Andre: These are my Kalashnikov Kids,
my Boy Brigades.
I can see what you are thinking,
but we need every man we can get.
Even if they're not men?
A bullet from a 14-year-old is just as effective
as one from a 40-year-old.
Often more effective.
No one can stop this bath of blood.
It's not bath of blood, it's bloodbath.
(chuckles) Thank you,
but I prefer it my way.
I am not going to pay your asking price.
We are not a rich people. And besides,
the market is already flooded with your Kalashnikovs.
Do you realize in some parts of my country
you can get one for the price of a chicken?
But you can't just look at the unit price. You forget ancillary costs.
End-user certificates need to be forged and notarized.
Shell companies set up, insurance purchased, pilots and crews hired.
Not to mention the bribes.
You can't get a nut and bolt out of the Eastern Bloc without a bribe.
There's one bribe for the nut, another for the bolt.
Andy, Andy, listen to me. This is an expensive proposition
Andy?
I am going to pay you in timber.
Or stones.
Well, I'll take the stones.
It's kind of hard to get a tree trunk into my hand luggage.
I know you're planning a new offensive.
If you can delay a week I can get you armored personnel carriers.
They'd greatly reduce your casualties
and give you a significant strategic advantage.
You know, they call me the Lord of War,
but perhaps it is you.
It's not Lord of War. It's Warlord.
Thank you, but I prefer it my way.
(laughs)
Yuri: Conflict diamonds are a common currency in West Africa.
Also referred to as blood diamonds,
since bloodshed is what they generally finance.
By the late '90s, my wealth had caught up
to my lies about my wealth. Even surpassed my lies.
I could even afford to become a patron of the arts.
I can't believe it.
Well, of course it's wonderful. I just...
I didn't expect it to happen so soon.
Yes, well, that...
well, that would be great, too, yeah.
It's wonderful. Thank you so much.
It's... Yuri. Okay, thank you. Bye.
Yuri, that was the dealer on the phone. I just sold my first painting.
That's fantastic!
(laughing) Who bought it?
Someone important. They wanna remain anonymous.
- This is so wonderful. - Yeah, how was your trip?
You know, same old, same old. Where's Nicki?
In bed. I'm sorry. He couldn't stay up.
- Well, that's best. - My first painting.
I'm officially an artist.
- This calls for a drink. - What doesn't?
Hi.
- Yuri, this is, uh, uh... - Candy.
- Candy, of course. - Hi.
Any friend of my brother's
is a friend of my brother's.
You have a beautiful everything.
Yes, he does.
Yes, I do.
- I'm gonna kiss Nicki good night. - Okay.
How are you, brother?
Oh, you know,
still the resident family fuck up.
Yeah, well, I guess someone has to do it.
Yeah.
Hey, Ava knows, right?
I never want to say anything.
She doesn't have to know. She understands.
She's a survivor, like me.
Well, she may be a survivor,
but she's not like you.
Really, she doesn't know how you pay for all this?
We don't talk about it.
How many car salesmen talk about their work, huh?
How many cigarette salesmen? Both their products
kill more people every year than mine.
At least mine has a safety switch.
If those guys can leave their work at the office, so can I.
Goddamn, you are good.
You really are.
You almost had me convinced.
Could you, uh...
could you help me out with some...
Why?
Why what?
- Why, why, why, why? - I don't know. I don't know.
Why what?
Why are you so fucked up all the time?
Because I am.
Yuri: I didn't know how much Ava really knew
and how much she ignored.
She never questioned how a guy in the transport business
could afford to give her 18-karat diamond earrings.
I guess she didn't really want to hear the answer.
Mostly, she seemed content that I was a good provider,
and as far as she was concerned, loyal.
Despite the other women, I always made love to Ava
as if she was the only one.
I'm not saying I didn't have setbacks.
It's not called "gunrunning" for nothing.
You gotta be fast on your feet.
Some revolutions blow over before the guns even get there.
There's nothing more expensive for an arms dealer than peace.
Truce? What do you mean truce?
The guns are already on their way.
Peace talks.
All right, forget it. I'll reroute the shipment to the Balkans.
When they say they're gonna have a war, they keep their word.
