[machine gun fire]
[machine gun fire continuing]
There are over 550 million firearms
in worldwide circulation.
That's one firearm for every 12 people on the planet.
The only question is...
how do we arm the other 11?
["For What It's Worth" playing]
[men shouting indistinctly]
 There's something happening here 
 What it is ain't exactly clear 
 There's a man with a gun over there 
 Telling me I got to beware 
 I think it's time we stop, children 
 What's that sound? 
 Everybody look what's going down 
 There's battle lines being drawn 
 Nobody's right 
 If everybody's wrong 
 Young people speaking their minds 
 Getting so much resistance from behind 
 I think it's time we stop hey, what's that sound? 
 Everybody look what's going down 
-  What a field day for the heat  -  Ooh-ooh 
 A thousand people in the street 
 Singing songs and a-carrying signs 
 Mostly say, hooray for our side 
 It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound? 
 Everybody look what's going down 
(clamoring)
 Paranoia strikes deep 
 Into your life it will creep 
 It starts when you're always afraid 
 You step out of line, the man come and take you away 
 We better stop, children, what's that sound? 
 Everybody look what's going down 
 There's battle lines being drawn 
 Nobody's right 
 If everybody's wrong 
 Young people speaking their minds 
 Getting so much resistance from behind 
 It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound? 
 Everybody look what's going down. 
Man: You don't have to worry.
I'm not gonna tell you a pack of lies to make me look good.
I'm just gonna tell you what happened.
- My name is Yuri Orlov. - ("America the Beautiful" playing]
When I was a boy, my family came to America,
but not all the way.
Like most Ukrainians, we congregated in Brighton Beach.
It reminded us of the Black Sea.
I soon realized we just swapped one hell for another.
Even in hell,
an angel sometimes makes an appearance.
I'd worshipped Ava Fontaine since I was 10 years old.
Of course, she didn't know I existed.
I was starting to think she had a point.
For the first 20-odd years of my life,
Little Odessa was to me what it is to the Q train.
The end of the line.
Oh, I did lie about my name.
It's not really Yuri Orlov.
There have been few occasions in the 20th Century
when it's been an advantage to be a Jew.
But in the '70s to escape the Soviet Union,
our family pretended to be Jewish.
Little about my life has been kosher ever since.
How's it going, brother?
It's not.
Yuri: That's Vitaly, my younger brother.
He was a lost as me. He just didn't know it yet.
Yuri, you're late.
My father took his assumed identity to heart.
He was more Jewish than most Jews,
which drove my Catholic mother crazy.
How many times? I can't eat shellfish.
- It's trayf. - You're not Jewish.
I like it.
I like the hat...
to remind us there is something above us.
I like that.
- I'm going to temple. - You're not going to temple.
You go to temple more than the rabbi.
(speaking Russian)
Yuri, don't forget to check the specials
at the Palace.
Yuri: Growing up in Little Odessa,
murder was an everyday part of life.
Russian mobsters had also migrated from the Soviet Union.
And when they came to America, their baggage came with them.
There was always some gangster getting whacked in my neighborhood.
But I'd never seen it with my own eyes.
I had this knack of showing up five minutes before something went down,
or five minutes after.
Not that day.
It hit me.
It couldn't have hit me harder if I was the one who'd been shot.
You go into the restaurant business because people are always
going to have to eat.
That was the day I realized my destiny lay in fulfilling another basic human need.
The next Sabbath, I went to temple with my father.
However, it wasn't God I was trying to get close to.
Eli, my oldest son Yuri.
My contact at synagogue
landed me my first Israeli-made Uzi submachine guns.
The first time you sell a gun is a lot like the first time you have sex.
You have absolutely no idea what you're doing.
But it is exciting, and one way or another,
it's over way too fast.
Gentlemen, the new Uzi machine pistol...
big firepower in a small package.
This little baby uses 9mm hollowpoints,
2025-round extendable mags,
rear-flip adjustable sights.
Silencer comes standard. Excellent recoil reduction.
Muzzle jump reduced 40%, 60% improved noise suppression.
You could pump a mag into me right now
and never wake the guy in the next room.
Of course that would eliminate your opportunity for repeat business.
Yuri: I did have a natural instinct for smuggling contraband.
Fortunately, back then a video camera was as big as a bazooka.
Here, I'd been running away from violence my whole life,
and I should have been running towards it.
It's in our nature.
