You are out of your mind.
Correct.
Where's the welcoming committee?
Be thankful that there aren't 50 Kalashnikovs pointed at our heads.
So what are you going to do?
I'm going to do what any good journalist would do
when he gets to a new place.
Yeah? What's that?
I'm going to find a bar.
Doesn't exactly look like they get many newcomers in here.
Just keep smiling. You'll be fine.
What did he say?
He said you're about skinny enough to be used as bait.
- Yeah. It's a fishing joke. - Yeah, no. I get it.
Duck, I hope you have money.
What happened to the 20 I gave you yesterday?
Simon, save some for me.
What is he saying?
He just sold you and me out.
- Thank you, Simon. - Great.
You're welcome.
Do you really think we would sell out leader of our people
for a simple glass of cheap brandy?
Do you really think the people of Republica Srpska are that weak?
We don't go University like you people do.
But we are not dumb, and we don't like to be made fun of.
We are not making fun of you.
Bullshit! You continue even now.
Don't insult me by acting otherwise.
Okay, we don't want any trouble.
You know how I got these animals on wall?
- I shoot them. - All right.
We're going to be leaving now.
Yes, I think so.
- One question before we go. - Simon...
Did you ever go hunting with him?
I mean, uh, he got his nickname because he loved to hunt foxes.
You obviously love to hunt foxes.
I was just wondering.
In a war, I kill people like you.
The war is over.
Yes, yes, it is.
Wait.
Did you hunt with him?
- For fuck's sake, Simon. - You are one brave motherfucker.
Hey. Duck.
Duck, look.
You're just like those stupid United Nations people
that poke around, seeing if one of us will talk.
You tell your friends that we know nothing here.
Tell them that we lost loved ones in the war, too.
Not just the Muslims.
You tell them that.
I make sure you get back down the road without dying.
Or at least I do my best.
What do you mean, you saw his cars?
While you were back there being a complete fucking asshole,
Benjamin saw them out the door.
Jesus. Which way did they go?
- Back down the mountain. - Go!
Get in the car!
Shit! Fuck!
What are we going to do, run 'em off the road?
- I don't know. - These men are killers, Simon!
- Fuck these roads! - Simon.
Kid's got a point.
So does my dick.
What exactly are you planning on doing?
You got three cars that's full of them!
Yeah, I'm going to call the UN or NATO or someone.
- No fucking calls. - What the hell?
- You madman! That was my phone! - No calls!
No NATO! No UN! Nothing!
I don't trust anybody!
- Holy shit. - Fuck.
Simon, I swear to God, if you do something stupid, I'll kill you myself.
- Hi. - Hi. Get out of the car.
No, we're just tourists on our way to Montenegro.
Yeah, get out of the fucking car now!
Oh, my God. We're going to fucking die.
- Stay calm. - Out!
You're making a mistake here because we're just passing...
On the ground!
- Get the fuck on the ground! - Just don't panic.
- Shut the fuck up. - What are you waiting for? Come on.
- No, nothing. Okay. Okay. - Come on. Come on.
Out. Out. You, too. Out. Come on. Come on.
- This was all a misunderstanding. - Shut the fuck up!
On the ground now! Get down.
- On the ground now. - Okay, okay, okay.
You don't have to worry about us. We're just journalists!
- You do not have... - Shut up!
Simon?
Goran? Fucking hell!
Shit. Fucking Simon Hunt!
You know this motherfucker?
Sascha! Simon Hunt!
Goran, you crazy, thick-necked Croatian son of a bitch!
- How are you? - I'm good, I'm good.
- We almost kill you, man. - Yeah, no shit.
Listen, never drive on our road.
But if you do, call first us, okay?
Okay. All right. I promise. I promise.
Laugh at all their jokes.
Whatever you do, don't stare at the midget.
What midget?
They're black marketeers.
- They run stuff that comes in through Croatia. - Okay.
- Simon! - Sascha!
- Oh, shit, I'm staring at the midget. - Well, stop.
Where the fuck my money?
Beautiful guitar, it's yours. Go ahead.
Un-fucking-believable.
Yeah, it's, like, twice his size.
Fucking greedy midget.
What?
I'll pay you back.
I'll pay you both back.
- Duck? - Hey, baby.
Wait, I can hardly hear you.
Costas, can you turn down the stereo, please?
- Where are you? - I'm fine.
No. Baby, I said where are you?
Oh, oh, yeah. I'm on Gaspar's boat.
Who is Gaspar?
Costas and Lola's friend. No, no more champagne.
No, talk to me! Who is Costas and Lola?
