Bad Company Page #7

All right. Let's get him, the bomb and

the computer back here on the double.

You got the bomb, now where is

my remaining $19 million?

Yes, sir.

- Show them the money.

- Copy that.

Vas's account number received.

Initiating wire transfer from

Midlands National Bank of Bullshit.

Man, is Vas gonna be pissed

when he goes to an ATM.

Fantastic! It's working!

I love it. The American and Russians

work together again with

Swiss bank accounts.

Gentlemen, I hope to see you

never again.

Dragan Adjanic.

You know any good prayers?

You got a lot of nerve

showing your face in my church.

That's the guy who killed

my brother, isn't it?

Michelle, what the hell

is he doing here?

Hey, Michelle, I told you

not to deal with him.

What's happening?

Somebody do something!

This is very interesting. Vas is being

double-crossed by his own men.

Come on! Shoot him!

What time is it, Mr. Hayes?

Code red, code red.

Everybody move.

Kill him.

Here's the computer.

There's your bloody bomb.

Where's my money?

Triple-cross! Come on!

Having fun, Mr. Hayes?

Don't shoot the bomb, you fool!

- Don't shoot me either!

- Go, go! Take the bomb!

I'm goin', I'm goin'!

You drive! Go on!

Hey, wait for me!

- Drive faster.

- I'm goin', I'm goin'!

It's a bloodbath, sir.

Vas and his men are dead.

Come on, man! You're James Bond!

Shoot the tires out or somethin'!

- Can't get close enough!

- Well, do somethin'!

Throw out some tacks or somethin'!

- Well, you got your wish.

- I wish for Jennifer Lopez naked!

We've looked everywhere.

They're just not here.

I have satellite position on them!

I can assure you they're there!

Wait a minute. Hold on, sir.

They lost their tracking device.

What the hell are you doing?

- What, not smooth enough for your ass?

- It's not my ass I'm worried about.

It's the bomb in the backseat.

There's a bomb in the backseat!

We're gonna die!

Have a little faith, Mr. Hayes.

I'll have a little faith

if you give me a little gun!

Damn it!

- You okay?

- Here they come!

Pull back! Pull back!

- Shoot him! Shoot him!

- Hang on!

- I don't have any bullets!

- What do you mean, there's no bullets?

- Come on! Pull back!

- I'm pulling!

Hit it!

Hit the son of a b*tch!

Get off! Off! Take a bus!

No!

Whup his ass!

Yeah!

Get off!

No, no, no!

Get him! Kill him!

Shoot him! Do somethin'!

I got glass in my ass!

I wanna go to Jersey!

I wanna see my girl!

I wanna watch Oprah!

Put your head in the car!

Put your head in the damn car!

He's whuppin' your ass!

Go, go!

Take it!

Back up!

- Come on! Back up!

- Okay, okay! I'm backin' up!

Get the bomb! Get the bomb!

- Faster!

- Okay!

No! No, no! Do somethin'!

I want more money!

I hate you!

I hate you!

I don't know about you...

but I'm hungry.

Can someone give me some good news?

Yeah. He successfully downloaded

the arming codes into the computer.

But they still have the computer.

True, but he's put

his retinal signature in.

"Welcome Michael Turner."

Try again.

So obviously,

they can't access it without Jake.

- And when they figure that out?

- What do we do now, sir?

- Have to make sure that Jake's eyes don't

meet that computer screen. - Right.

- Wrong.

- Wrong?

Sir, eventually someone'll break the lock

and access the code with or without Jake.

- So basically we--

- We must find them before that happens.

Well... there is the obvious way

to flush them out.

- We dangle him?

- No. Give him a wire.

They pick him up. He gives us

a signal when he sees the nuke.

Look, if his eyes get anywhere near

that computer, we take everyone out--

including him.

I need an executive finding from

- the president immediately.

- So he's expendable?

You need to get the subject on board.

You tell him whatever you want.

- "Subject."

- Oakes,

we both know this is the only way.

Yeah.

No! No! It ain't happenin'! No!

You want me to be

your little worm on a hook.

They never heard of Jake Hayes.

They don't even know I exist.

Just let me go back to Jersey,

get my girl and disappear.

Hey, man...

I'm sorry I'm not Kevin.

But even Kevin didn't

make it out of this alive.

Will you let me

show you something?

No.

That's Jersey. So what?

Okay, let's look at

where you live, for example--

where Julie lives, your foster mother.

These people have a nuclear bomb, Jake.

The blast alone will kill thousands.

Then comes the shock wave, blowing

away buildings, tunnels, bridges.

And then comes our old friend radiation,

spread by wind and water,

affecting the living and the unborn.

I think we--

just you and me might have a chance

to stop it. That's what I'm saying.

They've got us in check,

Mr. Hayes, and...

we can't let them

get checkmate, can we?

Look... the way I see it,

you only got 3 moves--

attack, retreat...

or block.

You can't attack,

'cause you don't know where they are.

Retreat? Boom.

Then we block.

You could block...

but you only got one piece left.

And that's a pawn.

Sir, these gentlemen wish to see

Mr. Turner's phone records.

Mr. Turner's phone records are sealed.

Mr. Turner made one phone call

to the United States,

to Jersey City, New Jersey.

- Naw, not today, man!

- Nest Week.

All right!

Hey-- What? No!

Help! Help!

- Go, go, go!

-Help! Help!

You-- W-What do you want?

Just take whatever you want!

Shush, shush, shush.

What is your connection

to Michael Turner?

I-- I don't know a Michael Turner.

I don't-- Who?

- Him.

- That's my boyfriend. That's Jake.

Tha-- Did he sell you bad tickets?

- Y'all still there, right?

- Yes, we're still here, Mr. Hayes.

- Y'all got guns, right?

- Yes, we have guns, Mr. Hayes.

Okay. Make sure you got

bullets in 'em.

Lots of bullets.

Answer the phone, Mr. Hayes.

- Michael Turner Antiques.

- Jake?

-Julie! How'd you find me?

- Michael Turner?

Who-- Who's this?

Or should I call you "Jake",

Mr. Hayes?

You have one chance of seeing

this woman alive.

Take the next plane to New York,

return to your apartment...

in New Jersey and wait till I call you.

If you're followed, she will die.

If you attempt to involve

any authorities, she will die.

Just let me talk to her.

Hello? Hello?

- Sorry.

- You used Julie!

-She was your pawn, right?

- No.

All this bullshit about something

bigger than you and me...

meant something bigger

than me and Julie, right?

Will you let me explain?

Just get me on the goddam plane.

Delta-0-Sierra, Delta-0-Sierra.

This is Oscar-7-Tango,

Oscar-7-Tango. Over.

Let's go, let's go!

Head it up in that corner!

- It's gotta come up now. Now!

- Notify all units--

- All right.

- Yeah.

I'm injecting a spread-spectrum

transceiver behind your ear.

So we'll hear what you hear, and if they

take you to the bomb we'll know it.

Hold still, please.

Come on, man! You can't put that

in a flower or somethin'?

No, it'd be too obvious.

Now, I'll be linked to you

the whole time.

- That's it. Good luck.

- Let's go.

- There's something I ought to tell you.

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