The earliest human skeletons had spearheads in their ribcages.
 All right 
 He was a young American 
 Young American, young American 
 He was a young American... 
Where have you been? What if we had a customer?
God bless America.
- Mm, mm-hmm. (gags) - Yeah?
(speaks Russian)
"Beware of the dog"?
You don't have a dog. Are you trying to scare people?
No, it's to scare me.
Remind me to be aware of the dog in me.
The dog that wants to fuck everything that moves,
wants to fight and kill weaker dogs.
I guess it's to remind me to be more human.
Isn't being a dog part of being human?
What if that's the best part of you, the dog part?
What if you're really just a two-legged dog?
You need to see somebody.
It stinks in here.
Yuri: I'd always wanted to do something big with my life.
I just didn't know what.
Anyhow, I figured if I was going into the gun trade,
I was going to aim high.
Vitaly, stop fucking around. I want to talk to you.
You read the newspapers, V?
The newspaper?
It's always the same.
You're right. Every day there's people shooting each other.
You know what I do when I see that?
I look to see what guns they're using,
and I think to myself, why not my guns?
What, you opening a gun shop?
Already more of those in America than McDonald's.
Even with all the gangsters around here,
the margins are too low.
- You've worked out the margins? - Sure.
Forget gang wars.
The real money's in actual wars between countries.
Yuri, what the fuck do you know about guns?
I know which end I'd rather be on.
I made the first sale. We're already in business.
Whoa. We?
I need a partner.
I don't know.
Uh, I don't know, Yuri. I don't know.
Vitaly, I've tasted your borscht. You're no fucking chef.
I can eat in the restaurant for free, and I still don't eat there.
Fuck you.
We're doing nothing with our lives.
I mean, this is shit. This is shit.
That's true.
But maybe doing nothing's better than doing this.
I need you.
(speaking Russian)
["Ride of the Valkyries" playing]
Sir, sir, may I interest you in the shoulder-fired SA-7
surface-to-air missile? It's the older Chinese model.
Not so effective against modern military aircraft,
but deadly if used against a commercial airliner.
Giving them away at 850.
Yuri: It was the '80s, and the Cold War was far from thawed.
Most of the deals were government to government.
It was a mostly private club with a lifetime club president.
- That's him. - Who, the big shot?
Simeon Weisz.
Angola, Mozambique, those Exocet missiles in the Falklands.
He was selling guns before there was gunpowder.
I'll be right back.
Mr. Weisz. Mr. Weisz.
It's okay. They're talking.
- May I help? - Yes, a mutual friend, Eli Kurtzman,
from Brighton Beach, import, exports, said to contact you.
I have a business proposal,
and I thought perhaps we could discuss it.
I don't think you and I are in the same business.
You think I just sell guns, don't you?
I don't. I take sides.
But in the Iran-Iraq war, you sold guns to both sides.
Did you ever consider that I wanted both sides to lose?
Bullets change governments far surer than votes.
You're in the wrong place, my young friend.
This is no place for amateurs.
Yuri: Curious how you always revert to your native tongue in moments
- of extreme anger and ecstasy. - (heavy breathing]
- Oh, you are beautiful. - (TV playing]
What's your name again?
(man on TV speaking foreign language)
Yuri: The only option for Vitaly and me
was under the counter gun running.
I got my first break in Lebanon after the suicide bombing.
But I wasn't the only local kid making good.
When the United States leaves a war zone,
they generally don't take their munitions.
It costs more to bring it back than to buy new stock.
So we sell by the kilo.
They're secondhand weapons, but they're still okay.
How many kilos would you like?
- 5,000. - Yuri: I had a flair for languages.
But I soon discovered that what talks best is dollars,
dinars, drachmas, rubles, rupees and pounds fucking sterling.
Of course, the US Army got a piece of the action.
Army salaries were no better in the '80s than they are today.
And some of the brass, like Lieutenant Colonel Southern
needed to raise money for their own private wars.
Good to make your acquaintance.
This is bullshit money, V. This is small fucking potatoes.
What do you want to go, go more legit?
No, more illegal.
What I would give right now for a plate of cabbage and potatoes.
[machine gun fire]
It's not our fight.
V, come on.
Let's go. Come on.
Yuri: Selling guns is like selling vacuum cleaners.
You make calls, pound the pavement, take orders.
I was an equal opportunity merchant of death.
