without flinching.
I'll see you, big guy.
Bye Papa.
She learned from the best.
Have a good trip.
That's him.
Where are we going, Mama?
It's a game, honey.
Like hide and seek?
Yes.
Like hide and seek.
I can always sense
when I'm being tailed.
I know what to look for.
But then I'd never been tailed
by the woman I love.
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 birth date, even her birth date,
but not Nicolai's.
My son's birthday unlocked
what the government would
later describe...
...as "a catalogue of carnage."
Nicki, stay right there.
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.
Tell them we going for a little R and R.
What do you need me for,
all of sudden?
West Africa's fucked up.
More than usual.
I can't trust anybody.
I need you to watch my back.
Brothers in arms.
Monrovia, Liberia - 2001
Yuri! Welcome back.
Welcome both of you.
Welcome to democracy.
Democracy?
What have you been drinking, Andy?
Huh, you have not seen the news.
You know they accuse me of
rigging elections.
But after this, with your Florida and
you Supreme Court of Kangaroos,
Now, the U.S. Must shut up forever.
How do you do this, Yuri?
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 Junior
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.
Gun of Rambo.
Mr. Yuri, you're a man of your word.
So where are we going?
RUF - the Freedom Fighters.
Every faction in Africa calls
themselves by the noble names.
Liberation-this Patriotic-that,
Democratic Republic
of-something-or-other.
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.
God! 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, 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.
Vitaly, 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've got to do something.
Please, for fuck's sake.
It's not our fight.
Please. Brothers in arms.
What is he saying?
It's the deal.
My brother's not happy with the terms.
We'll work 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.
This is not our fight.
Right.
Okay. 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.
Come to think about it,