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With a whole lot of bullets.

Lt. Anders, huh?

Sounds pretty good.

You must be betting I'm some kind of idiot.

I hate betting.

Never leave a man or woman in the field.

Old habits.

Sh*t!

What am I, chopped liver?

Tuliver, going in unarmed?

Not gonna do much good

if they aim for the head.

Well, I can duck.

Firstly...

I come with you.

All right. Second?

Secondly...

don't ever make the mistake of thinking

I won't shoot you.

Look, this ain't target practice...

these guys are serious.

They will kill you.

Just get us inside, Rambo.

Let me worry about the dying bit.

You should see this for yourself.

How many?

About five plus.

All right. How do we get in?

Quietly.

You wait here...

till I get inside, okay?

Don't shoot until I do.

And...

try to aim and hit them, not me.

Don't get shot, Jack.

I need you breathing.

See, you do care.

Oh, sh*t!

F***!

Hey!

No!

I know where Jack is.

For f***'s sake!

Jack!

Tuliver.

Thank God.

They almost got me.

I had the drop on them.

I was gonna give it to them, Spanky Foo.

Go!

F***.

It's okay.

Jack.

- Macking with the hos, J. T.?

- Macking the 9 mm, dick.

Oh, no.

- Go.

- Thanks.

Thanks, J. T. Thanks, mate.

Let's go.

You are persistent, Jack.

You brought the cavalry.

Well, you know...

you shoot her, we shoot you.

Who wins, Alexsie?

I may have the gun pointed

at her pretty head...

but I can't be sure...

I can stop from pulling the trigger.

I have a problem...

you might have noticed.

Being a psychopath?

You must be Jack's other girl.

Nice job.

You have to save her, Jack.

Drop the f***ing gun, now.

You drop the gun...

or I blow her f***ing head off!

Now!

I mean it, Jack!

Drop it, Jack!

Now kick it over.

Kick it!

Now move back.

Back, Jack.

You see...

it is easy.

Game over, Jack.

I'm sorry.

You set me up?

Jack!

You set us all up.

All of them died because of you.

You killed Bull.

F***ing b*tch.

Well, that's your problem, Jack.

You always think for everyone else

and not for yourself.

I don't want...

a five-way split and a beach hut.

I want a two-way split.

That's a cool $25 mil, with the painting.

I just needed someone to steal it for us.

Wait, no.

But I heard you scream.

Sometimes love is painful.

Especially when you need to know

where that case is.

Costly case, that.

Just point him in the right direction

and he is twice the man you are, Jack.

All drive and passion.

No fake orgasms here.

Maybe I'll not be an art dealer anymore.

A man has to stick to what he is good at.

Now...

where is my case?

I won't ask twice, Jack.

It's in my car.

See?

That wasn't so hard now, was it?

Never let a woman in your business.

Oh, sh*t!

Mikhail.

Oh, sh*t, indeed.

This is for Bull.

Now we're even, Jack.

Anders, want a ride?

Show some appreciation...

for the man that saved you.

I have a ride.

Save somebody's life

and that's the gratitude.

No!

Now we're even.

Obviously, I'm coming with you.

Oh, no. Please, not this again.

Sh*t!

Excuse me, I have just been shot.

That's not good.

Move!

Sh*t!

- You're a lunatic.

- Probably.

You have been most uncooperative, Mikhail.

Told you, I know nothing.

Police picked you up in a house

with a dozen dead bodies.

With a bullet hole in your own leg.

Yet you say you know nothing.

Don't bullshit me.

Maybe a little time in jail might help him to...

refresh his memory.

She's dead.

If she's dead...

why did we not find her body?

These were professionals, Captain.

Professionals don't leave

dead cops for forensic evidence.

You'll never find Anders.

Unless you drain the entire Black Sea.

Beautiful, worthless souvenir.

Ready for a swim, shitbag?

Do I look like I'm ready for a swim?

I mean, I like the lake...

but when are we gonna go to the beach?

We can't afford to be at the beach.

The beach, the beach.

There is nothing better than coming home...

after a long, hard day at work...

and sticking your feet in the hot sand...

and...

And, and, and what?

What if it's not a fake?

The painting?

It is a fake.

I mean, we could sell it back to

the insurance company.

No questions asked, $20 million.

It is...

a fake.

Excuse me, do you speak German?

- English?

- English.

Can I help you?

Yes, I'm looking for Sgt. Kelly Anders.

I can help you.

My name is Franz Gustav.

- Dr. Franz Gustav?

- Yes.

You authenticated the van Gogh?

Yes.

When I heard that Mark Van der Mer died...

I panicked.

I thought I would be next.

I've never been involved

in anything like this before.

So...

it is a fake?

Oh, no.

In my opinion...

it's the real thing.

Read the newspapers today?

What newspapers?

Tuliver, you lucky bastard!

Jack.

What newspapers?

- Got to read, baby.

- You better tell-

Got to read, you gotta read more.

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