Look baby, I can hardly hear you.
The connection's horrible.
When are you coming?
I'm going to be there tomorrow morning.
First flight out.
Okay. But you better hurry!
Georgio, no! I'm ticklish!
Wait a minute! Who is Georgio?
- You can't slap my butt like that. - What? No! Put Georgio on the phone!
I want to talk to Georgio!
Hello?
Oh, my God.
So you ran into the midget.
It's better than running over the midget.
And how'd you know?
Look. We cannot talk here.
I didn't know we were talking.
We're not talking.
Well, it looks like we're talking.
Visegrad. Dobran Tunnel, tonight at 9.
Things are heating up.
Why do you keep breaking into my room?
Look, I'm between places right now.
I needed a bath.
So what the hell are you going to do, Simon?
You're broke.
You owe midgets.
I dream about him, Duck.
I dream about catching him.
Wiping that arrogant smile off his face.
My whole fucking situation,
every bad thing that's ever happened to me, stems from that bastard.
I was flying high before that war.
I know.
We were a fucking great team.
The best.
And then it all went to shit.
Finding him would've been so fucking brilliant.
Maybe you should call your source again.
What?
There is no source.
I made up the whole story.
You are un-fucking-believable.
I heard rumors that the Fox was up in Celebici.
I thought if I had a source, it'd push you over to joining me, so...
You know, I must be a fucking idiot.
No, I'm an asshole.
No, all this time, you've been making fun of my life in New York.
Joking about how I'm not the man that I used to be?
Let me share something with you, Simon. You're not the man you used to be, either.
You are far fucking from it.
Dry your dick off and get the fuck outta my room.
Lady, do you...
Look, I'm just trying to change my...
Hello? Hello?
Yes, I made it up.
- Shit, Simon. - We weren't wrong, you know?
Boris, the UN guy, he thought we were right on his trail.
- Yeah, well, he still does. - What do you mean?
I just saw him in the lobby,
and he wants to meet his favorite CIA hit squad
at that burnt-out tunnel in Visegrad tonight.
- He said, "Things are heating up." - He did?
Yes. The whole damn thing is fucking ridiculous.
Why the hell didn't you tell me? We got to get going!
So at what point do we get jumped and killed?
I'm not doing what I'm doing.
I mean, clearly I'm doing this, but I'm not doing this,
because if I was doing this, I could get into a lot of trouble for doing it.
What the fuck, Boris?
Yeah.
She might seem young and beautiful to you,
but she would cut your balls off and sell them as trinkets
if she thinks you're fucking with her. Okay?
Boris?
Who are you talking about?
The person I spoke to about your mission.
Mirjana.
She is going to lead you to the Fox.
Come.
Sit down.
Sit.
I'm no friend of the Muslims.
Right at the start of the war, they got some girls from my school.
Look, it was shitty on all sides, okay?
You don't know shitty until you've been gang-raped for seven hours.
- Where's Boris? - This is not about justice.
I am and always will be a proud Serb.
This is about money.
My father had a system. Made us money.
Then Boghanovic's men took over.
Wanted what we had.
Now they run the petrol and cigarettes coming in from Serbia.
Use that money to protect him.
But they killed my father.
And now we have nothing.
I hate nothing.
You stop them, I get my family business back.
What do we get?
What you came to Bosnia to get.
And how do we do that?
My old boyfriend, he is one of his guards.
Midac.
He is in love with me, calls me every day.
I have no interest in him anymore, but I still talk to him
because I know one day the CIA will come to my home.
- How many guards? - Ten.
- We're just three. - Three of you is thirty of them.
They are fat and lazy and bored out of their minds in the countryside.
And you know exactly where he is?
I can.
Now you give me thousand marks.
A thou... Are you out or your fucking mind?
No. I want goodwill gesture.
My goodwill has disappeared, lady.
I risk everything talking to you.
We just can't.
I need assurance you don't take advantage of me.
If you guys are not serious, forget it.
The Agency has strict rules.
We're not authorized for payments.
Others in the company are, but not us.
Weaker divisions are. Smaller divisions.
You know what we do.
You know who we are.
You know our reputations and our accuracy in achieving our goals around the world.
A single bullet from us can end wars...
or start them.
Now, you're worried about others killing you,
but what you should most be worried about are the three people in this room
and the reputations that they bring with them.
We will do what we need to do to achieve our goals.
Right now, you're standing in the way of us achieving those goals.
You can help us, and you'll no longer be hindering our operation.
You can ignore us, and I cannot guarantee your safety.
