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caught dead in a joint like this.

Do me just one favor.

Don't let on that I'm straight.

I don't want to break any hearts.

Trust me.

You said if I ever need anything,

I could come to you?

I need your help.

Wait. You need my help?

Now.

You got it.

Cover me for a few seconds.

I got to help a friend.

Who's he? He looks rough!

Don't start.

Do you two need a moment alone?

We're fine, thanks.

Just an idea.

Kevin just...worries about me.

Don't ask.

You want me to help

you break into Cyrez?

Yeah.

You shitting me?

I thought I'd help you

move a sofa or something.

Pull over up ahead.

I'll help you out.

All we need is some tanks,

a few rocket launchers...

...and a set of balls

like the King of Bayonne.

You need these.

I'll meet you at his place.

I look like I've got gas?

Gentlemen.

What's going on?

It will be contained in 24 hours.

Not good enough.

We have problems. They're solvable.

We must cancel the shipment.

Not an option.

What do we do with 10 tons of assault

weapons that's not supposed to exist.

I am the eyes and ears of your world.

There's too much heat.

You don't get it.

The money has changed hands.

These are not the kind

of people you cancel on.

Get those guns out of the

country tonight or you're dead.

Now...

...how will you contain the situation?

Kruger has to show up at Cyrez.

I'll be waiting.

Why would he risk it?

The disk is the only thing

that'll clear him and the woman.

This better work.

The disk. The girl. The guns.

By dawn, they don't exist. Clear?

Yeah.

Crystal.

In 2 weeks, the House Armed

Services Committee announced...

...it will begin official

hearings into the Cyrez scandal.

It's crawling with reporters.

We've got to keep a lid on this mess.

By tomorrow you'll be chuckling about

this in your kiss-ass country club.

Who's running this camera?

I am.

This is Haggerty, head of security.

Good.

We'll keep everything

nice and low-profile?

Ever do any wetwork?

On 3 different continents.

To impress me, Slick,

do your f***ing job.

How many people do you have?

They'll do what it takes.

Plus 20 more on the security

force, who'll follow orders.

Fine.

Make sure my man has

your full cooperation.

We've got every possible

point-of-entry under surveillance...

...from the rooftop to the sewers.

He's a ghost.

If he wants in, he'll get in.

Where's he go to run this disk?

The central vault.

No other terminal can access it.

To read the disk,

there's only one way in.

Outstanding, gentlemen.

All we do is sit back and wait

for Mr. Kruger to come to us.

Where are you going?

Take it easy. I've got a

delivery for Blevens, 14th floor.

We can't accept any deliveries.

"We can't accept any deliveries."

I'm just messing with you, man.

Call Blevens to authorize it.

Pepperoni and cheese.

Maybe you don't understand.

This is a high-security facility.

You don't understand.

This is a Papa Genoche's pizza.

If he doesn't get it while it's still

hot, he gets two free out of my pocket!

-I'm trying to save for a computer.

-Search him.

Get your hands off me!

Listen...

...l got a bad heart and a good lawyer.

Shut up.

He's clean.

Cheese and pepperoni.

Pal, hit the road.

I said, go!

What's going on?

Pizza delivery guy is having a seizure.

Who ordered a pizza?

This is all we need. Get him

to the infirmary immediately.

-How're we doing?

-We'll be on the road in an hour.

They roll or I need to know why.

Yes, sir.

Come on! Let's move it!

You're expected.

Infirmary is through the loading dock.

Patient stable?

I'm not sure. Hurry.

Thank you.

He looks stable. Give him some oxygen.

He's fibrillating! Code blue!

No, it's okay!

Gel.

Clear!

This way. They're waiting for you.

Here we go again. Clear!

Increase voltage.

Let's do it one more time.

Let's not.

You, over there, against the wall.

On the floor.

Face the wall.

On the floor.

My God! Terrorists!

You want terror?

You want some fricking terror?!

I'll jump-start your ass!

Tape them.

Face the wall!

Keep it secure.

Handle that?

Get out!

Let's go.

We have a problem.

What is it?

-He's running the disk.

-Sh*t!

Impossible.

Any activity at Station 1?

All clear.

My ass! He's in.

He just didn't use the door.

Get your men down there, now! Go!

-What are you doing?

-No, I know this.

It changes.

Screw that. Get out of the way.

Check it.

Somebody talk to me.

He's at a remote terminal

somewhere in the building.

-You said he couldn't.

-He can't.

Donahue designed it so

no outside activity--

Donahue is dead.

You'll wish you were too, if you

don't find out what's going on...

...and you find out now.

-Holster it.

-Take a hike, junior.

I said, holster your--

Some people take things for granted,

like the ability to chew solid food.

I'll find him.

How?

I'll scan the terminals,

eliminate them one by one.

If he stays on-line, I'll nail him.

Do it.

How we doing?

You were right. Donahue

left himself a back door.

But we still have to break his code.

We've got another 5 or 6

minutes until they trace us.

Recognize this?

No.

Warmer. It's an accounting format.

Stop me if I get lucky.

How we doing?

Eliminating low clearance programs.

South wing is clean.

Two to go.

Two federal investigators

downstairs want to talk.

Do what you've got to do,

but get rid of them.

-You can't be seen here.

-I won't be. Go.

I need a chopper on the roof.

Right.

Those are offshore banking deposits.

"UBS." That's Union de Banques Suisses.

$52 million.

If it's an arms sale, it's a major one.

Let's see who their buyer is.

"Sergei...

...lvanovich Petrofsky."

Who's that?

Bad news.

Head of a cartel in the Russian Mafia...

...selling drugs, guns and

influence to very unpleasant people.

He's in the north wing.

Get moving.

Let's go.

-How long?

-I don't know.

running secure programs.

You got 5 minutes.

Find them and call me.

Let's go.

There it is. Delivery date...

...tonight, midnight.

Are they insane?

lf these get offshore....

There will be a whole new

era of world terrorism.

Got him. 25th floor, Donahue's office.

Scramble. Alpha Chief

to the north wing, now!

They're onto us.

They're erasing the goddamn disk.

Come on!

I'll cover you.

Meet me at the ambulance.

Go!

Lee, run!

Listen, John!

My rules!

Mess with me, I'll mail her

back to you in little pieces.

Fire alert.

Fire Alert.

This is not a drill. Please

proceed to the nearest exit.

In this car I can get us to

Baltimore in 40 minutes.

You're not coming with me.

I'll drop you off.

Don't give me this, "I work alone" sh*t.

You've already done enough.

This is not your fight.

Look, just indulge me

for a minute, okay?

If it weren't for you...

...my tongue would be hanging

on Canelli's trophy wall.

Look, you need me.

My cousin Tony runs those docks.

If your ship is there, he will find it.

You're short one envelope.

Infantino didn't pay.

What do you mean, didn't pay?

What'd he say?

He said, "Tell that fat

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