Lord Of War Page #8

my own place.

Maybe this trip will help.

It's good money.

Yuri, I've given my word.

No one has to know.

Tell them we going for a little R and R.

What do you need me for,

all of sudden?

West Africa's f***ed up.

More than usual.

I can't trust anybody.

I need you to watch my back.

Brothers in arms.

Monrovia, Liberia - 2001

Yuri! Welcome back.

Welcome both of you.

Welcome to democracy.

Democracy?

What have you been drinking, Andy?

Huh, you have not seen the news.

You know they accuse me of

rigging elections.

But after this, with your Florida and

you Supreme Court of Kangaroos,

Now, the U.S. Must shut up forever.

How do you do this, Yuri?

How do you do this,

when they are watching all of

my airspace?

Where there's a will,

there's a weapon.

Come on, where's my f***ing money?

When it is delivered.

It is delivered.

This is not for me.

This is for my neighbors to the west.

The west?

We're going to Sierra Leone.

Oh, yes. And my son Baptiste Junior

will go with you to make the

proper introductions.

We have no trucks.

You will.

As soon as we get the food out of them.

Gun of Rambo.

Mr. Yuri, you're a man of your word.

So where are we going?

RUF - the Freedom Fighters.

Every faction in Africa calls

themselves by the noble names.

Liberation-this Patriotic-that,

Democratic Republic

of-something-or-other.

I guess they can't own up to

what they usually are

Federation of Worse Oppressors

than the Last Bunch of Oppressors.

Often, the most barbaric atrocities occur

when both combatants proclaim

themselves "freedom fighters."

Right, I've got 500 units, brand new

right out of the box,

all as clean as this. What have you got?

God! Oh, Jesus.

God! Oh, Jesus.

Yuri, I need to talk to you.

Not now.

Now.

Excuse me.

What?

We can't do this deal.

The f*** we can't!

What's the matter with you?

Look, over there.

As soon as we hand over the guns

those people are going to die!

It's not our business.

They killed a boy just now

as young as Nicki.

What is the holdup?

There is no holdup.

I'll be right there.

Vitaly, it's what we always know:

We can't control what they do.

No, no, today we can. Today we can.

Yuri, they're right there!

What do you think they'll do to us

if we back out? They'll kill us.

And if we go ahead, what do you

think they'll do to them?

We've got to do something.

Please, for f***'s sake.

It's not our fight.

Please. Brothers in arms.

What is he saying?

It's the deal.

My brother's not happy with the terms.

We'll work it out. It's nothing.

Right? It's nothing.

Yeah. Nothing.

You're right. Yuri, you're right.

God, I've got to get my sh*t together.

This is not our fight.

Right.

Okay. What's the deal?

and 800 grenades.

I thought it was 1200 grenades.

I was so caught up in the deal...

I never realized

what was going on in Vitaly's head.

I thought it was 1200 grenades.

Confused.

Come to think about it,

maybe I never understood what

was going on in his head.

I beg your pardon.

May I see another stone?

One thing I do understand

for certain...

...is that Vitaly broke the

cardinal rule of gunrunning.

Never pick up a gun and join

the customers.

What are you doing?

Something for Yuri.

Step away. Slow.

No, Vit!

No! Vit!

Only half the guns were gone...

so I was still entitled to half the diamonds.

If I took them, I was lost.

If I left them, I was lost.

The massacre played out exactly

how Vitaly predicted.

But then, a half-dozen

other massacres

happened in Sierra Leone that week.

You can't stop them all.

In my experience,

you can't stop any of them.

They say evil prevails

when good men fail to act.

What they ought to say is,

evil prevails.

I now shared even more in common...

with the leader of that country God

seemed to have forsaken.

We saw something in each other

that neither of us liked.

Or maybe we were just looking

in the mirror.

I paid a Monrovian doctor

twenty dollars

to remove the lead from

Vitaly's body

and write a bogus death certificate.

I should've paid more.

I've smuggled millions of

rounds of ammunition,

and the bullet that lands me in jail...

is found under my dead brother's rib.

Yuri Orlov.

We're with the Bureau of Alcohol,

Tobacco, and Firearms.

Let me guess.

This is not about the alcohol or

the tobacco.

Crimean Restaurant.

Papa?

Both my sons are dead.

There are only two tragedies in life.

One is not getting what you want.

The other is getting it.

Is this one of yours?

Jack Valentine finally had

what he wanted.

Curiously, the death certificate says

he died of heart failure.

Falsifying a death certificate?

That's not gonna hold me.

You're right. As usual, you are right.

Have you seen today's paper? Huh?

Fake end-user certificates.

Cut-out companies,

meticulously catalogued.

There is hardly a warlord, dictator,

despot anywhere in the world

that you're a first-name basis with.

It was your wife your trophy wife

that led us to the prize.

It's not her fault.

She's just easier to follow

than you are.

May I?

Yeah, go ahead.

Enjoy it.

What? This.

Tell me I'm everything you despise.

That I'm the personification of evil.

What?

Responsible for the breakdown of

the fabric of society and world order.

I'm a one-man genocide.

Say everything you want to say

to me now.

Because you don't have long.

Are you paying attention?

Or are you delusional?

You have broken every arms

embargo written.

There is enough here to put you away

for consecutive life sentences.

You are going to spend

the next ten years of your life

going from a cell to a courtroom

before you even start

serving your time.

I don't think you fully

appreciate the seriousness...

...of your situation.

My family has disowned me.

My wife and son have left me.

My brother's dead.

Trust me.

I fully appreciate the seriousness

of my situation.

But I promise you,

I won't spend a single second

in a courtroom.

You are delusional.

I like you, Jack.

Well, maybe not,

but I understand you.

Let me tell you what's gonna happen.

This way, you can prepare yourself.

Okay.

Soon there's going to be

a knock on that door

and you will be called outside.

In the hall there will be

a man who outranks you.

First, he'll compliment you on the

fine job you've done

that you're making the world

a safer place

that you're to receive

a commendation and a promotion.

And then he'll tell you that

I am to be released.

You're gonna protest.

You'll probably threaten to resign.

But in the end, I will be released.

The reason I'll be released

is the same reason you think...

I'll be convicted.

I do rub shoulders with some of

the most vile,

sadistic men calling themselves

leaders today.

But some of those men are

the enemies of your enemies.

And while the biggest arms dealer

in the world is your boss...

...the President of the United States,

who ships more merchandise in a day

I do in a year...

sometimes it's embarrassing to have

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