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ahead and call Kevin's

murder a breach of

contract and take

the diamonds as compensation.

Hm, I guess you have a point.

But how can I get

them to you if, uh, I

don't know where you are?

I'll give you a hint.

It's rectangular, way out

of date, and it stinks.

Oh.

I see.

Well, if you're looking for

the diamonds in that car,

I'm afraid you're going

to be sorely disappointed.

Not at all.

Found just what I

was looking for.

And he'd like to say hi.

Say hello to the nice man.

She's got a gun in my mouth.

Excuse me?

He said

she's got a gun in my mouth.

So let's make a deal.

I'll trade you this piece

of sh*t for my diamonds.

Otherwise, his head whistles.

Well, as I don't really

care whether you turn him

into a flute or not, I'm

afraid the only deal I'm going

to be doing is for the drive.

So I will give you

your diamonds as you're

so fond of calling them,

you give me the drive,

and we all skip away happy.

I don't negotiate.

Offer's on the table.

You have five seconds.

What?

No more witty banter.

Four.

Three.

Nothing doesn't suit you.

Two.

Last chance.

I just don't think

you're this cold.

One.

Where is she?

I didn't see her.

Why'd you let her get away?

I never saw her.

You stop that f***ing horn.

Oh, sh*t.

Damn, she's good.

Now where the hell is she?

I have no idea, but she's

certainly full of surprises.

I liked that coat.

Right this way, guys.

Right this way.

Goddamn, she's still here.

Ready, Jessica?

You're going to

look just like me.

Hey, Penny, it's me.

Now, listen, here's the plan.

I have right here in my

hand what it is you want.

But if you want it, you're

gonna have to come and get it.

Isn't it time we were

properly introduced?

You know, face to face?

Is this face to

face enough for you?

Oh, you do continue

to delight and amaze.

And you're really, really

starting to piss me off.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I really can't imagine why.

One more step and

he takes flight.

Yeah?

Then you'll come right with me.

I'm bored.

Wake her up.

Sorry about your clothes.

Ms. Clinton, here, was a

little over enthusiastic

in her search for the drive.

Do you care for a game?

Go f*** yourself.

Glad to see you haven't lost

your sense of elegant repartee.

I'm fed up playing these two.

Give me a challenge.

Thought I already had.

Touche.

Come on.

I don't play.

Strange.

I had you pegged

for a chess champ.

Maybe high stakes poker is more

your thing, what with that,

uh, expressive face of yours.

Now, you have something I want.

I have something you want.

Oh, no, that's not

quite right, is it?

Because what you want is,

in fact, entirely worthless.

Did Kevin f*** you over?

Hm?

Because I know you

didn't steal a bag

of broken windshield glass.

Now, looks as if the only thing

you have left to bargain with

is your life.

And you should

know this about me.

I always get what I want.

So, tell me.

Where is the drive?

F*** you.

Oh, well, you give

me little choice.

Frank, you prepare her leg.

Ah.

Now if you don't help

me with my problem,

then I can't finish my business.

And if I don't

finish my business,

then the Senator doesn't pay me.

The Senator doesn't pay me...

Oh, you just love

to talk, don't you?

This is your final chance.

Where is the drive?

OK, let's, uh, kick off

with a couple of turns.

Oh, couple more like

that and your leg

is going to be two dimensional.

Which is one more dimension

than your personality

will ever achieve.

Again.

You know, that leg

is going to pop.

And when it does, it's

only a matter of time

before the gangrene sets in.

Green's always

been my best color.

Good.

Ha-ha-ha, just as well, huh?

Ha-ha-ha, again.

Hold on.

Tie it up.

Where is the drive?

All right.

What's in it for me?

Huh?

If I help you,

what's in it for me?

At the very least, your leg.

And at the most, your life.

You're right.

Go on, keep going.

Enough.

Now, you... you really are

prepared to lose your leg.

You are quite the remarkable...

Huh.

Back off, both of you.

You remind me of a story,

an... an urban legend, perhaps.

But you know, about

seven years ago, I

was doing some, um,

some freelance work,

should we call it, for

the agency in Cairo.

There was a great deal of

chatter about a senior member

of the Palestinian

Authority who was

coming into town for

a sit down chitchat

with some Egyptian ministers.

And the word on the

street was that he

was to be housed in an

impenetrable government owned

fortress.

Well, you can guess

what happened.

There was a massive

bomb, but it was set

on the inside of the building.

A little birdie told me that the

CIA had struck a deal, letting

Mossad borrow an incredibly

talented and creative entry

specialist.

She, for, yes, indeed,

it was a woman,

was the very best in the

world at penetrating the most

impenetrable places,

and then, poof,

disappearing without a trace.

I'll admit.

The story has always

fascinated me.

It's heroine and it's, um, it's

ultimate tragedy, for her blast

did not kill its

intended target.

But instead, it

claimed the lives

of his three sweet young

children and their poor mother.

He, amazingly, escaped

with only minor injuries.

I've often thought about

that female operative.

You know, what went

wrong, do you think?

Was it, uh, was it poor

intelligence, shoddy equipment,

or just plain bad f***ing luck?

Did she feel any remorse?

Or did she manage

to compartmentalize

the death of the mother

and her three children?

Perhaps as a... a

man might have done.

Anyway, the long

and the short of it

was that the CIA

dropped her as quickly

as the proverbial hot brick.

She threatened to go all

Edward Snowden on them

and they retaliated

by spinning her is

a double agent slash terrorist.

Oh, how the might fall, eh?

What do you think, Alexis?

Do you think such a mythical

creature could possibly exist?

Because, boy, the

demons she must carry.

Now, I'm going to take

a different tact here.

So I could always

go back and finish

that other business,

Kevin's wife,

little Matthew in his jammies.

You know, boom.

Yeah, that struck a

chord with you, right?

I have the feeling that you

might balk at causing yet

another child infinite pain.

Whereas me, hm, I

have no such qualms.

Why should I believe you?

Because I don't lie.

Ever.

K. When and where?

Western Cape Airport,

tonight, 21:
00 hours.

I'm, uh, gonna

need to make a call.

Good girl.

Give her a phone.

Hello?

It's going to be Cape Town

Airport, 9:
00 PM tonight.

Hate that redial.

You want to let me up now?

Come on.

Why wait till tonight?

Because...

It's going to take that long

for Frank, here, to sew you up.

Oh, don't worry.

It's just a flesh wound to

stop your trying to run away.

You know, you... you

might want to rethink

the whole chess thing.

It's good for people

in our line of work.

This situation here,

that's what we call check.

Get her dressed.

Make her look pretty.

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