terminals are running
secure programs.
You got five minutes.
Find them and call me.
Let's go.
There it is. Delivery date...
...tonight, midnight.
1,000 units for delivery
at Baltimore Harbor.
1,000 units of what?
1,000 E.M. guns.
Are they insane? If these get offshore...
There will be a whole new era
of world terrorism.
Got him. Twenty-fifth floor,
Donahue's office.
Scramble. Alpha Chief
to the north wing, now!
They're on to us.
They're erasing the goddamn disk.
Come on!
I'll cover you. Meet me at the ambulance.
Go!
Lee, run!
Listen, John!
My rules now!
Mess with me, I'll slice her up
and mail her back to you in little pieces.
Fire alert.
Fire alert.
This is not a drill. Please proceed
to the nearest exit.
In this car I can get us to Baltimore
in 40 minutes.
You're not coming with me.
I'll drop you off.
Don't give me this, "I work alone" shit.
You've already done enough.
This is not your fight.
Look, just indulge me for a minute, okay?
If it weren't for you...
...my tongue would be hanging
on Canelli's trophy wall.
Look, you need me.
My cousin Tony runs those docks.
If your ship is there, he will find it.
You're short one envelope.
Infantino didn't pay.
What do you mean he didn't pay?
What'd he say?
He said, "Tell that fat fuck,
Tony Two-toes...
"... I ain't paying him another dime. "
I know that voice.
But it can't be him.
Not unless he's a ghost.
Boo.
Johnny C.!
You got whacked!
Must have been another guy.
Another guy rat on Canelli 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.
That's Sal.
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.
A US contractor's selling out
to international terrorists.
"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?
Just think of her as an insurance policy...
...in case someone crashes the party.
You're not telling me something.
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.
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...
This is Kruger. Get me Beller.
Start a trace on this.
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.
He is the mole. It all goes down tonight.
Come and get me. Baltimore docks.
Pier 57.
Report.
Range is clear.
Not a creature is stirring.
Clear on the south.
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.
Sunshine...
I want to talk to you.
This is a restricted area.
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?
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