I supplied every army but the Salvation Army.
I sold Israeli-made Uzis to Muslims.
I sold communist-made bullets to fascists.
(speaking Chinese)
I even shipped cargo to Afghanistan
when they were fighting my fellow Soviets.
I never sold to Osama bin Laden.
Not on any moral grounds. Back then he was always bouncing checks.
[machine gun fire]
By the mid '80s, my weapons were represented
in eight of the world's top 10 war zones.
[cash register chiming]
There's no problem leading a double life.
It's the triple and quadruples lives that get you in the end.
Back then I carried a French, British, Israeli
and Ukrainian passport and a student visa for the US.
But that's another story. I also packed six different briefcases,
depending on who I was that day and the region
of the world I was visiting.
Without operations like mine,
it would be impossible for certain countries
to conduct a respectable war.
I was able to navigate around those inconvenient little arms embargoes.
There are three basic types of arms deal.
White being legal, black being illegal
and my personal favorite color gray.
Sometimes I made the deals so convoluted,
it was hard for me to work out if they were on the level.
To keep authorities in the dark, I often spoke in code.
Rocket launchers were "mothers," the rockets... "children."
The AK-47 assault rifle was the "angel king."
It's Yuri.
Yeah, well, yeah, Raoul...
Raoul, the angel king will arrive tomorrow.
Hallelujah to you too. All right.
The point is if I've done my job right,
an arms embargo should be practically impossible
- to enforce. - (telephone rings)
What? Okay, just slow the fuck down.
I can't understand you. What?
What do you mean tipped off? They know where we are?
Well, where are they? Well, how long have I got?
Not long, what does that mean? Shit.
- Do we try to lose them? - On this?
- Yuri, we have to get off this thing. - No, no one's going anywhere. Slow.
Dead slow. Buy me time.
Yeah, it's Yuri. Get that fucking rag down!
I need another handle for this tub.
Something in our weight class.
You, over the side. We're changing the name. Now!
Yes, it's gotta check out.
Yuri: The way I look at it. What's in a name?
Have you got a shorter name?
I'd often change the registration of the ship or a plane.
But never at such short notice.
Damn, they're hauling.
What? "Kono." How do you spell that? K-o-n-o.
Okay, well, that's good. Kono.
K-o-n-o.
What are we flying? Dutch. Got it.
V, get me a Dutch flag, would you?
Faster or I'll send your ass in!
Yuri, I don't have Dutch.
- What? - I've got Belgium.
What the fuck use is that? He's painting a name
registered in the fucking Netherlands.
- I've got a French flag. - So?
Turn it sideways...
it's Dutch. (laughs)
That's why you're my brother.
All right, good. Everybody look innocent now.
Yuri: They say every man has his price.
But not every man gets it.
Interpol agent Jack Valentine couldn't be bought,
at least not with money.
For Jack, glory was the prize.
Yeah, it's the Kono. It's not the Kristol.
Kono. K-o-n-o.
- It's clean, sir. - It's clean?
Sure doesn't look clean.
I'm gonna go aboard.
Phone in a sighting of the Kristol south of Aruba.
Yuri: Even when I was up against an overzealous agent,
I had a number of methods for discouraging a search.
I routinely mislabeled my arms shipments "farm machinery."
And I have yet to meet the lowly paid customs official
who will open a container marked "radioactive waste"
to verify its contents,
but my personal favorite is the unique combination
of week-old potatoes and tropical heat.
(insects buzzing)
It smells.
Sir, sighting of the Kristol due north.
Most importantly, I kept a number of intelligence people
on the payroll to supply their colleagues
with counterintelligence.
Let's go.
The second rule of gun-running is always ensure
you have a foolproof way to get paid.
Preferably in advance, ideally to an offshore account.
That's why I chose my customers so carefully.
Say what you like about warlords and dictators.
They tend to have a highly developed sense of order.
They always pay their bills on time.
(speaking Spanish)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...
What the fuck are you doing?
- Fuck you! - Fuck you!
(screams) No, V.
Shit.
The first and most important rule of gunrunning
is never get shot with your own merchandise.
You okay?
I think so.
- So what do we do now? - Let's celebrate.
 If you wanna hang out, you've got to take her out 
 Cocaine 
-  If you wanna get down  - God.
 Down on the ground 
 Cocaine... 
That narco-guerilla had his facts right.
After shipping it stateside, the return on that blow
netted me a healthy profit.
