.

- My father would like to meet you.
- What an honor.

Thank him, but unfortunately
I have other business.

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

It is not...

as they say... optional.

My father is easily offended.

My schedule just freed up.

Whoo!

President Baptiste
was my best customer,

but I was in no hurry to meet him.

He had a reputation
for routinely hacking off the limbs

of those who opposed him.

His seven-year civil war
has been described

as a relentless campaign
of sadistic wanton violence.

That kind of sums up Andy for me.

The Glock is interesting.

It's made of a polymer composite.

Clients feel they can
get through airport security

without setting off a lot of bells and
whistles. I do not recommend that.

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

there is no substitute for
the six inches of muzzle energy

of the .357 Magnum.

And, of course, it will never jam.

- Why'd you do that?!
- What did you say?

Well, now you're gonna have to buy it.
It's a used gun.

How can I sell a used gun?

A used gun.

A used gun.

That's a good one.

You know, there is no discipline
with the youth today.

I try to set an example,
but it is difficult.

Personally, I blame MTV.

A used gun.

(Uaughs)

I think you and I,

we can do business.

If I thought
I was scared of Andre Sr.,

I knew I was scared of Andre Jr.

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

He was also a cannibal.

They say Andre would eat a victim's
heart while it was still beating

to give him superhuman strength.

Monrovia itself was like being
on another planet. Planet Monrovia.

From the temperature, it was
obviously a planet close to the sun.

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

Outside town was the edge of hell.

I didn't want to even gaze into it.

This is your hotel.

Two stars.

- Can you bring me the gun of Rambo?
- Part one, two or three?

- I've only seen part one.
- The M-60.

Would you like
armor-piercing bullets?

Please.

My father left a welcoming present
in your room. Enjoy.

(Uaughs)

My God,
she nearly got her head cut off.

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

Second floor.

In the most AIDS-infested region
of the globe,

where one in four is infected,

Andre's idea of a joke was to put
a young lman and Naomi in my bed

and no condom within 100 miles.

♪ Yes

♪ Give me a reason to love you

♪ Give me a reason

Hello, Mr. Yuri.

Hi.

We'd be happy to make you happy.

Uh... I can't.

I'd love to, but I can't.

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

Oh.

How do you know?

Do we look like it?

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

You worry too much.

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

when there's so many things
that can kill you today?

Now...

how can we make you happy?

By leaving.

These are my Kalashnikov Kids,

my Boy Brigades.

I can see what you are thinking,
but we need every man we can get.

Even if they're not men?

A bullet from a 14-year-old is just
as effective as one from a 40-year-old.

Often more effective.

No one can stop this bath of blood.

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

Thank you,

but I prefer it my way.

I am not going to pay
your asking price.

We are not a rich people.
And besides,

the market is already flooded
with your Kalashnikovs.

In some parts of my country, you can
get one for the price of a chicken.

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

End-user certificates need to be forged,
shell companies set up,

insurance purchased, pilots and crews
hired. Not to mention the bribes.

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

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

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

Andy?

I am going to pay you in timber.

Or stones.

I'll take the stones.

It's kind of hard to get
a tree trunk into my hand luggage.

I know you're planning
a new offensive.

If you can delay a week I can get you
armored personnel carriers.

They'd greatly reduce
your casualties

and give you a significant
strategic advantage.

You know, they call me
the Lord of War,

but perhaps it is you.

It's not "Lord of War".
It's "Warlord".

Thank you,
but I prefer it my way.

(Uaughs)

Conflict diamonds are
a common currency in West Africa.

Also referred to
as "blood diamonds",

since bloodshed is what
they generally finance.

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

Even surpassed my lies.

I could even afford
to become a patron of the arts.

I can't believe it.

Well, of course
it's wonderful. I just...

I didn't expect it
to happen so soon.

Yes, well, that...

well, that would
be great, too, yeah.

It's wonderful.
Thank you so much.

It's... Yuri.
OK, thank you. Bye.

Yuri, that was the dealer on the phone.
I just sold my first painting.

That's fantastic! Who bought it?

Someone important.
They wanna remain anonymous.

- This is so wonderful.
- Yeah, how was your trip?

You know, same old, same old.
Where's Nicki?

In bed. I'm sorry.
He couldn't stay up.

- Well, that's best.
- My first painting.

I'm officially an artist.

- This calls for a drink.
- What doesn't?

Hi.

- Yuri, this is, uh, uh...
- Candy.

- Candy, of course.
- Hi.

Any friend of my brother's...
is a friend of my brother's.

You have a beautiful everything.

- Yes, he does.
- Yes, I do.

