The Art of War Page #4

a United Nations' initiative.

But, more than anything else,

I want it to work...

...and I'm afraid that, as things stand now...

...without the President's presence,

it can't work.

Don't bring in the President.

It'll only complicate things.

And in the meantime, we were hoping...

...that you wouldn't mind acting

as interim diplomat.

An ambassador of good will, if you will.

I'd be honored to help...

...and allow you to take the headlines:

"Secretary-General saves

China Trade Agreement."

Excuse me.

Eleanor Hooks.

You posted a missing cat?

Yes.

Yes, I did.

You found him healthy?

Yes.

You'll need to keep him for a few days.

Is that a problem?

No problem.

I know where to reach you.

-A**hole!

-Get a house, you jerk!

Internet chat rooms,

though they're a free-for-all...

...you just have to know where to go.

"Triads killed Wu."

"Framed me."

"Possible mole in department."

"Hold communications and expect cover..."

"...to be compromised..."

"...within 24 hours."

"Stay under radar."

"Good luck."

Yeah, good luck.

You work for the UN, don't you?

Jesus, you do.

OK, I want you to go in there and buy

some bottled water and some food that we'll keep.

And when you come out, there's one more thing

that I want you to do for me.

One more thing?

It must be nice for you to assume

I will bend over whenever you please.

-It's--

-It's bend over backwards.

...what I meant.

Thank you.

I'm trusting you.

I really don't care nothing about it

that you're drunk!

But you better cook that food

like it's supposed to though.

Excuse me.

-Hello?

-Is a Ma- Marie there?

-No Marie here.

-Oh, sorry, sorry, wrong number.

Pay phone?

Over...

I am not through with you!

I keep telling you, don't nobody want--

Get over there!

Hi, Lo Kee Bakery.

Bingo.

Oh, great.

Down!

Everybody down!

-Get undressed.

-Excuse me?

Strip. All your clothes off, now.

-You think I'm--

-Now! Take your clothes off, now!

Oh, you think I'm gonna get undressed for you?

You're bugged. There's a transmitter

in your clothing somewhere.

-A transmitter? How?

-I don't know how.

How do you think they tracked us

to the diner, huh? Just think about it.

They went after you in there.

Not me.

Take 'em off.

A**hole! I hope you rot in hell for eternity.

What was that?

You said I was free to go.

Oh, you wanna go?

Okay.

Here.

Go.

See ya.

Thought so.

Glasses.

Watch.

Best I could do.

You're not used to this, are you?

Not having control of the situation,

being manipulated.

You're normally on the other side

of the equation.

What, are you just stating the obvious

for your own personal enjoyment...

...or you... you moonlighting

as a psychic friend?

If I help you,

it would follow that I help myself.

Okay. Well then, help yourself

by telling me about Ambassador Wu.

You said you worked for him

for a long time.

Ambassador Wu was an outsider.

He knew China's future lay

in economic growth.

But the party line was to keep

a separation with the West.

He believed that the gulf could be crossed.

What gulf?

I'm talking about appearances

and meaning.

Frankly, I thought you'd be more sensitive

to this concept.

Who are you calling?

You tell me.

Lo Kee Bakery.

Okay, it's a front.

For what?

This is an athletic club.

A private gentleman's club

for gambling and....

And?

And Sex.

You're late!

Hey, where's one of the moron brothers?

C'mon, where are you guys?

Frank, my clients are waiting.

You'll be able to hear me with this.

And you'll be able to talk to me...

...with this.

I need your help.

Help me find what I'm looking for, okay?

-What are you doing?

-I don't have time to worry about another thing, okay?

-Where would I go?

-I don't know. Some place I obviously haven't thought of.

Can you tell me why my helping you

is conditional on being a prisoner.

You're not a prisoner.

I'm protecting you. From yourself.

One of these days, you're gonna have to tell me

how you know about this place.

Julia?

You awake?

I'm awake.

I was just in a different place.

Can we stick to the present?

You know, I read a book once

about these prisoners of war...

...who construct the house of their dreams

in their head...

...to keep their sanity.

Sanity?

I thought you lost that a long time ago.

Right now I'm sitting at a cafe,

in a small village...

...in the south of France.

There's a familiar face.

Shaw, there's cops pulling up everywhere.

Did you hear what I said?

Yeah.

Party's over.

Did you need any help with those?

We have a full license.

Oh, you've got a f***ing license?

We'll just be on our way then.

You're in way over your head, boy.

You see, we have an understanding with the police.

Well, now you have an understanding

with the FBI.

I said assume the f***ing position.

-Assume position.

-I'm not going anywhere.

You kung fu motherf***er!

Didn't you hear that officer talk to you?

What's wrong with you? Get over here.

Give me those.

Get up the stairs with your b*tch ass.

Let's get their names.

Get them out of here. Come on.

You know, sometimes it's hard to tell the

difference between the good guys and the bad guys.

It's not always obvious...

Excuse me, miss.

Is this man bothering you?

Steel. Left hand.

Nice and slow.

All right.

Step back.

Not exactly FBI waist regulation, is it?

I'm on probation.

Okay, Cappella, why don't you ask her.

Ask her who the bad guys are,

and if she wants to walk away with you.

Look, we're both after the same thing.

Why can't we work together on this?

Because your idea of cooperation

is me in a cell.

I don't particularly like that.

I'm just after the truth.

Well, why don't you check out the Vietnamese

refugees underneath the bakery?

My guess is they're linked to the dead ones

you found in the container.

You can be a hero.

I don't think there's a weight requirement

for Attorney General, do you?

Probably not.

Probably not?

Oh, Cappella?

Yeah?

Thank you.

That club stinks of David Chan.

He's in bed with the Triads

and definitely linked to the refugees.

But I need proof that he took out Wu

to kill the trade agreement.

I'm not so sure about your theory.

I mean, David Chan was supporting

the trade initiative.

Appeared to be.

But ask yourself this:

Who benefits the most from Wu's death?

Besides Mrs. Wu?

If the trade agreement is signed tomorrow,

then Chan's business monopoly would be over.

He'd have to compete

with the Western companies.

Kill Wu and the UN Trade Agreement

with him...

...Chan keeps China to himself.

You make a lot of sense...

...for a car thief.

Okay, just relax.

Okay, ready.

You're gonna log on to the main Web site,

then you're gonna follow the instructions I gave you.

Wait, the access is denied.

Okay, simultaneously press

Control, Alternate, F8, twice.

Backslash.

Enter.

Password and log in ID.

Don't worry about it. You don't need it.

Just follow the last lines of codes

on the page.

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