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Ana Gale.

Ana Gale.

She's lying.

Her real name's Ana Robbins.

Well what does that prove?

lt proves that in her state

of mind she can't be trusted.

Well, neither can you.

How do l know who

the hell you are?

Come on, Mike.

You think l could 'a got...

you outta prison...

without pulling political strings?

What? What's he saying?

l'll tell you what.

Let's meet somewhere...

and l'll prove to you everything

l said is true.

Mike, where are you now?

- Somewhere close.

- Okay.

Now listen. There's a reservoir

just outside of town.

No, no. A public place.

The Town Center Main Plaza in...

thirty minutes.

Okay. Bring the girl, all right?

Just bring the money.

- Prick.

- What'd he say?

He said your real

name is Ana Robbins.

That was my birth name.

So why'd you lie about that?

l took my mother's maiden name

over a year ago, okay?

l don't care anymore.

l'm gonna see that guy,

find out what the problem is.

- And me?

- You're gonna stay right here.

Fine.

What the hell?

Get off me.

- No.

- Sorry.

- Mike.

- You got twenty seconds...

to give me my money.

- lt's not necessary.

- And the snipers?

What are you talking about?

Call them off,

you lyin' piece 'a sh*t.

- They're there for our protection.

- You got ten seconds.

- Seven. Six. Five.

- All units stand down.

All units stand down.

- Where's my money?

- Where's my girl?

Somewhere safe.

You should have brought

her with you, Mike.

You must be f***in' jokin'.

Look, maybe we got off

on the wrong foot.

l should have been more

forthcoming.

- But the situation...

- Has changed.

l wanna know who the f***

you are and who sent you.

l work for the U.S. government.

lt's a special division of the C.l.A.

That's why l was able to work

the prison deal for you.

Why?

- We want the girl.

- But she wasn't kidnapped.

Yes, l know that.

Well, who is she?

That's none 'a your business.

Well, l wanna see

my money now.

Mike, l'm prepared to offer

you substantially more money...

if you just give the girl

to me now.

Well, that sounds like

a real good offer.

l think l have a better one.

How about f*** you?

What the f*** is wrong

with you, huh?

Drago wants you dead,

Vlado wants you dead.

You have nowhere to go.

Maybe if l bring her back,

they'll pay me.

Sit down, Mike.

- Sit down.

- You wanna kill me, go ahead.

You'll never find her.

Move it, hurry.

Now. Stay on him.

He's on a black bike.

A black bike.

Keep an eye out for the girl.

Connelly,

we're approaching the.

That jackass. Where the hell

does he think he's goin'?

Drago.

He's headed right towards you.

...at the Square

Do not lose that son of a b*tch,

do not lose him.

...innocent.

Mr. Robbins?

Clive Connelly

on the phone for you.

About time.

- What do you have for me?

- l'm still workin' on it.

What do you mean

you're workin' on it?

l hear Ana's not

with Vlado anymore.

- Yeah, that's right.

- So, what's the problem?

There's no problem.

Don't worry about it.

l've got it under control.

No, Clive, you don't.

Because if you did,

we would have Ana right now.

What if this guy goes AWOL and...

decides to cross

the border with her?

General Drago,

who controls the border,

is on our payroll.

Riggins won't get across it.

lt won't happen.

Well, that better be

the f***ing case, Clive.

l've got a lot on the line here.

See what you can find out

about this Riggins guy.

Right away, sir.

All right. We're gettin' out.

Damn it.

Drago, we need to talk.

When l find that

f***in' American...

l'm gonna kill him.

Not likely.

Riggins is very,

very well trained.

General, the guy walked

into your camp...

blew the place to sh*t,

and walked out with the girl.

Excuse me. What are you saying,

l'm incompetent?

No, l'm saying

you don't understand...

who the f*** you're dealing with.

The American l'll kill for free.

What do you propose for the girl?

lt's a hundred thousand dollars

in cash.

You can do whatever

the f*** you want with Riggins.

But l get the girl.

Volker just may have

a problem with that.

F*** Vlado.

Because of him all this happened.

He brought the girl to your camp

without considering

the consequences.

General, you work for me.

You do what l need to have done...

and there's another

four hundred thousand dollars

for you.

Deal.

They're at a train station.

Let's go.

How do l get to Clogdale?

The Ested departs

in twenty minutes.

Where do you think you're goin'?

Let go of me.

l'm callin' for help.

No you're not.

l don't care what's goin' on...

but l'm not

f***in' around anymore.

Okay. Let's go.

- How did you find me?

- The bellboy.

Just get on.

So how come everyone's

lookin' for you?

l have no idea.

l don't.

There's somethin'

you're not tellin' me.

Look, why don't you ask your

employer why he really sent you.

He already told me.

And you believe that?

Great.

Get down.

Look.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Do not shoot the girl.

Come on.

The American, where did he go?

Where is he?

There they go,

this way, let's go.

Come on.

Get in the back.

Get down.

- Hang on.

- No.

No, please, l'm stuck.

You all right? Okay.

Where are we going?

Sit down.

Two coffees, please.

were ex last seen

in a vehicle with license plate...

G one zero eight eight F H.

Again, American Michael Riggins

is considered armed

and extremely dangerous.

Ana Robbins is the daughter

of billionaire tycoon,

Alister Robbins...

an oil and shipping magnet,

who passed away last week...

due to heart complications.

Ana has been missing

for more than a year.

Six months ago,

her father offered

a two million dollar reward...

for her safe return.

You're Alister Robbin's daughter?

Well, that explains a few things,

don't you think?

Look, l'm sorry.

- For what?

- Well, for your father.

- Forget it. l despise him.

- Why?

Well, because he had

an affair with...

my mother and got her pregnant.

But he never wanted

to marry her.

She loved him

and she drank herself to death.

l hated him.

l disowned him for that.

Well it's a lotta money to give up.

l don't care about that.

l never saw him again.

- Well, look, Ana.

- Excuse me.

And, uh, l- l'd like to...

Um...Oh- okay,

l'm gonna have to call you back.

Out.

Mike.

Get in.

- They're everywhere.

- Yeah, it's gonna get worse.

- How much?

- How much what?

To take me in.

Not enough.

And if you don't?

- You're shot.

- l'm fine.

Are you sure? lt looks...

Yeah. l'm okay.

Just wait here.

No, but others have tried.

We're in trouble.

People are trying to kill us.

Hold still, okay?

Sorry. lt just grazed you.

You're lucky.

Lucky Mike.

Good as new.

Who'd you call?

Don't lie to me.

A friend. Someone l can trust

who'll help us.

Well how do you know

you can trust him?

The same way

l know l can trust you.

Sir...

we got a problem.

- What do you mean?

- This guy's a loose cannon.

Take a look at this.

Michael Riggins.

Ex-Marine Corps.

Weapons transporter.

Honorable discharge.

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