- I'm gonna kiss Nicki good night.
- OK.

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

still the resident family fuck up.

Yeah, well, I guess
someone has to do it.

Yeah.

Hey, Ava knows, right?

I never want to say anything.

She doesn't have to know.
She understands.

She's a survivor, like me.

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

She doesn't know
how you pay for this?

We don't talk about it.

How many car salesmen
talk about their work, huh?

How many cigarette salesmen? Their
products kill more people than mine.

At least mine
has a safety switch.

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

Goddamn, you are good.

You really are.

You almost had me convinced.

Could you, uh...

could you help me out
with some...

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why what?

- Why, why, why, why?
- I don't know. I don't know.

Why what?

Why are you so fucked up
all the time?

Because I am.

I didn't know how much
Ava really knew

and how much she ignored.

She never questioned
how a guy in transport

could afford to give her
18-carat diamond earrings.

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

Mostly, she seemed content
that I was a good provider,

and, as far
as she was concerned, loyal.

Despite the other women,

I always made love to Ava
as if she was the only one.

I'm not saying
I didn't have setbacks.

It's not called "gunrunning" for
nothing. You gotta be fast on your feet.

Some revolutions blow over
before the guns even get there.

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

Truce? What do you mean "truce"?

The guns are already
on their way.

"Peace talks."

All right, forget it. I'll reroute
the shipment to the Balkans.

When they say they're gonna
have a war, they keep their word.

Of course, a new breed of gunrunner
requires a new breed of cop.

Henry, take Park Avenue.

Take 'em on a tour
of New Jersey.

Yuri...

there are men
going through our garbage cans.

It's probably just reporters
looking for somebody else.

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

Yuri...

is there anything
I should be worried about?

No, nothing.

- Nothing.
- I love you.

I love you too.

Sir.

I was now the best
merchant of death alive.

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

Running guns into Liberia, Sierra Leone
or the Ivory Coast at least once a week.

Most trips, I had phony paperwork.

If the deadline was tight
and I had to cut corners,

I had no papenlvork at all.

But I wasn't overly concerned.

There was hardly any radar
over most of Africa,

and even fewer people
to watch it.

Charlie, Echo, India.

Reroute to Kabala airport
on heading 0-2-9.

Comply immediately.

Colonel Southern, I'm sorry to call you,
but I've got Interpol all over my ass.

I can't know you right now.
It's not a good time.

Not a good time?

Charlie, Echo, India,
comply immediately.

- This is your last warning.
- Where was the first warning?

Rock your wings
if you intend to comply.

I'm putting us down.

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

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

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

This is Charlie, Echo, India.

Request to reroute
to Kabala airport on bearing 0-2-9.

No, not the airport. There, the highway.
It's our only hope.

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

You underestimate yourself, Aleksei.
You're the best.

You're the shit, Aleksei.
You're the shit! You're the shit!

Of course,
Aleksei wasn't the best.

He'd come 42nd out of 43
at the Moscow Flight School.

Oh, God, what's he doing?
Is this guy nuts?

I can't land there, sir.

Kabala's only 15 minutes away.
He can't get far.

I want a truck on the tarmac.

We're gonna be OK.

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

Wait, there's not gonna be
any evidence.

Come here, come here.

Hey, don't be shy.
Here, look. Free sample.

Help yourself, OK?
Free sample. Tell your friends.

Come here. You want something?
Want an RPG? All for you. All right?

Happy times. Come on.
Help yourselves.

No charge. Everything goes.

Guns, guns, guns.
Yeah, come on up!

Yeah, having fun now, huh?

Come on. Guns, guns, guns! Yeah!

Bullets, guns, grenades.

Hooray, yeah, take 'em all.
Take the whole crate.

Go ahead, take the crate.
Everybody, come on.

Guns, grenades, hooray!

Bullets, guns, grenades!

Yeah!

That one's got your name on it.

You want one, too? Come on. We got
bullets. Don't forget the bullets.

How can you shoot a gun
if you don't have bullets?

Everything goes for free.

Guns, grenades, RPGs,

bullets, guns, yeah!

Hooray, hooray!
Want some bullets?

Gotta have bullets.

What a cargo crew
at Heathrow Airport does in a day

took a bunch of malnourished
Sierra Leonean locals 10 minutes.

By the time Agent Valentine
got there,

you could find more guns
on a plane full of Quakers.

Yuri Orlov.

- Ow, fuck!
- You run from us?

No, Mbizi, no.

Can he run with no legs?

Let me make him disappear.
Here, people disappear all the time.

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

Who will know?

We will.

He's gonna get
what's coming to him.

I'm not as certain.

All right, get up.