It would have been better, except one kilo never made it back.
Vitaly.
Vit.
To this day, I don't know what Vitaly was running away from.
Maybe just from Vitaly.
I found him 12 days, 2,000 miles
and 150 grams later in a Bolivian boarding house.
Of course, my dream girl had gotten there before me.
 Cocaine... 
V.
 If your thing is gone and you wanna ride on 
 Cocaine... 
- Come on. -  Don't forget this fact 
 You can't get it back 
 Cocaine 
 She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie 
 Cocaine 
Yuri. It's my brother Yuri.
He's my big brother.
What the fuck is that?
Ukraine. I was young.
But I remember. Look.
I start in Odessa, right?
And then I work my way to the Crimean.
You're gonna be dead before you fucking reach Kiev.
- Come on, we're going home. - You fuck!
You fucking fuck! You fucking fuck!
What the fuck is your problem?
(snorting)
Come on, Vit.
It's so nice to be home.
Yeah, we're... we're gonna get you home.
Come on.
(sighs) Get out of the car.
Vitaly, I need you to get out of the car.
I promised our parents.
Please.
Vitaly, you're gonna have a great time. This is a top place.
Two Ford models checked in last week.
And that cute weathergirl's been here since July.
Please, please.
Please, Yuri.
(snorting)
You're a good brother.
- Okay. - You're a good brother, Yuri.
- Okay, all right. - Good brother.
All right, get out of the car. Okay.
Get out of the car.
Yuri: From then on, I was a one-man operation.
I never understood what separated the recreational drug user
from the habitual, but for the grace of God,
it could have been me snorting lines as long as the Belt Parkway.
However, I wasn't entirely free of the grip of addiction myself.
There she was again.
Ava Fontaine.
In my neighborhood, they say "The good get out."
In our own ways, we both conquered the world.
[woman singing in French]
You can't force someone to fall in love with you.
But you can definitely improve your odds.
It cost me 20 grand to book her for a fake photo shoot.
Another 12 to buy out the hotel.
It's a popular hotel, huh?
- Ava Fontaine. - Yuri Orlov.
What brings you to St. Bart's?
Photo shoot. At least that was the plan.
Guess the photographer got stuck in Miami.
Hurricane, though there's nothing on the news.
Those things can come out of nowhere.
So, the job's been canceled,
and wouldn't you know it, there's no flight back to New York until Tuesday.
You can hitch a ride with me if you like. I'm leaving tomorrow.
Meanwhile, why don't I take your picture?
Yuri: In my experience, some of the most successful relationships
are based on lies and deceit.
Since that's where they usually end up anyway,
it's a logical place to start.
Right there. Right there. Hold it.
Oh my God!
Yuri: I nearly went broke trying to convince her I was anything but.
I knew Ava was not the kind of woman to be seduced
by a ride in a private jet unless you owned the jet.
This is your plane?
That is my name.
Yuri: Of course I was lying.
The plane was a rental like the car and even the suit I was standing in.
At the last minute I bribed the crew for the paint job.
Luckily by the time we landed
Ava wasn't looking anywhere but in my eyes.
I had no idea.
I'm sorry I didn't recognize you.
Don't apologize. I put clothes on for a living.
Well at least you're not taking them off.
I would be if half the photographers had their way.
What about you?
I'm in transport.
International air freight mostly.
Business is good.
Where are you from?
I was born in Ukraine but I grew up in Brooklyn.
- No. - What, you too?
Williamsburg.
Well, here's to a hurricane.
Without it I never would have met you.
This is no accident, is it, Yuri?
It feels like fate.
I don't believe in fate.
What do you believe in?
Is that a view or is that a view?
That's a view.
[people applauding]
Thank you. Thank you all.
- Mazel tov. - Congratulations.
Thanks.
Always remember, son, there's something above you.
Sure, Dad. A $40,000 crystal chandelier.
(laughs)
Make yourselves at home.
Go. Go!
I'm sorry. Today must be tough.
Be nice to have a couple more guests from my side of the family.
I'm sure they're watching right now.
Thank you.
But you don't believe that, Yuri.
Remember?
I know you, Yuri.
I know you're not everything you seem.
Don't worry. I won't ask a lot of questions.
I don't want to hear you lie.
You take risks.
Just...
promise me you won't risk us.
Yuri: That's the trouble with falling in love with a dream girl.
