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 continue killing 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's more critical to
world security,
but it's not.
No, nine out of ten war victims today
are killed with assault rifles and
small like yours.
Those nuclear missiles?
They 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, but shooting war is 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 that I'm legally
permitted to hold you for
twenty- four hours
without charging you.
You might ask why I would do
that and I can assure you.
It's not because I enjoy your
company,
because I don't.
No, the reason why
I'll delay you for every second
of the permissible twenty-four hours
Is I'm 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 twenty-three hours
and fifty-five minutes, hm?
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 looked 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 here to supply his enemies.
I fear it's a sale I shall never complete.
He killed your blood... Your uncle...
when he tried to kill you.
No.
No?
You want that I should let him go?
"No. I..."
You do want him dead.
You just... don't want
to have to do it yourself.
So.
We will do this together.
This will be a bonding experience.
You know you can stop this
any time that you want.
But I don't think that you do.
Just say the word.
Say it. "Stop."
Stop.
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?
A mixture of cocaine...
...and gunpowder.
They give it to the young boys
before they do battle.
They'll do anything!
Some other time.
I suggest you try it,
at least once, Mr. Yuri.
Why?
'Cause it's your gunpowder.
Even before that night,
I'd started doing a lot of cocaine
in West Africa.
I'd never tried brown-brown before,
but then I'd never killed a man, either.
Oh.
Oh, I didn't do anything, did I?
I didn't do anything, did I?
You didn't do much.
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!
Fuck Andre!
I'm sorry they don't usually do that.
Let me look 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'll find anything here today.
So what do you want?
I was hoping that you would help me.
I understand