War Dogs Page #4

Hey, what's up, man?

F*** is this?

Everyone, this is David's

business partner, Efraim.

- Hey, man.

- Hey, man.

Bro, could I talk to you

outside for a minute?

- It's urgent.

- Yeah, of course.

And for the record,

I'm also his best friend,

so probably should have been

invited to whatever this is.

Look, these are her friends.

This is her dinner party.

Rosen is her friend now? That Jew f***?

Trust me, you don't want to be here.

I don't want to be here, all right?

Now, what's going on?

Jordanian customs seized our Berettas.

- What? Why?

- I don't f***ing know, David.

I dropped out of high school

before they covered

international diplomacy.

- Who's that?

- F***, it's Santos.

He knows!

Pick it up, I want to listen.

- Pick... Pick up the f***ing phone.

- This is David.

Yeah, I just heard

my guns are being held up in Jordan.

Captain Santos, yes,

there's been a slight hiccup.

What are they even doing in Jordan?

Not to worry.

They're in a hangar in Amman.

Totally safe.

My team and I are working

on a solution right now.

You didn't answer my question.

What the f*** are my guns doing in Jordan?

Captain Santos, this is Efraim Diveroli.

President of AEY, sir.

David has apprised me of the situation

and we are looking at options as we speak.

Options? What kind of options?

Well, are you familiar

with the Corvus TP1 9?

That's Brazilian and it's sh*t.

Contract says Berettas, I want Berettas.

Sir, I need you to work

with us a little on this.

Let me get this straight.

I'm in the ass crack of the world,

defending your freedom.

And I got to work with you sh*t bags?

Look, I don't know

if those Berettas are really in Amman

or if you're just trying

to goose your profits

like every other piece of sh*t

in your miserable, rat-f*** profession.

Either way, you're endangering my mission.

I'm shutting you down.

I'm canceling you for cause.

Getting canceled for cause

was a death sentence.

It meant we would never

win another contract.

Captain, please do not do that.

I know you're upset.

But from one Christian to another

my wife and I are having

serious financial problems.

Our son, Lucas, is in the hospital.

Medical bills are through the roof.

If you do this, it'll ruin me.

It'll ruin my family.

As God as my witness,

I will get you your guns.

Hello?

What a f***ing piece of sh*t!

Do you believe this f***ing guy?

- F***.

- What's going on?

What guns, David?

Are you f***ing kidding me?

You told me you guys

were selling bed sheets.

Yeah, and I also told you

that we're selling other stuff too.

I thought you meant pillows!

Look, I can't support a kid

by giving massages.

Okay? And nobody

was buying the bed sheets.

No, David, you lied to me.

Because I know how you feel about the war.

I thought we both felt that way!

I'm five months pregnant!

And it's a problem

if I can't trust the man

I'm having a baby with!

- Of course you can trust me.

- Really?

Because five minutes ago,

I didn't even know

you were an arms dealer!

I'm not an arms dealer.

What we do is perfectly legal.

We work for the government.

We're middlemen.

We don't touch the guns,

we don't see the guns.

We never even leave the office.

Hey, sorry to interrupt.

It's time sensitive.

David, do you have a passport?

What? Yeah, why?

We have to go to Jordan. Like, ASAP.

Straighten this sh*t out.

We gotta talk, whatever, okay?

Yeah.

Yo, you window or aisle?

- Excuse me, sorry.

- Yeah, we just landed.

- Excuse me.

- The Embassy call?

Excuse me. Okay, bye.

- Sorry, kind of an emergency.

- Excuse me. Sorry.

Don't worry, I have to go first.

I'm American.

I'm sorry.

The American Embassy

offered little to no help

in dealing with the Ministry of Customs.

So we took matters into our own hands.

He says your permit has expired

and that you can't fly your crates

out of Jordan without one.

Yeah, we know. That's why we're here.

Look, we were told that

you know people in the government,

that maybe you can help us out.

He says it will take six weeks

to get a new permit.

Yeah, that's the issue.

We don't have six weeks.

We need our guns today.

Look, I don't want to come off

as the ugly American here.

And maybe I don't understand

the rituals of your culture

but this feels like the moment

where we are supposed to offer

him a gift, am I correct?

- You are correct.

- All right.

$1,400 U.S. Cool?

Cool, man.

Could have just started with that,

you know, saved all this bullshit.

I like your shades.

Tell him I'll give him

100 bucks for those shades.

Tell him in gibberish.

No way. Alligator.

Yeah, I know. I...

It's Lacoste. It's actually a crocodile.

I like fancy sh*t, that's my thing.

Tell him.

For three days,

we didn't hear anything.

It was ridiculous.

Our entire business was riding on the word

of an 11-year-old translator.

Motherf***er! He ripped us off!

We don't know that yet.

No! I know what it feels like

to f*** somebody.

I also know what it feels like

to get f***ed by somebody.

And we just got f***ed.

You need to chill out.

How am I supposed to chill out, David?

We're in a Muslim country,

I can't even get a blowj*b!

It's embarrassing!

It's chaos here! F***!

Yeah.

Right now?

We're coming down.

That was Aladdin. They're in the lobby.

See that? Come on.

Hold on. Are you f***ing kidding me?

What's the problem?

You wanted your guns back,

he got you your guns back.

What? No, we said we needed a permit

to fly them to Iraq.

Exactly, but you don't need

a permit to drive them.

You expect us to drive them to Iraq?

Why not? Marlboro is the best

smuggler in all of Jordan.

Who, this?

This is the best smuggler

in all of Jordan?

Yeah, he drives to Baghdad

three, four times a month.

Efraim, you want to weigh in here?

Yo, how far is it to Baghdad?

- Why are you asking him that?

- 800 kilometers.

And he knows what he's doing?

Efraim, stop.

- 100% the best.

- Come on.

It's like 500 miles.

We'll be there by morning.

You seriously want to drive to Baghdad?

David, we're gunrunners.

Let's go run some f***ing guns.

Let's go.

Come on.

Hey, seriously, is this safe?

Driving to Baghdad?

Yes, very safe.

50-50.

50-50? What, like 50% we live, 50% we die?

Yes. That is why we drive through night.

It is much safer.

How much safer?

50-50.

Bro, what the f***!

Obviously, he doesn't know

what 50-50 means.

Oh, my God.

Hey, what about gas though?

It's a long trip, no?

No problem. Petrol free in Iraq.

No kidding.

- Free gas?

- Yeah.

See what I'm talking about? Iraq is dope.

I'm thinking about getting a place there.

Free gas.

F***ing cool, man.

What is that?

What?

You don't see that?

What the f***?

Hey, why are you slowing down, man?

It's okay, it's okay.

What's okay?

Whoa, whoa. What the f***, bro?

It's okay. Border.

What, this?

F***.

- Jesus.

- Put down.

- Huh?

- Put down.

Whoa, whoa.

Cigarettes.

For you.

Welcome.

It was f***ing surreal.

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