White Sands Page #3

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used to getting what she wants.

So...

...Bob.

Who are you really?

Bob Spenser. Really.

- The other one lied?

- Must've been.

So where is

the other Bob Spenser now?

He's dead.

He's dead?

You could blow me

out of the water right here.

We both know it.

But since you haven't...

...you're waiting for the deal

so you can get your fee from Lennox.

Am I right?

Hello?

- Did you kill him?

- Would it matter?

- Did you?

- No.

We're all set.

Can you give us a ride?

- I can drive.

- I'll do it.

Why drive when one can be driven?

That's one of my rules.

Hey, Bobby, you like helicopters?

Helicopters?

Come on. Get in the front.

This is Bob Spenser.

You might wanna buckle up there, Bob.

Mr. Lennox.

Colonel Bedrosian, Gorman Lennox.

- This is my partner, Bob Spenser.

- Hi, Bob.

Let's get inside, it's noisy here.

Ever been to White Sands before?

No, I sure haven't.

It's not sand. It's gypsum.

Some kind of prehistoric

underground lake.

A keepsake.

Don't tell anybody where you got it.

Taking sand is illegal.

Something to remember White Sands by.

I'd like to take a reconnaissance

of that briefcase.

Money talks, bullshit walks.

Be my guest.

Let's do some business.

These are M-16s.

Brand spanking new.

Sidearms.

C-4 explosives.

Claymore mines.

Flchette grenades.

Now this, gentlemen,

is the AT-4 Viper.

This little lady

will knock out a tank at 300 yards.

Armor penetration, 11.81 inches plus.

Muzzle velocity, 985 feet per second.

Ground troops like it because

it's light, reliable and easy to use.

International Arms magazine

rated this honey four stars.

- It'll fill your basic needs.

- I'm impressed.

This all stuff that wasn't used

during Desert Storm?

Negatory. This is state-of-the-art.

- We deal with the Defense Department.

- We'll give you 500 now...

...and 500 on delivery.

- Well, no.

There's been a slight increase

in cost.

- Excuse me?

- We want 400,000 more on the back end.

That's bullshit.

If you can't handle the volume, fine.

F*** it, then. Forget it. No sale.

I ought to turn you in to

the Treasury Department...

...collect a little reward.

- We'll just take our money back.

- We can't do that.

We've incurred significant costs.

It's a nonrefundable deposit.

A half million dollars, nonrefundable?

You two cheap, dime-store cowboys...

...squatting on your fat-ass pensions

over in Las Cruces.

Black-marketing military hardware to

the highest bidders.

You f***ers make me want to puke.

This is a wash. We're out of here.

- F*** 'em.

- Wait a second.

Wait a second. This is crazy!

You changed the rules.

How do you expect us to react?

We're talking about $400,000

we gotta come up with.

It was unavoidable and unforeseen.

You want us to believe

you've had an increase on your end...

...but you're not giving us credit.

You're passing the whole cost onto us.

All right. I tell you what.

We'll eat 150,000.

That means you owe us

Well done, Bobby, but

maybe now you can explain to me...

...how we're gonna find

an extra $250,000.

I thought you did this all the time.

You're the money man, not me.

If I had the money,

I wouldn't need you, now would I?

He's not here. Can I take a message?

Are you ringing the right room?

- It's Bob Spenser.

- Yes, ma'am.

Can I have his room?

- No, but can I take a message?

- No.

- Good night.

- Good night.

I need to wait in his room.

- That's impossible.

- I'm not just anybody.

We have a relationship...

...Bob Spenser and I.

- This is an unpleasant situation.

- I just can't... Good night.

Any messages for Lennox in 306?

No, Mr. Lennox.

Mr. Spenser?

A woman's asking

to be let into your room.

I hope we're practicing

safe sex, Bob.

See you in the morning.

She didn't leave a note.

Her name was Noreen.

- What did she look like?

- You must have walked past her.

- Sort of offbeat, redhead, around 25.

- Okay. Thanks.

- You're bad at this.

- We're just watching you.

I'm FBI. I work for Meeker.

You didn't warn me

about Lane or Noreen!

She might have confused you

with another Bob Spenser.

You wanted to take Artie's ride,

here it is.

We're only halfway home.

- Lane's a piece of work, huh?

- What do you mean only halfway home?

You're using me as bait

for a sting on Lennox.

I didn't lie.

I just didn't tell you everything.

If you want to bail, I'll understand.

I'll say you lost the money.

No, no, I'm in. Let's get this guy.

Just don't bullshit me anymore.

All right.

The truth is...

...I've been trying to bust

Gorman Lennox for five years.

I finally get Artie in place,

and the whole thing blew up.

- Artie was FBI?

- One of my best undercovers.

Do you think Lane killed him?

Artie's a suicide.

Stay on track here, Ray.

- I need another $250,000.

- What?

They upped the ante.

I'm taking care of it.

You want another 250 grand

on top of the 500 you already lost?

Isn't it your operation?

I'm already out on a limb.

Get serious.

Without that money,

Lennox won't believe me.

If I ran that up the bureau flagpole,

nobody'd salute.

Where the hell

am I supposed to get the money?

Ms. Bodine's got a talent for

finding cash for lost causes.

Damn good at it. Takes a nice cut.

She's getting a finder's fee

for Lennox.

Which is what, five grand?

This is a different ball game.

The commission on this deal's

got to be over 100 large.

I'm sure she'd go for it.

She likes living on the edge,

playing in the gutter...

...seducing men of mystery like Artie.

Like you.

You don't have to.

But it's an option.

You can sell it to her somehow.

- How much are we talking about?

- $250,000.

Bob and I are already at risk

for a million.

We were set to do it ourselves...

...but they upped the ante.

- So here we are.

We need 250,000 and Bob

thought... Thank you.

Bob thought?

Bob thought you might be willing to

cross the line...

...for the greater good.

I don't get involved in these things.

But you'll show us someone

who does...

...and take a fee, right?

- You're commenting on my ethics?

The people you're trying

to help are being butchered...

...by the government

peace-keeping patrols...

...and blankets and Rice-A-Roni

ain't gonna change that.

Since when have you cared?

All I'm saying is...

...before humanitarian aid can work...

...there's got to be some humanity

to give it to.

He almost sounds like he

believes it.

Who are you dealing with?

If I told you that, you could go

straight to the source...

...and cut me and old Bob

out here completely.

If you were the type

to get involved in this.

Now, we'll give you 10 percent

of the total deal.

That's $ 125,000. That's your share.

We'll allow whatever guarantees

you might need to protect yourself...

...and your friends

from old Gorman Lennox.

"My friends. "

- You mean 10 percent of the front end?

- Right.

So you buy these guns for...

...what? $ 1.25 million?

Then you sell them to your

freedom fighters for $3 million.

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