They have a habit of becoming real.
I've never been so glad to see Vitaly.
- So fucking beautiful! - Oh!
Brother, brother, thank you so much
for giving me such a beautiful sister.
Yuri: He was out of rehab and out of his mind.
Dance! Dance! Dance! We have to dance!
- All right. - It's a wedding. A celebration. To Yuri!
Yuri: But for once, he rescued me.
I was still living way beyond my means.
Mortgaged to the hilt, using one credit card to pay off another.
Anything to keep Ava in the style to which she had,
thanks largely to me, become accustomed.
Ava! Ava this is too much.
Yuri likes to spoil you.
Yuri: Then suddenly all my Christmases came at once.
Nicki, you did it! Good boy!
Ha ha! That's my grandson!
Yuri, don't you want to see what your son is doing?
Yuri: Whoever said it's better to give than receive
never got a Christmas present like the one I got
in 1991 from Mikhail Gorbachev.
- What the hell's the matter? - It's over! It's over!
- What's over? - The Cold-fucking-War!
The Soviet-fucking-Union! The evil fucking empire.
Mikhail's saying "no mas." He's throwing in the towel.
It's over!
- Your son is walking. - That's incredible, honey.
At least there'll be religious freedom.
Let's hope so.
I think I'll go back for a visit.
Do you stay in touch with Uncle Dmitri?
I'm not a fool, Yuri.
I don't think you're going just to sell Pepsi-Cola.
Is this how you want to be remembered?
(laughs)
I don't want to be remembered at all.
If I'm being remembered it means I'm dead.
Merry fucking Christmas! (laughing)
Who is this, Vitaly?
- I'm Angel. - Her name really is Angel.
She's a fairy.
Let's put her on top of the Christmas tree.
- Vitaly: I love you! - Come on.
- I love you all. - (Nicki crying)
Take this.
I'm going back to Ukraine.
I miss Odessa.
(inhales)
- I miss you. - I miss you.
Be careful, Yuri. Those things you sell kill.
Inside.
You're high.
Well, that's true.
Hello, Christian.
["Soviet National Anthem" playing]
Yuri: During the Cold War the Red Army stationed
nearly one million troops in Ukraine
because of it's strategic military importance.
The day after The Wall came down the paychecks stopped coming.
(speaking Russian)
There's nothing better for an arms dealer
than the combination of disgruntled soldiers
and warehouses full of weapons.
I was hoping Major General Dmitri Volkoff
would open a lot of armory doors in lots of military bases.
For a start, he was family.
He was a highly decorated hero of the Red Army
and he was almost permanently shit-faced.
I can't just sell you government property, Yuri.
I have to report.
Report to who? Moscow?
As of last week Moscow's in a foreign country.
New flag, new boss.
There is no new boss yet.
They're all too busy squabbling over who's gonna get
the presidential holiday home at the Black Sea.
It's beautiful.
The ones who know don't care anymore and the ones who care don't know.
Show me your inventory.
Yuri: Those 45 years of mutual hatred
between the East and the West had generated
the highest weapons buildup in history.
The Soviets had guns coming out of the demon hole.
Huge stockpiles, and now no enemy.
How many Kalashnikovs do you have?
40,000.
Is that a four?
Doesn't look like a four to me. Looks more like a one.
No, it's a four.
It's whatever we say it is because no one else will know the difference.
10,000 Kalashnikovs for a battalion.
Your stocks are dangerously depleted, Dmitri.
You should order more from the factory.
Someone will work it out.
What happens then?
We'll cut them in.
Yuri: The end of the Cold War was the beginning
of the hottest time in arms dealing.
The arms bazaar was open.
Guided missiles, unguided missiles,
mortars, mines, armored personnel carriers.
Whole tank divisions.
I even landed a squadron of helicopter gunships...
the most sophisticated fighting machines,
built for a war with America that never happened.
Thanks to me, they'd finally get to fire a shot in anger.
I have a feeling it wasn't exactly what comrade Lenin
had in mind when he advocated the redistribution of wealth.
But I wasn't the only one offering a crash course in capitalism.
I had rivals.
Inform your commanding officer that Simeon Weisz is here to meet him.
You don't know who I am, do you?
You're late.
So it appears.
(speaks Russian)
(imitates gunshot)
You look a little lost, Simeon. Is the world changing too fast?
I'm here, aren't I?
Not all of you, I think.
