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motorcycles, and God knows what else!

Then, he just let you go?

What are you hiding, huh, Anders?

I could hide my foot up your-

- Sgt. Anders is cooperating fully, I see.

- Does she belong to you?

- Maj. Wilson, U. S. Embassy.

- Good.

Maybe you can tell me why,

of all people, your Sgt. Anders...

happened to be visiting from a NATO base

three hours away...

and conveniently buys a coffee in the street,

an American robs 20 casinos...

a priceless case...

- That's hardly a reason-

-... shoots a cop...

then your Sgt. Anders drives him away,

oh, and gives him a gun.

Captain, Sgt. Anders has been in

the Military Police Department for two years.

- I can assure you, she is not-

- Look. It was an inside job.

I don't think our guy is the killer.

He saved my life, sir.

And you are so grateful that you drove

him away with $65-million case.

Sgt. Anders, would you

step outside, please?

Excuse me.

You have some jurisdiction here?

Are we under military command?

I know you guys are invading

all over Romania. Should I salute?

Capt. Szabo, you did call in

a NATO bomb squad.

And you are illegally detaining

a British citizen.

Report to Lts. Tool and Banner.

Don't go too far, Anders.

New uniform or is it casual day today,

Sergeant? I didn't get the memo.

- Fun joy ride, Sgt. Anders?

- Spectacular, sir.

Gun and car. Impressive.

Did he tip?

You didn't drive him, too, did you?

Yeah. Nuts, hopefully.

- What do you need, Lieutenant?

- Photo fit.

Check the files to see if he comes up in a

mug shot in American, European databases.

The guy was a pro. I think it was two gangs,

one hitting the other.

Sgt. Anders, I have spoken with

your superior officer in Costanza.

The only pro you've ever seen

fixed the copier in your office.

Leave the detecting work to us.

- Do I need a lawyer, sir?

- You bet your ass.

You two have been assigned a desk,

in there. Get to work.

He answered your cell after the robbery?

Yeah, I lost that, too, sir.

Hello.

No, I'm sorry,

Kelly had to step out for a minute.

Call back later. Bye-bye.

Pray God Almighty

you do not know this man, Sergeant.

You'll face a court-martial.

Just wanted to make sure

we're clear on that.

Anders? Kelly Anders? We found your car.

I'm gonna kill that son of a b*tch.

What was so difficult?

The case goes to Amsterdam, then to Berlin,

then you bring it back here to me.

Mr. Grapini, the depot security

wouldn't let us get-

You're not going to make excuses.

Please tell me you're not going to

justify losing the van Gogh...

What my partner was trying to say was-

...worth $65 million.

You have one of two options:

I can give you nothing

and ruin your careers...

or I can triple your fee.

Find that painting and bring it to me,

or destroy it.

I don't care which.

Bargaining chip.

I think you had better pray

that Tuliver loves you above all things...

little Suza.

Yes, sir.

You and your girlfriend packing for

a vacation, Spanky?

Yeah.

I took the blanks out of this one.

That was good, though. I must say.

Switching ammo and everything.

Not me, man.

Come on, T, you brought me in on this.

"$20 mil.

"Just come meet Suza. Suza's got a plan. "

And you came back to your apartment?

Spanky, that's the very first rule.

Never go back to your apartment.

You know, I pulled together

some of the best soldiers I know.

And you.

Now they're all dead. But not you.

Please, I'm cool. J. T.

I need a name, Spanky.

You know they took Suza? Suza, Spanky!

- J. T., I wouldn't do you bad.

- Oh?

I'm just here to do the work.

- Right, right.

- That's all.

Do you know what I mean?

Oh, f***, man.

Please.

Okay.

No, don't leave. You will hurt our feelings.

Have we met?

I'll be your mugger tonight.

You have our case.

- You got my friend.

- We have your friend's life.

Well, you kill me

then you never get the case.

Who said anything about killing you?

It's in a locker in the bus station.

The key's in my left pants pocket.

Go on, check.

I was informed that you would be

more difficult.

- Check him.

- Come on.

Spanky style.

What the f***?

- Alexsie Kutchinov.

- I'm hungry.

Eating peas...

has become like climbing

the Ural Mountains.

How much money for a cure?

Nothing. There is no cure.

Irony always bites you...

in the ankles.

I hate to lose things, Spanky.

It is Spanky, isn't it?

Have you any idea

how ugly that can make me?

Ugly as a crack ho on smack, Daddy?

- Tuliver?

- Don't know the cat.

Tuliver...

who just made me $20 million

ripping off every casino in the city.

I'm on vacation.

I don't know no Tuliver man, dude.

If you insist on lying to me, Spanky...

I will shoot you.

They will drop you in the river.

Now, was it not Tuliver...

who killed six of my soldiers

in your apartment?

Was it not Tuliver who organized the heist...

and stole my case?

I don't know zip, P. Diddy.

Dudes tried to jump up my crib...

and then bam, Spanky was out,

just like Buster Douglas.

Except for that Tyson fight.

Okay. We have a saying in my country.

No.

"The shoe salesman...

"he never carries shoes. "

Now, where is Tuliver?

- Who does he trust?

- I don't know.

Spanky!

Damn it! Just can't ...

Mercea.

Mikhail Mercea.

Mikhail Mercea? Yes, I know him.

I know him.

Yeah. Okay. Good.

Spanky. Very good.

You want a sweet? Okay.

Check.

I love Romania.

Nothing. I don't think

he's been picked up before.

- Just look, Sergeant. Don't think.

- He knew my badge was a military ID.

Military?

Back in the box, My Little Pony.

Lt. Tool, there was something wrong

with the shooting.

So I don't think he's the triggerman.

Cry me a river. He's a cop-killer, in my book.

Why don't you clear up a little around here?

Look for your new boyfriend's face. Unless,

of course, you ain't looking too hard.

Steal my phone, too, shitbag?

Sorry. It's habitual.

Actually I'm just borrowing it. I lost mine.

It's in the evidence bay. If you want it,

drop by the police station and we'll swap.

- Okay. Promise you won't arrest me?

- I promise.

So why were you crashing my party,

Sgt. Anders?

Oh. I didn't know I needed an invite...

Capt. Jack Tuliver,

disgraced Delta Force commando.

38 years old. Shall I go on?

Very good.

So you got a card in the game.

Talk to me, Tuliver.

Everybody else wants you dead.

A police officer was killed

in your raid today.

Not by me.

I'm about the only one that believes you.

And why would you believe me?

Well, I've driven with you, and I survived.

Which is more than I can say for my car.

Do you know how long it took me

to save up for that?

And I suppose you saved my life.

Oh, you're making me mushy, Sgt. Anders.

It was another gang that hit you,

wasn't it? Who?

Yeah, well, when I find out,

you'll be the first to know.

Any word from your guy?

Couldn't find their own asses after a crap.

Mikhail around?

Get lost.

Tell him that Tuliver is here.

"$1.3 million. "

"$800,000."

"$1.5 million. "

Where did they get $80 million?

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