Contract to Kill Page #2

desert back home.

Yes, you do,

and that's why I know

you're still lying to me.

You're here for an

easier way into the US.

Something with less eyes on it.

With more sand.

Something further away,

but still a hub, a port,

with a history of trafficking

as well as religion.

Your contact in Mexico

was Jose Rivera.

But that's not where the

meeting is taking place.

How do you know his name?

Rivera's the head

of Sonora cartel.

And if you're making a deal with

any cartel, it's with Sonora.

You want the access to

their extensive rain time,

subterranean land

and air smuggling route.

And you like the fact

that they're brutal.

Rivera's expanding into Turkey.

How could you

possibly know that?

'Cause I've been in Mexico

for a long time working Rivera.

He hasn't been in Mexico,

he's been in Turkey.

And he's been taking out

all the heroin godfathers

one by one by one.

You see a storm's coming.

So other than a switch from

the Agency to the Bureau,

you haven't changed a bit

since last time I saw you.

I could say the same

thing about you, John.

Still wearing the Rolex.

Yeah, it's platinum. I got this

from finest girl I ever had.

- Yeah, from me.

- Yeah, it was you.

- How you been?

- I'm alright. You know me.

Yeah, I know you.

So, you really

think this meeting

is taking place in

Istanbul and not Mexico?

I mean, I never

really believe intel.

You believe intel,

we used to say,

and that's the key

to death, you know.

You can never trust intel.

But that's what they say.

Okay.

I'll write it up and pass it

on over to our old CIA contacts.

Baby, that's not

why I asked you to come.

I was thinking I might get

you to come back on my team.

Oh, I figured...

You've been reactivated.

We need one more person to

complete our three-man team.

Better if somebody's

kind of internal,

maybe with Agency connections,

not really DEA or FBI.

What do you propose we do?

This three-man team of yours.

You know we find folks,

we interview 'em.

If we like 'em we give

'em a box of chocolates.

If we don't, we kill 'em.

- And then?

- And then...

I will do my thing.

I thought those

days were behind us.

Naw, man, our best days

are ahead of us, girl.

I need a good SIGN guy

who can provide me with

minute-by-minute intel

and some real time images.

These days

you're talking drones.

So what do you need me for?

I need you by my

side to watch my six

and do what you do best.

His name's Matthew Sharp.

SIGN all the way,

but five years of HUMIN training before that.

How long with the Agency?

- Fifteen years.

- Before that?

Army, Special Forces.

Doesn't have much else

in his jacket about that.

Yeah, probably wouldn't.

Am I meeting this guy?

He's late.

He picked the time

and the place.

Yeah.

Uh, John, that thing's

coming in pretty low.

I think it's locked

on to your truck.

Sh*t, he's locked on to my car.

John.

- Let him go.

- But it's carrying an AR.

- John.

- Let him go.

Okay, that got my attention.

John.

John.

You must be Sharp?

You must be John Harmon.

Yeah, I'm Harmon,

but I'm still waiting

for the answer to my question.

Yeah, Matthew Sharp.

That's some pretty nice

piloting you did out there.

I might have a job for you.

So Rivera's group has

moved into Puerto Rico

to try to grab the heroin trade.

Drugs come in to the states

through smuggling corridors

in Arizona, Texas,

and California.

They're shipped to New Mexico

then trucked to the

eastern seaboard.

At the FBI, we have a saying

that applies to Puerto Rico.

No customs, no problem.

See that's what it's about.

I mean they have a situation now where

it's kind of very distinct, you know.

'Cause US territory means that any

shipments departing the United States

are not

required to clear customs.

So shipping the drugs

to the eastern seaboard

from Puerto Rico

is easier than using

the established

smuggling cartel routes

and trucking the

stuff across country.

And now that Rivera's

controlling it,

he's trying to set

up a new situation.

He's trying to set

up a new supply.

And I think that's what

this meeting's about.

The company's well

aware of the ambitions

of Rivera and others like him.

But until it leaves our borders

it's DEA and FBI territory.

Intel has really shown us

unequivocally and absolutely

that Rivera is joining forces

with the

Islamic fundamentalists.

And there's where

he'll get new supply,

new man power, new routes.

Al-Mujahid is gonna get

them all their quarters

which gives them new access...

...to bring anybody and anything

they want into the US,

and that's scary.

Istanbul.

If it's good

enough for the heroin trade,

it's good enough for Rivera.

We all know that

devout believers,

real believers of all faiths,

have nothing to do with the rise

in violence across the world,

but that doesn't mean that we

shouldn't do anything to stop it.

In my book, it makes it

our duty to stop it.

That's right. We don't give a f***

about anybody's f***ing religion.

We don't care about what their

ethnicity is, we don't care.

We let everybody

do what they want.

It's like the great

Genghis Khan once said,

"Practice your own religion,

but pay tax to me."

It's like a monkey trying

to f*** a football now, really.

This whole thing,

it's just a f***ing mess.

Anyway, my intel is

telling me right now that

Rivera's supposedly

holding a summit.

Supposed to be a big meeting

within the next 48 hours.

It's my job to stop

that meeting from happening.

First, we need a car.

Let's see.

Looks like I found

the perfect one.

Rivera collects

vintage American cars.

How's a canary yellow

Camaro sound to you?

It's a little small

but it'll stand out.

Sharp, you in position?

In position.

Rivera's pulling up now.

Is our other party close?

Not yet.

Good, I'm getting into position,

Zara's heading inside now.

Zara, you copy?

Go, Harmon.

What's your 20?

At the elevators,

eighth floor.

Stay put I'm coming

in the side door.

Sharp, I need you to look into

target room on the eighth floor.

I'm on it.

Come on, where are you?

Sharp?

Still looking.

Who the f*** are you?

Sharp, you're killing me.

Gotcha.

Harmon, room 826.

Zara, get me clearance

on the other side.

Good afternoon, ma'am.

How can I help?

Could you connect me

to room 825?

Of course, ma'am. May I have

the name of your guest please?

- O'Sullivan.

- O'Sullivan.

- 825.

- 825, 825...

I'm very sorry ma'am

but this room is vacant.

Can I have the name

of your party again?

O'Sullivan.

Let me just check and make

sure I have the right room.

It will help,

thank you very much.

Vacant, it's all yours, Harmon.

Copy that.

Sharp are we covered?

Like white on rice.

I got my eyes on you, Harmon.

All good.

No answer, I'll have

to check back in a few.

- Sorry for the bother.

- No problem.

No, no.

My friend... just you and me.

You should go. It's enough.

I'll go with you.

You two watch the lobby

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