You've gotten so rich selling for the CIA
you can't seem to get that ideology completely out of your head.
Oh, the Cold War had its uses.
Kept attentions frozen.
Now it's harder to determine
which side one's on.
Things have become more complicated.
No, it's gotten simpler.
There's no place in gunrunning for politics anymore, Simeon.
I sell to leftists and rightists.
I'd sell to pacifists but they're not the most regular of customers.
Of course you're not a true internationalist
until you've supplied weapons to kill your own countrymen.
This current state of chaos won't last forever.
There'll have to be order.
Instead of cutting each other's throats,
it may be beneficial if we work together. What do you think?
What do I think?
I think you're the amateur now.
I think you should go with your instincts.
With your first instinct.
I'm the same man who was not good enough for you before
and I'm just not good enough for you now.
The problem with gunrunners going to war...
is that there's no shortage of ammunition.
Yuri: This was the chaos that the Old Guard had always feared.
As far as they were concerned I was giving arms dealers a bad name.
But then they could hardly report me to the Better Business Bureau.
And Ukraine wasn't the only former state
with an unpaid army and stockpiles of guns.
There was Bulgaria, Hungary,
Poland, Belarus,
all there for the taking.
Of all the weapons in the vast Soviet arsenal
nothing was more profitable than Avtomat Kalashnikova,
model of 1947
more commonly known as the AK-47 or Kalashnikov.
It's the world's most popular assault rife.
A weapon all fighters love.
An elegantly simple 9 lb. Amalgamation
of forged steel and plywood.
It doesn't break, jam, or overheat.
It will shoot whether it's covered in mud or filled with sand.
It's so easy even a child can use it, and they do.
The Soviets put the gun on a coin.
Mozambique put it on their flag.
Since the end of the Cold War the Kalashnikov has become
the Russian people's greatest export.
After that comes vodka, caviar and suicidal novelists.
One thing's for sure.
No one was lining up to buy their cars.
I thought you were supposed to be watching out for these people.
How can I? You keep selling my helicopters.
You are too greedy, Yuri.
I can't hold him forever.
- I've got paperwork. - Not for the gunships.
You know the penalty for sanction-busting.
Selling the military helicopter is a major violation.
Military helicopter.
It's not a military helicopter.
It's a rescue helicopter.
Get to work, son.
The law is on our side.
All right, let me see your papers.
No, no, put that away. Let's see your papers.
- Yuri Orlov. - Mr. Orlov.
Always in the wrong place at the right time.
We've met before. Off the coast of Columbia.
What was the name of that freighter? I can't remember.
Was it Kono or the Kristol?
The crew called that vessel a lot of names,
none of them repeatable in polite company.
- Answer the question. - The new MP-5.
Would you like a silencer for that?
I need to see your papers.
Dmitri!
The end-user certificate for this aircraft
states "Burkina Faso."
Nice. Very nice. Did you type this up yourself?
The helicopter is to be used on humanitarian missions.
- Oh, so you're a humanitarian? - Oh, absolutely.
(laughs) This is a military aircraft.
- Not anymore. - Listen to the nephew.
What can they do with military hardware but convert it to civilian use?
The only way you could die from this baby now is if a food drop hits you.
And this stuff over here? Is that going to Burkina Faso as well?
Ah, but to a different client at a different address.
Just a coincidence, is that it? Do you take me for a complete fucking fool?
Not complete, sir. And while I hesitate to tell you your job,
I must point out that when shipped separately
the weapons and the aircraft both comply
with the current Interpol trade standards and practices.
We both know that is an obscene bureaucratic loophole
that's gonna be closed any goddamn day.
But it's not closed.
And while certain people might interpret this cargo as suspicious,
thank God we live in a world where suspicion alone does not constitute crime.
And where men like you respect the rule of law.
Yuri: I was as guilty as sin, but Valentine couldn't prove it.
And he was the rarest breed of law enforcement officer.
The type who knew I was breaking the law
but wouldn't break it himself to bust me.
Valentine wasn't the only one trying to put me out of business.
My uncle had turned down a half dozen rival arms dealers.
Sometimes with offers better than mine.
But to Dmitri, you couldn't put a price on loyalty.
- What was he doing here? - He is hoping to beat your offer.
I told him to go have intercourse with himself.
- But Yuri... - You need to make more payoffs.
- Too many know. - Don't worry.
There are more VCRs, cigarettes. I left them in your new car.