Yuri: Of course, a new breed of gun-runner
requires a new breed of cop.
Henry, take Park Avenue.
(helicopter whirring)
(horns honk)
Take 'em on a tour of New Jersey.
(cell phone ringing)
Ava: Yuri...
there are men going through our garbage cans.
It's probably just some reporters looking for somebody else.
I have a feeling they don't work for the tabloids.
Yuri...
is there anything I should be worried about?
No, nothing.
- Nothing. - I love you.
I love you too.
Sir.
Yuri: I was now the best merchant of death alive.
I didn't own my own plane. I owned a fleet.
Running guns into Liberia, Sierra Leone or the Ivory Coast
at least once a week. Most trips, I had phony paperwork.
If the deadline was tight and I had to cut corners,
I had no paperwork at all.
But I wasn't overly concerned.
There was hardly any radar over most of Africa,
and even fewer people to watch it.
Valentine: Charlie, Echo, India.
Reroute to Kabala airport
on heading 0-2-9. Comply immediately.
(cell phone rings)
Colonel Southern, it's Yuri. I'm sorry to call you on this number,
but I've got Interpol all over my ass.
I can't know you right now. It's not a good time.
Not a good time?
(alarm sounding)
Charlie, Echo, India, comply immediately.
This is your last warning.
Where was the first fucking warning?
Rock your wings if you intend to comply.
I'm putting us down.
If you land, we're all going away. I don't have paperwork.
- We're in a flying fucking bomb. - They're firing bullets at our bullets.
I'm putting us down.
Okay, okay, fuck!
This is Charlie, Echo, India.
Request to reroute to Kabala airport on bearing 0-2-9.
No, not the airport. There, the highway. It's our only hope.
Are you fucking mad? A pothole will set us off.
You underestimate yourself, Alexei.
You're the best. You're the shit, Alexei. You're the shit!
You're the shit! You're the shit!
Yuri: Of course, Alexei wasn't the best.
He'd come 42nd out of 43 at the Moscow Flight School.
Oh, God, what's he doing?
Is this guy nuts?
I can't land there, sir.
Kabala's only 15 minutes away. He can't get far.
I want a truck on the tarmac.
(speaks Russian)
(sighs)
We're gonna be okay.
Yuri: Where you going?
As far from the evidence as we can get.
Wait, there's not gonna be any evidence.
Come here, come here.
Hey, don't be shy. Here, look. Free sample.
Help yourself, okay? Free sample. Tell your friends.
Come here. You want something? Look.
Want an RPG? All for you. All right?
Happy times. Come on. Help yourselves.
No charge. Everything goes.
Guns, guns, guns. Yeah, come on up!
Yeah, having fun now, huh?
Come on. Guns, guns, guns! Yeah!
Bullets, guns, grenades.
Hooray, yeah, take 'em all. Take the whole crate.
Go ahead, take the crate. Everybody, come on.
Guns, grenades, hooray!
Bullets, guns, grenades!
Yeah!
That one's got your name on it.
You want one, too? Come on. We got bullets.
Don't forget the bullets.
How can you shoot a gun if you don't have bullets?
Everything goes for free.
Guns, grenades, RPGs,
bullets, guns, yeah!
Hooray, hooray! Want some bullets?
Gotta have bullets.
What a cargo crew at Heathrow Airport does in a day
took a bunch of malnourished Sierra Leonean locals 10 minutes.
By the time Agent Valentine got there,
you could find more guns on a plane full of Quakers.
Yuri Orlov.
- Ow, fuck! - You run from us?
No, Mbizi, no.
Can he run with no legs?
Let me make him disappear, Mr. Valentine. Around here, people disappear all the time.
- I can't do that. - Look where we are.
Who will know?
We will.
He's gonna get what's coming to him.
I'm not as certain.
(coughs)
All right, get up.
- What's the charge? - What are you doing in Sierra Leone?
- I'm on safari. - Yeah, you're hunting wildebeests
- with a submachine gun? - Do you also work with the Park Service?
Hunting without a license. Is that the charge?
Why are we playing games? You traffic arms.
- Trade. - Trade, traffic.
You get rich by giving the poorest people on the planet
the means to continue killing each other.
