too?
Canelli's a piece of shit.
I got no love for Canelli, either.
But...
...this time you went over the line.
I'm still here.
What you did was wrong.
He got a drug dealer and his poison
off the streets.
Who's the tree trunk?
This is the guy who saved my ass.
This is my cousin, Tony Two-toes.
JOHNNY: That's Sal.
[Johnny chuckles]
Little Mike.
Your funeral was absolutely beautiful.
Canelli finds out he's still breathing...
Screw Canelli. We got bigger problems.
Tell him.
There's a major arms deal going down.
ERASER: A US contractor's selling out
to international terrorists.
[Tony's gang bursts into laughter]
"Mr. 60 Minutes." Tell me something
I don't know.
It will happen tonight on your docks.
That I didn't know.
Quite a lot of security.
Expecting trouble?
I'm a Boy Scout. "Always be prepared."
Is that why she's here?
DEGUERIN: Just think of her
as an insurance policy...
...in case someone crashes the party.
You're not telling me something.
DEGUERIN: Just a bump in the carpet.
Nothing for you to worry about.
Relax. You'll be out of here in 20 minutes.
What do I do with her?
Whatever you want.
DEGUERIN: Once you're in
international waters, her policy expires.
Personally...
...I'd put a bullet in her head
and throw her overboard.
It would be such a shame.
Don't even think about it.
I think and do what I like.
You will soon learn about this.
Last crate's on its way.
I'll leave you lovebirds alone.
DeGuerin...
[Sergei speaks in Russian]
This is Kruger. Get me Beller.
Start a trace on this.
John?
I've got proof Cyrez is selling weapons
on the black market.
Daniel Harper's in on it.
Undersecretary of Defense Harper?
Yes. DeGuerin is their facilitator.
ERASER: He is the mole.
It all goes down tonight.
Come and get me. Baltimore docks.
Pier 57.
BELLER: John? John?
[Dramatic instrumental music, background]
Report.
CALDERON: Range is clear.
Not a creature is stirring.
SCHIFF: Clear on the south.
[Mechanical hissing]
Quiet on the east.
Listen up. This is the last load.
Keep your heads up
and your assholes puckered.
If that son of a bitch is out there,
I want him.
JOHNNY: Sunshine...
I want to talk to you.
This is a restricted area.
[Laughs] You're telling me.
What the hell are you doing here?
Excuse me?
We're from Local 129, sonny.
We heard you was loading a ship without
the assistance of bona fide union labor.
Say it ain't so.
Sir, we have a situation.
You certainly do.
Stand by. We're coming to you.
What's going on?
TONY: Let me explain something to you.
Nothing moves off these docks
without it getting loaded by the union.
I don't see no union people around here.
Do you?
This is a matter of national security.
Clear this area immediately!
Are you threatening us?
Absolutely.
[Wings fluttering]
[Gunshots]
[Grunting and groaning]
What was that?
Gunfire at the warehouse!
Nobody screws with the union.
[Electronic beeping]
DEGUERIN: Perimeter, check in.
Talk to me!
We have a security breach.
Check it out! Get that crane moving!
[Clanking]
[Mechanical rattling]
[Whistles]
[Smashing]
[Dramatic instrumental music, background]
[Electronic scanning sounds]
CALDERON: Movement in
the southwest corner of the warehouse.
It's nothing.
[Cat meows]
TONY: There they are.
Commie bastards.
Not Communists. They're a federation
of independent, liberated states.
Don't make me hurt you, Mikey.
Keep your eyes on the guys on that crane.
Think I can hit that guy from here?
You're lucky if you hit the floor
if you fell on it.
[Electronic scanning sounds]
SNIPER: Got him.
Thirty yards.
Fry the bastard.
[Multiple machine-gun blasts]
JOHNNY: Jesus Christ.
[Mini-explosions]
[Thunderous explosion]
Fuck me!
DEGUERIN: Okay.
I think we got him!
SCHIFF: He's toast!
I think we even got the roaches.
Royce, Somes, you're recon.
DEGUERIN:
Bring me back the good news.
E.M. team, cover them.
Roger.
[Mechanical hissing]
[Gasping]