Double Team

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Quinn, Jack. Your final assignment

is classification red.

At 3:
05 a truck with 32 kg. of

non-active plutonium was stolen

from an American installation

outside Croatia.

Stavros and his organization will

sell it to Iraq within 24 hours.

Your objective is the safe return

of the plutonium to our base.

Out of the way!

Quinn's in! The XRT is mobile.

Quinn has 14 hours

to reach the border.

If he does make it,

his resignation is final.

Jack, would you get that?

Kathryn!

Your damn cow is in my way!

- It's not a cow, it's a swan.

- Whatever it is, it's in my way.

In your way?

- The swan is beautiful. So are you.

- Not for long.

You'll still be sexy.

A bit rounder, and a bit softer...

- The baby, isn't it what we want?

- Of course.

Bonjour, Jack.

- You don't believe in front doors.

- You know all about back doors.

- How did you find me?

- We never lost you.

- Then you know I'm retired.

- How long can you watch the sunset?

You're a hunter. You miss the game.

You don't get it. For me, it's

personal. For you, it's politics.

Politics makes money, opportunity.

Everything's politics.

You want personal? Okay...

Stavros is back.

We want him alive.

We want all his nasty information.

Names, escape routes. We need you.

You're the only guy who knows

how he works.

Come on. It's your last shot.

A Delta team is waiting in Antwerp.

Face it, Jack.

You can't retire until he does.

- Is Quinn coming back or not?

- If he's not, we go to plan B.

Move the seat up.

It's a little tight in the rear.

That's generally true of the CIA.

You bust drug cartels in Third World

countries and testify for Congress.

They make you a deputy director,

but you're just a minor leaguer.

You were only good for getting

Quinn back. It'll be challenging.

I left you a present.

Get me out! Help!

Don't tell me it's not dangerous.

That you're going to be back

in 36 hours.

I'm looking for Yaz.

I'm looking for Yaz.

I bet that hurt.

That hurt. These hurt.

But I like this one right here.

- Who are you?

- I'm the man.

Do you judge a person

by the way he looks? I hate that.

Who does your hair,

Siegfried or Roy?

The last who mocked my hair is still

pulling his head out of his ass.

I don't want to know

about your sex life.

- This has been fun. Who are you?

- Jack Quinn.

If you want to dance,

ask me nicely.

I just want to make sure it's you.

The legend walks. I heard

you dropped out of the game.

Santa's workshop!

Who's that, Rudolph?

- I have the best elves around.

- Christmas shopping for bad boys?

I don't play with the bad boys

any more, only the good guys.

What do you need? I got sh*t here

so new, I don't know I have it.

- Offence gets the glory.

- But defence wins the game.

I take cash, gold...

Did you open that?

Fire in the hole!

But no cheques. And my rule is:

You break it, you bought it.

Gentlemen, this is Delta 1.

Forget you ever saw him.

Mr. Yamir here says Stavros will

surface tomorrow... close to here.

An amusement park...

- Who's my dead-eye?

- Me, sir.

Do you know how to use it?

It's rigged for tranquilizer darts.

Can you hit a man at 200 yards?

I can shoot

the dick off a hummingbird.

He's like a snake. Look in his eyes,

he'll get you in the back.

When we I D Stavros, move into

position. We only have one shot.

Two darts will kill a man.

Three, a rhino. We want him alive.

Delta 5, check the two women

by the carousel.

- Something's happening.

- We have Stavros. Grey Mercedes.

- We've got three men moving.

- Let them in.

2 and 5, move to Baker.

Others, hold.

This is way too easy.

He's in my sight.

Ready to fire.

That's not Stavros!

Stavros is a lefty!

It's not him!

- Find the driver!

- En route to ground positions.

- We're securing the exits.

- I got him.

The woman's hiding something.

It could be a bomb.

My God...

- I'm locked on.

- 2 and 5 in position.

Ready to take him.

Why are we waiting, Delta 1?

Ready to move in.

- I'm waiting for your command.

- What are you waiting for?

- Clear out!

- Too late, clown boy.

Move to position 3.

His mother told me that his

favourite thing in the world

was riding his little pony

on the weekends.

He loved riding that pony.

That little horse

is going to miss my boy.

I'm a professional, Quinn.

I've killed. I've killed a lot.

But most of the bastards I killed

deserved to die.

My little boy was six years old.

Now that makes it personal, mister.

Candidate for Colony residency:

Quinn, Jack Paul. Born 1959.

Entered Foreign Service at 22.

Trained in demolition, tracking,

psychological countermeasures.

Specialty:
Anti-terrorism.

last assignment:

Stavros acquisition.

Video segment A- 19.

Antwerp interdiction.

Quinn achieved clear opportunity

to acquire Alpha, but Alpha escaped.

You went soft. But your skills

got you assigned to the Colony.

- No!

- You do have an alternative.

Nerve gas is painless and effective.

But you are already dead.

That's what your wife thinks. If you

wish to live, scan your thumbprint.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6,

5, 4, 3, 2...

Identity confirmed.

Thank you, Mr. Quinn.

Now, was that so bad?

Jack, glad you decided to join us.

- Alex Goldsmythe.

- The Tax Man.

- You were killed six years ago.

- It's been six years already?

Climb on.

Some friends want to meet you.

Gentlemen,

come and meet the famed Jack Quinn.

- Moishe Levant, died in Lebanon.

- Beirut.

- Everybody... all ex-agents.

- Or ex-enemies.

We're too valuable to kill

and too dangerous to set free.

Welcome to the Colony.

- Quinn.

- Staal.

I understand.

This violence is not approved.

- I killed him in Tuzla.

- Apparently not well enough.

I really dislike that man.

You must wear this at all times.

It's part pager, part timer.

It tells you where to be.

When it signals, you must respond.

We're a think-tank. We're linked

to every law enforcement database.

We analyse terrorist incidents

and advise our client governments.

We're the last line of defence

against global terrorism,

and no one knows we exist.

What's on the menu for today?

A Global Air 747 en route

from San Francisco to Seoul.

We are interpreting signals

from the crash site.

Headset on.

Hand on the scanner at all times.

We have a feed coming in

from Washington.

I have a statement from the

Secretary on the Global Air tragedy.

Of the 176 passengers on board,

there are no survivors.

The CIA reports that the plane was

deliberately downed by North Korea.

The Secretary will brief you later

regarding the U. S. response.

The Koreans deny responsibility, and

the President consults his allies.

Jack, your worth is in your ability

to analyse data in times of crisis.

This is the Colony's

reason to exist.

The plane exploded from

internal malfunction. It's gone.

We've intercepted the transmission

of Global 277's voice recorder.

We've got unscheduled traffic

at heading 329...

It's not a pleasant prospect,

the Koreans having that technology.

Anyone with an alternative?

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