Do you know why I do what I do?
I mean, there are more prestigious assignments.
Keeping track of nuclear arsenals.
You'd think that more critical to world security, but it's not.
No, nine out of 10 war victims today
are killed with assault rifles and small arms like yours.
Those nuclear missiles, they sit in their silos.
Your AK-47, that is the real weapon of mass destruction.
I don't want people dead, Agent Valentine.
I don't put a gun to anybody's head and make them shoot.
I admit, a shooting war's better for business,
but I prefer people to fire my guns and miss,
just as long as they're firing.
Can I go now? You've got nothing on me.
Except cuffs.
Since you're so concerned with the law,
you must know I'm legally permitted to hold you for 24 hours
without charging you. You might ask why I would do that.
And I can assure you it's not because I enjoy your company,
because I don't. No.
The reason why I will delay you for every second
of the permissible 24 hours is I am delaying
your deadly trade and the deaths of your victims.
I don't think of it as taking a day from you, but giving a day to them.
Some innocent man, woman or child
is going to have an extra day on this earth
because you're not free.
So, I will see you...
in 23 hours
and 55 minutes, huh?
(jeeps start up)
Yuri: Valentine knew he didn't have to guard me.
There was nowhere to go.
Or maybe he was hoping the locals would tear me apart.
But they were too busy with the plane.
It's like parking your car in certain neighborhoods in the Bronx.
You just don't do it.
The way I look at it, it's the way of Africa,
maybe life.
Everything that comes from the earth eventually returns.
Even a 40-ton Atonov-12 cargo plane.
A gift for you.
You know, you've arrived just in time.
I was afraid that he might die
before you got your chance
to kill him.
This man came here
hoping to take your place.
Is that not so?
No, I'm not here to supply Mr. Baptiste.
I am here to supply his enemies.
I fear it's a sale I shall never complete.
He killed your blood.
Your uncle,
when he tried to kill you.
- (whispers) No. - No?
You want that I should let him go?
- No, I... - "No no, I..."
You do want him dead.
You just...
don't want to have to do it yourself.
So...
we will do this together.
This will be
a bonding experience.
You know that you can stop this anytime that you want.
But I don't think that you do.
Just say the word.
Say "stop."
(whispers) Stop.
(laughs)
I will get you another room, my friend.
With a much nicer view.
(African dance music playing)
He ordered you brown-brown, Mr. Yuri.
- What? - Brown-brown.
- What is it? - It's a mixture of cocaine
and gunpowder.
They give it to the young boys before they do battle.
- They do anything. - (groans)
Some other time.
I suggest you try it at least once, Mr. Yuri.
Why?
Because it's your gunpowder.
(laughs)
All right.
Yuri: Even before that night
I started doing a lot of cocaine in West Africa.
I'd never tried brown-brown before.
But then I never killed a man either.
(children shouting)
Here we go. Come on!
(children cheer)
(laughing)
(groaning)
Oh, I didn't do anything, did I?
(speaking French)
Wait, are you sick? SIDA?
AIDS?
Ask the white man. He will know.
Sir, will my hand grow back?
(ghostly howling)
- Simeon? - Remember, Yuri.
Take sides.
Simeon!
- (groans) - Don't! He's Andre's.
- Fuck Andre. - Yeah, fuck Andre.
(gun clicks)
I'm sorry. They don't usually do that.
(gun clicks)
Well, let me look at it. Maybe I can fix it
Let me see it. It's the magazine. Give it to me.
- (groans) - Fuck you!
(growling)
Yuri: I started to feel I'd been cursed.
The curse of invincibility.
(imitating gunshots)
Nicki, please go to your room.
I don't believe you.
Can you prove any of this?
Mr. Orlov goes to a lot of trouble
to make his business look legitimate.
Even to you. Perhaps especially to you.
I don't expect we're gonna find anything here today.
So what do you want?
I was hoping that you would help me.
I understand that, uh...
your parents died tragically.
The illegal firearms used to murder your mother and father
were procured from men exactly like your husband.
I'd like you to leave.
Okay. Gentlemen.
(door opens, shuts)
Ava?
Ava. What's wrong?
I can't wear the clothes.
I can't wear the jewelry.