The Agency is, I'm afraid to say, completely humorless about these issues.
Okay.
Tomorrow, when he call, I will find out what we all need to know.
Good.
Un-fucking-believable, Benji!
I didn't think you had it in you!
That's the ballsiest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life.
You're a madman.
I think she's just full of shit and trying to play us,
but it's better to find out for sure.
I don't know what we got into here, gentlemen,
but I fucking love it.
You know, when you think about it, the whole thing is fucking ridiculous.
Why?
I could very well be CIA.
You can't even spell CIA.
Every fucking CIA guy I know looks exactly like me.
Yeah, only better-looking.
They certainly do not look like me.
And that is the genius of it.
The CIA would have someone who doesn't look CIA.
That's...
That's exactly what they would do.
- What? - I think we're being followed.
- What? - What do you mean?
What part of "I think we're being followed" do you not understand?
Jesus Christ.
He's right with me every turn.
Who could it be?
- Jesus fucking hell! - We can't stop.
We got to get back to Sarajevo.
Yeah, no shit.
We got one problem.
That right turn I made back there?
We're not heading toward Sarajevo.
- We're heading toward Pale. - Oh, God damn it!
Why? What's Pale?
Just the worst place we possibly could go.
It's where the Fox lived during the war.
- It's just Serb country. - Fucking peachy.
- Fucking hell! - Jesus!
What's your fucking problem!
- Shit! - Okay, okay.
Fucking shit!
Speed up! Speed up! Speed up!
Hold tight! Hold on!
How come every time I'm with you, Simon, I put my life in danger?
Because, my old friend,
putting your life in danger is actual living.
The rest is television.
You need me to remind you of that.
We got to be extra careful.
Don't talk to anyone in the hotel.
- Don't talk on a cell phone. - That won't be a problem.
Trust me, guys, trust me.
We have stepped into something here.
People are worried. People are watching.
Who the fuck is this guy? Who the fuck is that guy listening to us?
Nobody's listening to us!
What, we got to be afraid of the hotel help now?
Trust nobody.
The only person I don't trust is you.
Are you sleeping in my room?
- Yes. - Well, you kids have fun.
Look, Simon.
I mean, I would be lying if I wasn't secretly hoping all this stuff is true.
But we're no closer to finding the Fox than anybody else.
I mean, Boris is a nut.
Mirjana's a con artist.
And that guy following us on the road is just some drunk
or your little midget friend wanting to wrestle.
You were saying?
We got to get outta here.
- Fucking don't move. - Okay, okay, okay!
You wanted to find Fox?
Well, now Fox want to find you.
I'm sorry. I don't know what you're saying, okay?
I'm sorry, I don't understand! I don't speak your language!
I don't know what you're saying! I don't know what you're saying!
Duck! Duck! I don't know what he's saying!
No. No, no, no, no, no.
We are not CIA.
I'm sorry. I don't understand what you're saying.
We are not CIA! We are journalists!
No, we are journalists!
Duck! Duck, what is he saying?
I don't understand what you're saying! We are not CIA!
Don't! Stop it! Stop it! I don't know what you're saying!
Stop it! Stop it!
The truth emerges.
There's been a giant mix-up here.
What mix-up?
We know everything.
Especially when CIA is here.
No, we're not CIA.
We're really not C... Fuck!
For weeks we've been hearing rumors that CIA is here.
The CIA is coming for me.
We hear everything.
We know everything.
This is the thing. We're not CIA.
We're just journalists.
Just journalists. We just came...
We were trying to get an interview with you.
But you tell others that you are CIA.
No! No, no, we didn't. We didn't say anything...
You said to Boris.
No. We didn't. We didn't say that.
He was just really confused.
We're really just journalists.
And we're not here to hurt you.
Srdjan.
No, no, no!
Oh, no, please don't do it!
You can't do it.
- Hello? - You got to be fucking kidding me.
Fox!
Fox went out the back! He's out the back!
Move in!
Guys, move it!
Extraction team 107, this is Firebase Lima. Stand by.
Look, this is a news event.
We are newsmen.
We want off the copter now.
- You ever heard of freedom of the press? - Not in Bosnia, sir, no.
All right. Jazzy, let's start this bird up.
Wait. Where are we going, exactly?
Hey, excuse me. Did you catch him?
That's classified information.
Classified.
Correct. Classified.
So you're saying you didn't catch him?
He was right fucking there!
Just what are you insinuating?
I was an inch... an inch from this guy!
He was there!
We saved your life. That was our mission.
You cut it pretty close, don't you think?