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

- I'm on safari.
- Yeah?

You're hunting wildebeests
with a submachine gun?

Do you work with the Park Service?
Hunting without a license the charge?

Why are we playing games?
You traffic arms.

- Trade.
- Trade, traffic.

You get rich by giving
the poorest people on the planet

the means to kill each other.

Do you know why I do what I do?

I mean, there are more
prestigious assignments.

Keeping track
of nuclear arsenals.

You'd think that more critical
to world security, but it's not.

No, nine out often
war victims today

are killed with assault rifles
and small arms like yours.

Those nuclear missiles
sit in their silos.

Your AK-47, that is the real weapon
of mass destruction.

I don't want people dead,
Agent Valentine.

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

I admit, a shooting war's
better for business,

but I prefer people
to fire my guns and miss,

just as long as they're firing.

Can I go now?
You've got nothing on me.

Except cuffs.

Since you're so concerned
with the law,

you must know I'm legally permitted
to hold you for 24 hours

without charging you.
You might ask why I would do that.

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

No. The reason I will delay you for
every second of the permissible 24 hours

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

I don't think of it as taking a day
from you, but giving a day to them.

Some innocent man, woman or child

is going to have
an extra day on this earth

because you're not free.

So, I will see you...

in 23 hours

and 55 minutes, huh?

Valentine knew
he didn't have to guard me.

There was nowhere to go.

Or maybe he was hoping
the locals would tear me apart.

But they were too busy with the plane.

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

You just don't do it.

The way I look at it,
it's the way of Africa,

maybe life.

Everything that comes from the earth
eventually returns.

Even a 40-ton
Atonov-12 cargo plane.

A gift for you.

You know,
you've arrived just in time.

I was afraid that he might die

before you got your chance...

to kill him.

This man came here

hoping to take your place.

Is that not so?

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

I am hereto supply his enemies.

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

He killed your blood,

your uncle,

when he tried to kill you.

- No.

You want that I should let him go?

- No, I...
- "No no,

You do want him dead.

You just...

don't want to have to do it yourself.

So...

we will do this together.

This will be

a bonding experience.

You know that you can stop this
anytime that you want.

But I don't think that you do.

Just say the word.

Say “$109.

Stop.

(Uaughs)

I will get you another room,
my friend.

With a much nicer view.

He ordered you brown-brown,
Mr. Yuri.

- What?
- Brown-brown.

- What is it?
- It's a mixture of cocaine

and gunpowder.

They give it to young boys before
battle. They do anything.

Some other time.

I suggest you try it
at least once, Mr. Yuri.

Why?

Because it's your gunpowder.

(Uaughs)

All right.

Even before that night

I started doing a lot of cocaine
in West Africa.

I'd never tried
brown-brown before.

But then I never killed a man either.

Here we go. Come on!

Oh, I didn't do anything, did I?

Wait, are you sick? SIDA?

AIDS?

Ask the white man. He will know.

Sir, will my hand grow back?

- Simeon?
- Remember, Yuri.

Take sides.

Simeon!

Don't! He's Andre's.

- Fuck Andre.
- Yeah, fuck Andre.

I'm sorry.
They don't usually do that.

Well, let me look at it.
Maybe I can fix it.

Let me see it.
It's the magazine. Give it to me.

"' FUCK you!

I started to feel I'd been cursed.

The curse of invincibility.

Nicki, please go to your room.

I don't believe you.

Can you prove any of this?

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

Even to you.
Perhaps especially to you.

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

So what do you want?

I was hoping that you would help me.

I understand that, uh...

your parents died tragically.

The illegal firearms used
to murder your mother and father

were procured from men
exactly like your husband.

I'd like you to leave.

OK. Gentlemen.

Ava?

Ava. What's wrong?

I can't wear the clothes.

I can't wear the jewelry.

I can't drive the car.

Can't live in this house.

Everything's got blood on it.

Blood on it?

What's the matter with you?

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

I'm a failed actress, remember?

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

They lie. They're liars.

Look at me. Look. They lie
to make themselves look good, OK?

You can't...
you can't trust them.

It's not just them.

Don't worry.
Your family didn't say anything.

They didn't have to.

I sell people a means to defend
themselves, Ava. That's all.

Yuri, I see the news.

I see those pictures.
The guns are bigger than the boys.

There is nothing illegal
about what I do.

I don't care if it's legal.

It's wrong.

Please stop.

It makes no difference if I stop.

Someone will take my place
the next clay.

So let them. We have enough.

It's not about the money.

Then what is it?

I'm good at it.

I feel like all I've clone
my whole life is be pretty.

I mean,

all I've done is be born.