I can't drive the car.
Can't live in this house.
Everything's got blood on it.
Blood on it?
What's the matter with you?
- Don't be so melodramatic. - Of course I'm melodramatic.
I'm a failed actress, remember?
I told you, these people, it's political.
They lie. They're liars.
Look at me. Look. They lie to make themselves look good, okay?
You can't... you can't trust them.
It's not just them.
Don't worry. Your family didn't say anything.
They didn't have to.
I sell people a means
to defend themselves, Ava. That's all.
Yuri, I see the news.
I see those pictures.
The guns are bigger than the boys.
There is nothing illegal about what I do.
I don't care if it's legal.
It's wrong.
Please stop.
It makes no difference if I stop.
Someone will take my place the next day.
So let them. We have enough.
It's not about the money.
Then what is it?
I'm good at it.
I feel like all I've done my whole life is be pretty.
I mean,
all I've done is be born.
I'm a failed actress, a failed artist.
I'm not much good as a mother.
Come to think of it, I'm not even that pretty anymore.
I have failed at everything, Yuri.
But I won't fail as a human being.
Yuri: My enemies had finally found a weapon that could hurt me.
For the next six months I stopped running guns.
- I went legitimate. - This is an untapped market.
I'm talking over five million cubic meters of timber in the first year alone.
Over 100 exploitable species.
The oil? Between you and me, this is the new Texas.
What do you say to over 10,000 barrels a month?
He must be lying.
He's talking.
There's gas reserves off the Ivory Coast that OPEC doesn't know about.
The phone numbers all check out.
It's all on the level.
Yuri: No wonder Valentine was confused.
(church bells ringing)
Thank God there are still legal ways
to exploit developing countries.
But the only problem with an honest buck
is they're so hard to make.
The margins are too low.
Too many people are doing it.
Still, I'd promised Ava.
Yuri, the president of Liberia is on his way up.
He's early.
- I'll be back in a minute. - Okay.
What the fuck are you doing here, Andre?
We are here for peace talks at the United Nations.
So at the same time you thought you'd drop in on your arms dealer?
Well I was beginning to wonder whether that was still your profession.
You know you're a hard man to get a hold of all of a sudden.
That is a shame.
My son and I, we were hoping to do a little shopping
- while we are here in New York. - You know they're watching you.
Yes, I know they blame me. They blame me for everything, those hypocrites.
- They're on a hunt for a witch. - Witch-hunt.
Hostilities have escalated.
They are making it very difficult for me to resupply.
That requires a man
of your rare ingenuity.
I can't help you. I'm sorry.
I understand.
But you should know this.
Due to our present situation we are compelled
to be unusually generous.
So see you soon,
Lord of War.
You still haven't brought me the gun of Rambo.
(laughs)
Yuri: At four and a half months old
a human fetus has a reptile's tail...
a remnant of our evolution.
Maybe that's what I couldn't escape.
You can fight a lot of enemies and survive.
But if you fight your biology you will always lose.
You guys aren't waiting to say goodbye? I'm not leaving for another 10 minutes.
- Sorry, Nicki has swim practice. - Oh, okay.
You know, I'm kind of glad you're going.
You've been here so long you're starting to get on my nerves.
This oil concession should be wrapped up by Thursday.
I'll be back for the weekend. We'll go somewhere.
- The sea. - That would be fun.
- Come on. - Hey.
You trust me, right?
Yuri: She looked me directly in the eye the way I've looked in the eyes
of a thousand customs officials, government bureaucrats
and law enforcement agents.
Yes, I trust you.
And she lied without flinching.
- I'll see you, big guy. - Bye, Papa.
Yuri: She learned from the best.
Have a good trip.
# But you don't really care for music #
# Do you? #
# Baby, I've been here before #
# I've seen this room and I've walked this floor you know #
- # I used to live alone... # - That's him.
# Before I knew you #
# And I've seen your flag on the marble arch #
# And love is not a victory march #
# It's a cold and it's a broken #
# Hallelujah #
# Hallelujah... #
- Where are we going, Mama? - It's a game, honey.
Like hide and seek?
Yes.
Like hide and seek.
