Double Team Page #2

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Anyone?

Analysis confirms the report.

Moishe, do you buy it?

I'm not sure.

He's lying.

He's covering something up.

- They know something about it.

- Let's examine the images.

- Hold it.

- It's a shadow.

- Bingo. An AWACS.

- No, an F-4 Weasel.

- Include it in the simulation.

- It could've been hidden.

The Koreans pick up the F-4 on radar

but shoot down the passenger jet.

The U.S. used the jumbo as cover

for data recon on a weapons test.

They were set up so the Americans

could eavesdrop on a military base.

Nice call, Jack.

Underwater lasers.

One metre below the surface.

They destroy anything they contact.

If they don't get you,

the undertow will.

- No one ever escaped?

- No one.

A certain Bryce was the last to try.

Before the lasers were installed.

Poor fellow didn't survive 48 hours.

His "guardian" took care of him.

Each resident has a guardian,

without knowing who it is.

The guardian observes the resident's

attitude, behaviour and production.

If the resident escapes,

the guardian terminates him.

- How have you hidden this place?

- A masking device. We're invisible.

- Hello, Kathryn?

- Hello?

- I hope I'm not disturbing you.

- No...

This is Maria Trifioli

from the Galleria Luna in Rome.

We'd like to arrange an exhibition

of your sculptures. Surprised?

I'll send you a plane ticket

in the morning.

You have five minutes

to check in at your cottages.

7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2...

Thank you, Mr. Quinn.

Please remain in contact.

The lasers are disengaged.

Hi, I'm Maria Trifioli.

I'm glad you accepted our offer.

I'm very flattered.

But it would be so difficult...

- You don't want to show your work?

- It's only four months since...

Perhaps this will open a new chapter

in your life.

The problem is moving to Rome.

It's so expensive...

Stay with us at the Regina. I'll see

that you and the baby are cared for.

Later you'll meet the gallery owner.

He's been waiting to meet you.

It's a typical Stavros operation,

and confirms our intelligence.

But who is paying for his talents?

We anxiously await your analysis.

What's unusual, is that

no one's claimed responsibility.

Location:
Barcelona. The Algerians

have flexed their muscles there.

They can't afford Stavros.

Maybe it's personal vengeance.

- Maybe Stavros is working alone.

- Why would he?

- Suppose it was a random act?

- Many groups are active in Spain.

- What do you think, Jack?

- No.

We await your comment.

It's not Stavros.

It's a copycat.

I also failed to get Stavros.

He's my last unpaid debt.

He's free, and I'm stuck here.

You were our last hope,

the last one good enough to get him.

- Does he know about this place?

- Maybe. That's why he's dangerous.

Agencies around the world

used him for difficult work.

When he was our ally, he was heroic.

Now he works for someone else, he's

a scalawag. He's out of fashion.

We've had to part with your swan.

I doubled the price.

My husband loved that swan.

He thought it was a cow.

You have five minutes

to check in at your cottages.

5, 4, 3, 2...

Thank you, Mr. Quinn.

- Let's go!

- The lasers are down!

I need help with the cable.

Give me some slack. Pull!

- Got a parachute?

- Yes!

Fasten your seat belts.

We'll be landing soon.

Who is his guardian?

- Boo!

- I heard they made you disappear.

- I need merchandise.

- Sorry, I'm closed for the night.

You're open now.

Let's talk.

- I need some mean toys.

- You'll be the bad boy in the hood.

Check this out. Laser sight.

Automatic. You'll need a holster.

- These are nice...

- Can you fly a plane?

Like a bird. But I stay on the

ground... Gas grenades are on sale.

You paying cash? I just declared

a seven-day cooling-off period.

- You know I'm good for it.

- Dead men don't get credit.

You get three CIA account numbers.

I get the stuff, you get the codes.

When I look at you,

I see nothing but trouble...

What the hell...

I like trouble.

- A parachute?

- This is better than a parachute.

- Are you sure this works?

- Of course.

I'm positive it works.

If you die, you get a full refund.

- Good luck.

- Thanks.

What are you doing?

- Give me a hand.

- How about a foot?

- Let's try something else.

- That's love, baby.

Watch your hands.

That's what I call hang time.

What's wrong with you?

You're crazier than my hairstylist!

- Did you test it?

- I didn't need to, I built it!

- Maybe I'll give you the codes.

- What do you mean "maybe"?

- Trust me.

- Bite me!

Yes, Kathryn. I'm coming.

Your baby's due tomorrow.

That's his heartbeat. Don't be late.

I wouldn't take this car.

I'm glad to see you can still play.

Check in to Hotel Navona in Rome.

Your baby's due tomorrow.

That's his heartbeat. Don't be late.

I wouldn't take this car.

I'm glad to see you can still play.

Check in to Hotel Navona in Rome.

Your baby's due tomorrow.

That's his heartbeat...

Don't spoil the paint job.

Thanks.

I'm protecting my investment. But

this is too much. I want the codes.

- I need transportation to Rome.

- Transportation, you say?

I have some connections around here.

If they can make it, I can steal it.

We'll blend in, in this.

So that's why you're dressed

like a carrot with earrings.

Damn bicycles.

Get out of the way!

I have them. They're on

the autostrada to Rome.

That checks with our information.

Quin's wife is at the Regina.

Splendid!

We've got a game going.

- Anything for Jack Quinn?

- Si, signore. Right here.

This was waiting for you, Quinn.

It's not a bomb.

Maybe it's the access codes.

- I'd love to get paid.

- Those accounts are fronts. Empty.

That figures. Why are you lying?

I bet the Colony doesn't even exist!

- It's not about the Colony.

- What the hell is this?

A sonogram of my son.

Stavros has my boy.

You go back to Antwerp.

I'll get your money. I pay my debts.

Quinn. Keep your money.

- Why didn't you tell me before?

- What for? You always play defence.

It's time to get off the bench.

The best defence is offence, right?

Right.

If we play by Stavros' rules,

my wife and son are dead.

If you send that e-mail, it'll be

intercepted by all the agencies.

- What's the plan?

- None. But Stavros doesn't know.

So he'll do what he thinks I would

do, and lead us right to Kathryn.

Quinn's clever.

A very sensitive man.

Another time, another place...

It's just too late.

You're going to hospital.

You'll be safer there.

Here, sir. Look.

It's a circus.

Everybody's here.

There's the Mossad.

Some local boys, on the corner.

Even the carabinieri.

Holy cow, it's a full house!

- Pardon me!

- Keep moving, buddy!

- It seems your plan isn't working.

- Patience. He'll be here.

- If we need help, I have a brother.

- You have a brother?

Yes. In the Sancumini Chapel.

Quinn, no!

That's what he wants.

Kathryn!

No!

You know something, Jack?

I never break a promise.

I promise I'll send you

an invitation to the christening.

- Think about wearing black.

- Let my wife go. Take me.

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