I'm a failed actress,
a failed artist.

I'm not much good as a mother.

Come to think of it,
I'm not even that pretty anymore.

I have failed at everything, Yuri.

But I won't fail as a human being.

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

For the next six months
I stopped running guns.

- I went legitimate.
- This is an untapped market.

I'm talking over five million
cubic meters of timber

in the first year alone.

Over 100 exploitable species.

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

What do you say to over
10,000 barrels a month?

He must be lying.

He's talking.

There's gas reserves off the Ivory Coast
OPEC doesn't know about.

The phone numbers all check out.

It's all on the level.

No wonder Valentine was confused.

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

But the only problem with an honest
buck is they're so hard to make.

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

Still, I'd promised Ava.

Yuri, the president of Liberia
is on his way up.

He's early.

- I'll be back in a minute.
- OK.

What the fuck
are you doing here, Andre?

Peace talks at the United Nations.

So you thought you'd drop in
on your arms dealer?

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

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

That is a shame.

My son and I were hoping to do a little
shopping while we are in New York.

- You know they're watching you.
- I know they blame me.

They blame me for everything,
those hypocrites.

- They're on a hunt for a witch.
- "Witch hunt."

Hostilities have escalated.

They are making it very difficult
for me to resupply.

That requires a man

of your rare ingenuity.

I can't help you. I'm sorry.

I understand.

But you should know this.

Due to our present situation,
we are compelled...

to be unusually generous.

So see you soon,

Lord of War.

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

(Uaughs)

At four and a half months old
a human fetus has a reptile's tail -

a remnant of our evolution.

Maybe that's what I couldn't escape.

You can fight
a lot of enemies and survive,

but if you fight your biology
you will always lose.

You aren't waiting to say goodbye?
I'm not leaving for 10 minutes.

- Sorry, Nicki has swim practice.
- Oh, OK.

I'm kind of glad you're going.

You've been here so long
you're starting to get on my nerves.

This oil concession
should be wrapped up by Thursday.

I'll be back for the weekend.
We'll go somewhere. The sea.

That would be fun.

- Come on.
- Hey.

You trust me, right?

She looked me directly in the eye
the way I have

a thousand customs officials,
government bureaucrats

and law enforcement agents.

Yes, I trust you.

And she lied without flinching.

- I'll see you, big guy.
- Bye, Papa.

She learned from the best.

Have a good trip.

♪ But you don't really care
for music

♪ DO you?

♪ Baby, I've been here before

♪ I've seen this room
and I've walked this floor you know

- ♪ I used to live alone.
- That's him.

♪ Before I knew you

♪ And I've seen your flag
on the marble arch

♪ And love is not a victory march

♪ It's a cold and it's a broken

♪ Hallelujah

♪ Hallelujah

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

Like hide-and-seek?

Yes.

Like hide-and-seek.

♪ Maybe there's a God above

♪ But all I've ever learned from love

♪ Was how to shoot somebody

♪ Who got to you

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

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

♪ It's not somebody
who's seen the light

♪ It's a cold and it's a broken

♪ Hallelujah

♪ Hallelujah

I can put myself in Ava's place.
She might've understood

if the combination was the last four
digits of my social security number,

my birthday, even her birthday.
But not Nicolai's.

My son's birthday unlocked
what would later be described

as a catalogue of carnage.

Honey, come over here.

Nicki, stay right here.

Come on, Nicki.

- Come to see how the other half lives?
- I miss your borscht.

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

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

That's because it's not true.

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

I want you to come.

I can't.

I've got a girlfriend.

I think she might be the one.

Plus I'm thinking
of opening my own place.

Maybe this trip will help.
It's good money.

Yuri...

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

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

Why do you need me
all of a sudden?

West Africa's fucked up.

More than usual.

I can't trust anybody.

I need you to watch my back.

Yuri.

Welcome back.

Welcome, both of you.
Welcome to democracy.

Democracy?
What have you been drinking, Andy?

You have not seen the news.
They accuse me of rigging elections.

But after this, with your Florida
and your Supreme Court of kangaroos,

now... the US must shut up forever.

(Uaughs)

How do you do this, Yuri, huh?

How do you do this when they are
watching all of my airspace?

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

Come on, where's my fucking money?

When it is delivered.

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

This is for my neighbors to the west.

The west?

- We're going to Sierra Leone.
- Oh, yes.

And my son, Baptiste Jr.
Will go with you

to make the proper introductions.

We have no trucks.

You will... as soon
as we get the food out of them.

The gun of Rambo.

Mr. Yuri, you are a man
of your word.

- So where are we going?
- RUF.

The Freedom Fighters.