# Maybe there's a God above #
# But all I've ever learned from love #
# Was how to shoot somebody #
# Who got to you... #
Yuri: I can always sense when I'm being tailed.
I know what to look for.
But then I've never been tailed by the woman I love.
# It's not somebody who's seen the light... #
- (helicopter circling) - # It's a cold and it's a broken #
# Hallelujah #
# Hallelujah... #
Yuri: I can put myself in Ava's place.
She might have understood if the combination
was the last four digits of my social security number,
my birthday, even her birthday. But not Nicolai's.
My son's birthday unlocked what the government would later describe
as a catalogue of carnage.
Honey, come over here.
Nicki, stay right here.
Come on, Nicki.
(train rattling)
Come to see how the other half lives?
I miss your borscht.
- Mom and Dad say you're clean. - Yeah, you too.
You went legit, huh? That's hard to believe.
That's because it's not true.
Only you know. I'm leaving tonight on a job.
I want you to come.
I can't.
I've got a girlfriend.
I think she might be the one.
Plus I'm thinking of opening my own place.
Maybe this trip will help. It's good money.
Yuri...
I've given my word.
No one has to know.
We'll tell them we're going for a little R&R.
What do you need me for all of a sudden?
West Africa's fucked up.
More than usual.
I can't trust anybody.
I need you to watch my back.
(woman singing in African language)
Yuri.
Welcome back.
Welcome, both of you.
Welcome to democracy.
Democracy? What have you been drinking, Andy?
You have not seen the news.
You know, they accuse me of rigging elections.
But after this, with your Florida
and your Supreme Court of kangaroos, now
the US must shut up forever.
(laughs)
How do you do this, Yuri, huh?
How do you do this
when they are watching all of my airspace?
- Where there's a will there's a weapon. - (laughs)
Come on, where's my fucking money?
When it is delivered.
- It is delivered. - This is not for me.
This is for my neighbors to the west.
Vitaly: The west?
We're going to Sierra Leone.
Oh yes. And my son,
Baptiste Jr. Will go with you
to make the proper introductions.
- We have no trucks. - You will...
as soon as we get the food out of them.
The gun of Rambo.
Mr. Yuri, you are a man of your word.
- So where are we going? - RUF.
The Freedom Fighters.
- (laughing) - (gunfire)
Yuri: Every faction in Africa calls themselves by these noble names
Liberation-this, Patriotic-that,
Democratic Republic of something-or-other.
Yeah! (laughing)
Yeah!
I guess they can't own up to what they usually are...
Federation of Worse Oppressors Than the Last Bunch of Oppressors.
(whooping)
Often, the most barbaric atrocities occur
when both combatants proclaim themselves freedom fighters.
Right, I've got 500 units, brand new
right out of the box all as clean as this.
What have you got?
(woman shouting)
(mob clamoring)
God! Oh Jesus!
Yuri, I need to talk to you.
- Not now. - Now!
Excuse me.
What?
- We can't do this deal. - The fuck we can't.
- What's the matter with you? - Look. Look over there.
AS soon as we hand over the guns those people are going to die.
It's not our business.
They killed a boy just now as young as Nicki.
- What is the holdup? - There is no holdup.
I'll be right there.
Vitaly, it's what we always know. We can't control what they do.
No no, today we can.
Today we can. Yuri, they're right there!
What do you think they'll do to us if we back out? They'll kill us.
And if we go ahead, what do you think they'll do to them?
We got to do something.
What is he saying?
It's the, uh, deal.
My brother's not happy with the terms, but we're working it out. It's nothing.
Right? It's nothing.
Yeah, nothing.
You're right, Yuri. You're right.
God, I've got to get my shit together.
Uh, this is not our fight.
Right.
Okay, what's the deal? 300 RPGs,
500 assault rifles
and 800 grenades.
I thought it was 1200 grenades.
Yuri: I was so caught up in the deal
I never realized what was going on in Vitaly's head.
I thought it was 1200 grenades. Confused.
Yuri: Come to think about it, maybe I never understood
what was going on in his head.
I beg your pardon. May I see another stone?
Yuri: One thing I do understand for certain
is that Vitaly broke the cardinal rule of gunrunning.
Never pick up a gun and join the customers.