Even your enemy was admiring that car.
(laughing) I am the luckiest man alive.
You are.
[phone ringing]
- Hello? - Ava?
Hi, baby.
You forget what time it is?
I'm sorry, I...
how was that... your audition?
They're going in another direction.
Direction of someone who can act.
They don't deserve you.
Where are you? Is everything okay?
It was a rough day at the office.
- Come home. - Soon.
- How's Nicki? - He misses you.
We both do.
It's lonely without you here.
You know I don't like nights.
Ever since my parents.
[gunfire]
Yuri, what's that?
A party. I better go.
Just wanted to call and hear your voice.
- Kiss Nicki for me. - I love you.
[dial tone]
Yuri: The pillaging didn't die with my uncle.
After The Wall came down $32 billion dollars
worth of arms were stolen and resold from Ukraine alone.
One of the greatest heists of the 20th century.
The primary market was Africa.
11 major conflicts involving 32 countries
in less than a decade. A gunrunner's wet dream.
At the time, the West couldn't care less.
They had a white war in what was left of Yugoslavia.
I did the bulk of my business in Liberia.
"Land of the Free."
Originally established as a homeland for freed American slaves,
it's been enslaved by one dictator or another ever since.
The latest was American-educated self-declared president
Andre Baptiste.
- Mr. Yuri! - (engine revs]
I'm Andre Baptiste Jr.
My father would like to meet you.
What an honor.
Thank him, but unfortunately I have other business.
It's a shame. It's a very busy schedule.
(laughing)
It is not...
as they say, optional.
My father is easily offended.
My schedule just freed up.
Whoo!
Yuri: President Baptiste was my best customer
but I was in no hurry to meet him.
He's gotten a reputation for routinely hacking off the limbs
of those who opposed him.
His seven-year civil war has been described as
a relentless campaign of sadistic wanton violence.
That kind of sums up Andy for me.
(engine revs)
The Glock is interesting.
It's made of a polymer composite.
Many of my clients feel they can get through airport security
without setting off a lot of bells and whistles.
Personally, I do not recommend that.
On the other hand, if you are looking for a traditional wheel gun,
there is no substitute for the six inches of muzzle energy
of the.357 Magnum. And of course, it will never jam.
Why'd you do that?!
What did you say?
Well now you're gonna have to buy it. It's a used gun.
(cocking guns)
How can I sell a used gun?
(chuckles) A used gun.
That's a good one. (laughs)
You know, there is no discipline with the youth today.
I try to set an example but it is difficult.
Personally, I blame MTV.
[distant gunfire]
A used gun.
(laughs)
I think you and I,
we can do business.
Yuri: If I thought I was scared of Andre Sr.,
I knew I was scared of Andre Jr.
Like father like son.
The guava doesn't fall too far from the tree.
He was also a cannibal.
They say Andre would eat a victim's heart while it was still beating
to give him superhuman strength.
(gunfire)
Monrovia itself was like being on another planet.
Planet Monrovia.
From the temperature, it was obviously a planet close to the sun.
I rarely saw another white man and I never left town alone.
Outside town was the edge of hell.
I didn't want to even gaze into it.
Andre Jr.: This is your hotel.
Two stars.
Can you bring me the gun of Rambo?
Part one, two or three?
- I've only seen part one. - The M-60.
Would you like the armor piercing bullets?
Please.
My father left a welcoming present in your room.
Enjoy.
(laughs)
[gunfire]
[man speaking French on TV]
My God, she nearly got her head cut off.
When I get to America, I will not live in Brentwood.
Second floor.
Yuri: In the most AIDS infested region of the globe,
where one in four is infected,
Andre's idea of a joke was to put a young Iman
and a young Naomi in my bed
and no condom within 100 miles.
 Yes 
 Give me a reason to love you... 
(clears throat)
 Give me a reason... 
Hello, Mr. Yuri.
Hi.
We'd be happy to make you happy.
Uh...
I can't.
I'd love to, but I can't.
Don't worry. We don't have anything.
Oh.
How do you know?
Do we look like it?
What if I have AIDS? Don't you worry?
- (distant gunfire] - (laughs)
You worry too much.
Why do you worry about something that can kill you in 10 years
when there's so many things
that can kill you today?
Now...
how can we make you happy?
 Give me a reason to love you... 
- By leaving. - (music stops)
(exhales)
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]
(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]