Every faction in Africa calls themselves
by these noble names.

Liberation-this, Patriotic-that,

Democratic Republic
of something-or-other.

Yeah!

Yeah!

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

Federation of Worse Oppressors
Than the Last Bunch of Oppressors.

Often, the most barbaric atrocities

occur when both combatants
proclaim themselves freedom fighters.

Right, I've got 500 units,
brand new

right out of the box
all as clean as this.

What have you got?

God! Oh, Jesus!

Oh, Jesus!

Yuri, I need to talk to you.

- Not now.
- Now!

Excuse me.

What?

- We can't do this deal.
- The fuck we can't.

- What's the matter with you?
- Look. Look over there.

As soon as we hand over the guns
those people are going to die.

It's not our business.

They killed a boy just now
as young as Nicki.

What is the holdup?

There is no holdup.
I'll be right there.

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

No no, today we can. Today we can.
Yuri, they're right there!

What do you think they'll do to us
if we back out? They'll kill us.

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

We got to do something.

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

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

Right? It's nothing.

Yeah, nothing.

You're right, Yuri.
You're right.

God, I've got to get my shit together.

Uh, this is not our fight.

Right.

OK, what's the deal?
300 RPGs, 500 assault rifles

and 800 grenades.

I thought it was 1200 grenades.

I was so caught up in the deal

I never realized what
was going on in Vitaly's head.

I thought it was 1200 grenades.
Confused.

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

I beg your pardon.
May I see another stone?

One thing I do understand for certain

is that Vitaly broke
the cardinal rule of gunrunning.

Never pick up a gun
and join the customers.

What are you doing?

Something for Yuri.

Step away. Slow.

No, Vit!

No, Vit!

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

If I took them, I was lost.

If I left them, I was lost.

The massacre played out
exactly how Vitaly predicted.

But then a half dozen other massacres
happened in Sierra Leone that week.

You can't stop them all.

In my experience,
you can't stop any of them.

They say "evil prevails
when good men fail to act."

What they ought to say
is "evil prevails."

I now shared even more in common

with the leader of that country
God seemed to have forsaken.

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

Or maybe we were
just looking in the mirror.

I'd paid a Monrovian doctor $20
to remove the lead from Vitaly's body

and write a bogus death certificate.

I should have paid more.

I've smuggled millions
of rounds of ammunition

and the bullet that lands me in jail
is found under my dead brother's rib.

Yuri Orlov.

We're with the Bureau of Alcohol,
Tobacco and Firearms.

Let me guess. This isn't about
the alcohol or the tobacco.

- Crimean Restaurant.
- Papa?

Both my sons are dead.

There are only two tragedies in life.
One is not getting what you want.

- The other is getting it.
- This one of yours?

Jack Valentine finally had
what he wanted.

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

Falsifying a death certificate?
That's not going to hold me.

You're right.

As usual, you are right.

Have you seen today's paper?

Huh?

Fake end-user certificates.

Cut-out companies,
meticulously catalogued.

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

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

It was your wife - your trophy wife -

that led us to the prize.

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

- May I?
- Yeah, go ahead.

Enjoy it.

- What?
- This.

Tell me I'm everything you despise.

That I'm the personification of evil.

That I'm, what, responsible

for the breakdown of the fabric
of society and world order.

I'm a one-man genocide.

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

Are you paying attention'?

Or are you delusional?

You have broken
every arms embargo written.

There is enough evidence
here to put you away

for consecutive life sentences.

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

before you even start
serving your time.

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

My family has disowned me.

My wife and son have left me.

My brother's dead.

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

But I promise you,

I won't spend a single second
in a courtroom.

You are delusional.

I like you, Jack.

Well, maybe not,
but I understand you.

Let me tell you what's gonna happen.

This way you can prepare yourself.

OK.

Soon there'll be a knock on that door
and you will be called outside.

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

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

that you're making the world
a safer place,

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

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

You're going to protest.

You'll probably threaten
to resign.

But in the end,
I will be released.

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

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

calling themselves leaders today.

But some of those men

are the enemies of your enemies.

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

the President of the United States,

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

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

Sometimes he needs
a freelancer like me

to supply forces
he can't be seen supplying.

So...

you call me evil.

But, unfortunately for you,

I'm a necessary evil.

I would tell you to go to hell,

but I think you're already there.

Pleasure doing business with you.

Most people are happy
just to get out of jail.

I expect to be paid to leave.

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

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

But I was back
doing what I do best.

You know who's going
to inherit the Earth?

Arms dealers.

Because everyone else
is too busy killing each other.

That's the secret to survival.

Never go to war.

Especially with yourself.