What are you doing?
Something for Yuri.
Step away. Slow.
(grunts)
No, Vit!
(gasps)
Yuri: Only half the guns were gone
so I was still entitled to half the diamonds.
If I took them, I was lost.
If I left them, I was lost.
The massacre played out exactly how Vitaly predicted.
But then a half dozen other massacres happened in Sierra Leone that week.
You can't stop them all.
In my experience, you can't stop any of them.
(gunfire)
They say "evil prevails when good men fail to act. "
What they ought to say is "evil prevails."
(gunfire continues)
I now shared even more in common
with the leader of that country God seemed to have forsaken.
We saw something in each other neither one of us liked.
Or maybe we were just looking in the mirror.
I'd paid a Monrovian doctor $20
to remove the lead from Vitaly's body
and write a bogus death certificate.
I should have paid more.
I've smuggled millions of rounds of ammunition
and the bullet that lands me in jail is found under my dead brother's rib.
Yuri Orlov.
We're with the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms.
Let me guess. This isn't about the alcohol or the tobacco.
(phone ringing)
- Crimean Restaurant. - Papa?
Both my sons are dead.
Yuri: There are only two tragedies in life.
One is not getting what you want. The other is getting it.
Valentine: Is this one of yours?
Yuri: Jack Valentine finally had what he wanted.
Curiously, the death certificate
says he died of heart failure.
Falsifying a death certificate?
That's not going to hold me.
(chuckles) You're right.
As usual, you are right.
Have you seen today's paper?
Huh?
Fake end-user certificates.
Cut-out companies, meticulously catalogued.
There is hardly a warlord, dictator or despot
anywhere in the world that you're not on a first-name basis with.
It was your wife, your trophy wife,
that led us to the prize.
It's not her fault. She's just easier to follow than you are.
- May I? - Yeah, go ahead.
(chuckles)
Enjoy it.
- What? - This.
Tell me I'm everything you despise.
That I'm the personification of evil.
That I'm, what, responsible for the breakdown
of the fabric of society and world order.
I'm a one-man genocide.
Say everything you want to say to me now.
'Cause you don't have long.
Are you paying attention?
Or are you delusional?
You have broken every arms embargo written.
There is enough evidence here to put you away
for consecutive life sentences.
You are going to spend the next 10 years of your life
going from a cell to a courtroom before you even start
serving your time.
I don't think you fully appreciate the seriousness of your situation.
My family has disowned me.
My wife and son have left me.
My brother's dead.
Trust me, I fully appreciate
the seriousness of my situation.
But I promise you,
I won't spend a single second in a courtroom.
(scoffs) You are delusional.
I like you, Jack.
Well, maybe not, but I understand you.
Let me tell you what's gonna happen.
This way you can prepare yourself.
(chuckles)
Okay.
Soon there's gonna be a knock on that door and you will be called outside.
In the hall there will be a man who outranks you.
First, he'll compliment you on the fine job you've done,
that you're making the world a safer place,
that you're to receive a commendation and a promotion.
And then he's going to tell you that I am to be released.
You're going to protest.
You'll probably threaten to resign.
But in the end I will be released.
The reason I'll be released is the same reason
you think I'll be convicted.
I do rub shoulders with some of the most vile,
sadistic men calling themselves leaders today.
But some of those men
are the enemies of your enemies.
And while the biggest arms dealer in the world is your boss,
the President of the United States,
who ships more merchandise in a day than I do in a year...
sometimes it's embarrassing to have his fingerprints on the guns.
Sometimes he needs a freelancer like me
to supply forces he can't be seen supplying.
So...
you call me evil.
But unfortunately for you,
I'm a necessary evil.
(knock on door)
I would tell you to go to hell,
but I think you're already there.
Pleasure doing business with you.
Yuri: Most people are happy just to get out of jail.
I expect to be paid to leave. I'm not a fool.
I know that just because they needed me that day
didn't mean they wouldn't make me a scapegoat the next.
But I was back
doing what I do best.
You know who's going to inherit the Earth?
Arms dealers.
Because everyone else is too busy killing each other.
That's the secret to survival.
Never go to war.
Especially with yourself.
(score playing)
(woman singing in African language)
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