We did our job. Now you guys got to get the hell out of this country.
No. No, I think there's a pretty good story to tell inside this country.
I was nose-to-nose with the most wanted fugitive in the world.
Let me tell you something, Mr. Cunt.
- Hunt. - Mr. Hunt.
You're lucky I haven't already arrested your sorry ass
and thrown you in a dark fucking hole with no fucking exits.
Arrested for what?
Lmpersonating a CIA officer is a serious offense.
Jesus fuck. We never impersonated anyone.
Your friend Boris is on a plane for Uganda where he will now be stationed.
But before he was suddenly transferred to darkest Africa
to never be heard from again,
we confronted him about your little representation.
If I ever hear from you again,
the CIA will be on you like a cheap suit from the Men's Wearhouse.
You'll be arrested, jailed,
and sodomized by a big, dumb, large-cocked Serbian bastard
for the rest of your shitty little lives.
And if you don't care about that, if you like big Serbian cock,
and you still plan on reporting any of this,
then your friend Boris will find himself eaten
by a tiger or lion or a squirrel
or whatever fucking animal we can find in darkest Africa.
And you'll have to live with that.
I assume that I can quote you on the squirrel remark.
Look, Cunt.
The CIA has a bright side, the CIA has a dark side,
and then there's the gray side.
We do the things that people don't need to know about.
It's a part we deny even exists.
It's a part of the CIA that's been working for the last three weeks in Bosnia on the Fox.
And what have you been working on doing, letting him disappear?
Let me ask you a question.
Why do you think the CIA would want to let a war criminal go?
Let me ask you a question.
In five years, why has the CIA,
the Hague, the United Nations, and NATO
not been able to find a guy that we found in just two days
if you actually wanted to find him?
We're giving you a one-way ticket home.
I suggest you use it.
We're not saving your asses again.
From this moment on, the story's being written by others.
The Americans, yeah, they brokered the peace agreement,
but some would suggest they made a secret deal with the Fox,
that if he stepped down from power they would not arrest him for war crimes.
You ever flown in one of these puppies before?
You won't have feeling in your ass for a week.
- Great. - It's nice they packed for us.
So what are you going to do?
I don't know. Go to Greece with Duck.
Share some moussaka with him and his girlfriend.
Duck?
What is it?
They sent Boris out of this country
because he was actually trying to catch the Fox.
They're sending us away because we found him.
No, he found us. We're lucky we still have our heads.
No, it's like no one in a position of power in this place
even wants to try and catch that bastard.
And that's just wrong.
Yeah.
What are you saying?
I'm saying we can't leave.
I think I just wet myself.
All right.
Yeah.
Yeah, let's go get this bastard.
Okay, gentlemen, load 'em up. We're ready to go.
Prepare plane for taxi.
All right, um, what's the plan?
Run.
Run? That's your plan?
Yeah. Run.
As a kid I never dreamed
about being an action hero.
But, as Boris said, in dirty times, dirty deeds need to be done.
The rest of the story, I guess, is urban legend.
I'd tell you it was true, but you'd never believe me anyway.
Mirjana did find out where the Fox was hiding,
and that gave us the idea of how the three of us could catch him.
You see, you can't go hunting with ten bodyguards.
It's too noisy.
It scares off the animals.
Doctor?
Where is the rest of your team?
There ain't no team, you motherfucker.
It's just us.
I get you $5 million.
United States currency.
Take it. It's yours.
We get $5 million just for turning you in.
You turn me in, and then what?
They are more afraid of me than I am of them.
You do not have the balls to kill me.
And you do not have the balls to take my money.
And you do not have the balls
to see what the international community
will do or not do to me.
You have nothing.
That's why we've got to change the rules.
If the power comes back on, it still doesn't mean you can leave.
I'm never leaving.
I'll have myself surgically attached to you.
This was Marda's town.
It's one of the few places Muslims came back to.
They'll know best what to do with him.
Let me borrow 50 bucks.
What? We just left $5 million tied to the side of the road.
You want to borrow 50 bucks?
Actually, make it a hundred.
You know, when all this hits,
it's going to be a shit-storm of international denial and cover-ups.
Maybe you could talk to your father, get me that gig to report it.
Then I can pay you back.
All right.
So what are you going to do?
You going to stay and cover it?
Are you?
I got the cushy gig in New York.
The girl in Greece.
The story...
The story's going to be right here.
Just play something decent on this, will you?
For once?
Simon, you're the only man I know who would borrow money
to repay a debt that you took to repay a debt.
And that's why you love me.
That's why I love you.