The Detonator Page #2

-You.

So who's Bostanescu?

He owns the stadium,

and this town's real big on soccer.

You better call me too.

We could play

the wayward-nephew card.

The American had no backup.

No real evidence.

Some rifles, that's all.

He was alone.

Kill him.

Do you really wanna do this, Jozef?

lt's such a big deal.

Do we really need it?

lt's the biggest deal

we've ever made.

ls everything ready?

ls the team in place?

-Everything's ready, don't worry.

-Good. Good.

-Find out who this cop is.

-Okay.

-Champion.

-Champion.

-Hello.

-Griffith, it's me, Greenfield.

-Sir.

-What are you doing in Bucharest?

Working, sir. Well, trying to.

Gunning down people,

burning suspects.

You call that work?

Today, an unidentified

American tourist...

... turned violent in a football match

that took place....

Is it true? Did you interrogate

and burn a suspect?

More like singed.

Griffith is gone, today.

l can get rid of him

and use him in one stroke.

What l need to know from you is,

is he reliable?

He's reliable. What about Dimitru?

See if he leads us somewhere.

All right.

-Sir, but what about Dimitru?

-What about him?

You have a court date

in 48 hours.

If you don't show up, you will be

considered a fugitive, you hear me?

-Yes, sir. But can l explain--?

-No discussion.

Mak e sure you're on that plane, or

you're looking at 1 0 years in prison.

You got 48 hours, Griff.

-You understand?

-Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Didn't take you long to find a bar.

A police station,

agency front opposite.

Bound to be a bar close by.

l always wondered what these

European soccer games were like.

Pretty much like everywhere else.

You show up, people running,

screaming. Random gunfire.

Yeah, it wasn't exactly random.

They were aiming at me.

You're on a flight

back to New York today.

lf you're good,

l'll put you in business class.

You will, huh? Why?

Do your old ClA buddies a favour, sit

next to a girl on the plane ride home.

-Check for somebody else.

-Nobody else available. Cutbacks.

Nadia Cominski.

Romanian, married to an accountant.

Locals picked her up at the airport

with a lot of cash.

Large denominations,

multiple currencies...

...and a dead husband

in their New York house.

l don't work

for the agency anymore.

Come on. l recommended you,

God help me.

Don't make me look bad.

-Griff, ours is not to reason why.

-Yeah, ours is just to do or die.

-What about first-class?

-Don't push it.

Give me something

l can work with on Dimitru.

There's nothing to give.

l'd like to know who was on

the other end of that cell phone.

-That before or after you burned him?

-l didn't burn him, l singed him.

-That's funny. Singed.

-Yeah.

Just like you singed Esperanto's

whole house back in Colombia?

He was a very bad man.

He was a very bad man.

Yeah, he was a very bad man.

-Thanks for bailing me out.

-Very nostalgic. Just like old times.

-Give me a gun and some cuffs.

-Come on, Griff, you know the rules.

l need a gun

if l'm gonna protect the witness.

Yeah, l'll see what l can do.

Don't forget the cuffs.

Your escort won't be here

for two hours.

Welcome to the party,

Mr. Sonni Griffith.

Yeah. Griffith will be fine.

-This is Griffith. Homeland Security.

-How you doing?

So where's my package?

-ClA hasn't lost her already, have you?

-Unfortunately, no.

Madam retired to the west wing

for a couple of hours.

Madam retired to the west wing.

-Sounds like a real prize.

-And you are the lucky winner.

Are you being followed?

Of course.

Lose them at the house.

Cl-f***ing-A.

-Wanna take the first watch out back?

-Love to.

Mrs. Cominski,

you have some pizza.

Are you hungry?

Does anyone know what...

...means?

Yeah. The hawk--

You know, like a bird--

He will f*** you in the ass.

-That's nasty.

-lt is.

What about a local arms dealer

named the Hawk?

Mrs. Cominski.

Mrs. Cominski,

this is Sonni Griffith.

He'll be escorting you

back to New York.

-She's a real charmer, huh?

-Anybody know anything about her?

Her husband was found murdered

in New York...

...and she got caught at the airport

by Customs with a lot of cash.

Now she's inconsolable.

Killed by who?

Killed by who?

We are through to the finals.

One more game...

...and we go to the world

championships in Washington, D.C.

How is it that the worst

football country in the world...

...gives the best championship

in the world?

Sonni Griffith, ex-Army Ranger.

Ex-ClA agent.

Currently working for

Department of Homeland Security.

How did you bring him to do deal

in my stadium, at my game?

l had no idea--

l gave you two orders,

just two.

The teams work independently.

You do the deal,

you bring me the money.

And you never, never bring

the dogs to my door.

Are you having trouble

understanding orders?

Because l can't run this thing

without orders.

He insisted on seeing the--

Of course he did, stupid boy,

he's police.

Get out of my sight

and go sit somewhere. Go.

And keep quiet.

Hey, Alec. Good boy.

Come here. Come on.

In this business,

you're the k eeper of the flame.

But pretty soon

the flame burns itself out...

...and you're left

with nothing but ashes.

-Hey, where's the bathroom?

-Upstairs.

Mrs. Cominski. Mrs. Cominski.

Cominski. Let's go.

-What's happening?

-We don't have time.

Get in. Stay.

Who sent you? Who sent you?

Don't do it.

Keep your head down.

What the hell is going on here?

-How the hell should l know?

-l'm gonna ask you again.

-What's going on?

-Are you deaf?

Oh, sh*t.

l'm gonna ask you again.

What's going on?

Or you're on your own.

-Who could that be, trying to kill me?

-Trying to kidnap you.

Kidnap, kill.

What difference does it make?

There's a big difference.

Someone set us up,

do you understand that?

Yes. l do.

Look, Cominski. l need your help.

You give me something

and you stay alive.

Time's up.

Okay, okay. Look.

Wait. Wait.

My husband wasn't ruthless

like these people.

He was just greedy.

-He wanted out.

-And?

And he was stealing money

and hiding it in a Swiss account.

-How much money?

-l'm not sure. They say 30 million.

Go.

-Where's the money?

-Still in the account.

Victor made me

memorize the numbers.

-Who does the money belong to?

-Jozef Bostanescu.

Jozef Bostanescu.

Your husband worked for him?

So tell me what happened

in New York.

Jozef insisted on coming

to dinner to our place.

He asked my husband

about the money.

Victor was very nervous,

and Jozef cut his throat.

How did you get here?

l grabbed the cash l could,

and l escaped.

-How?

-The back staircase.

And then l land here,

and stupid Custom man...

...arrested me for not declaring

the money l took.

Before you could turn yourself in

and declare the 30 mil, huh?

lt will be there on time.

Just have my money ready.

l have to go.

Going to the game tomorrow?

They should hang that ref.

You just walked into the only motel

in the town that has a room this week.

You wouldn't happen to have two,

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