I was in the killing game, and I traveled alone.
Always alone.
One of the benefits of traveling alone is that you can stay inconspicuous.
That is a necessity in this line of work.
But here I am in Bucharest...
...a black man trying to be inconspicuous.
This is my last job. Every job is my last job.
And for this one, I'm creating a whole new persona.
Okay, we'll do the checks.
I have to go, I have business.
- Griffith. - Dimitru.
Chaperones on our first date, Dimi?
- God, makes me want... - He's clean.
...to stab the next fucking cowboy that sings that crap.
God makes you wanna stab them?
No, I want to stab them.
Griff, we do this deal, then please get me the fuck out of here...
...back to New York before I go insane.
Whatever makes you happy, sugar.
- So where are we going? - To a football match.
- What football game? - What football game?
That football game.
I like this.
Dimi, soccer's such a sexy game.
I love all that kicking and screaming.
Six hundred AK-47 s is a lot of business for a first buyer.
What, are you having a crisis of conscience?
That would not be possible.
Look, I came to buy guns.
If I'm buying, good. If I'm not, I'm leaving.
- No? Toodle-loo. - Okay. Okay.
They're light. Where are the rest of them?
Transfer the money and we will deliver the goods.
I'll transfer the money straight to your account...
...when you give me the rest of them.
It will be there quick, clean, safe.
Like Dimitru's sex life.
Look, I came to make a deal. We making a deal? We have a deal?
Griff, you should trust us.
Dimi, I trust you, of course.
But this is business.
- He's a fucking cop. - Who?
No, no, no. I'm not a cop.
Get your hands off of me. Get your hands off.
Dimitru, what are you doing? I'm not a fucking cop.
No time for more lies. I know what you are.
How many of you are out there?
What the fuck is wrong with you? You smoking crack or something?
Fuck, that blow is going to your head. I'm not a fucking cop.
Oh, my good friend, Griff, are you worried for me?
- How many? - Dimitru, I'm not a cop.
I don't know what you're talking about.
- Fuck. - Fucking crazy.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
- Get ready to move. - This is about to get really funny.
And cut his throat.
Dimitru.
Smoke?
You thought I was sweet, didn't you?
Thought I had sugar all in my shoes, didn't you?
Oh, boy.
So who was the man on the phone?
Your mother.
She wants me to come over again tonight and fist-fuck her.
You know what's gonna happen, don't you?
Yeah. My big-ass lawyer is going to come and shit down your neck.
Bucharest jail.
Life sentence for gunrunning.
Pretty girl like you, you're gonna be the belle of the ball.
Have a couple of tits tattooed on your back...
...before you know what day of the week it is.
Hell of a hole to get dropped in.
You'll see.
Or you won't see...
...when they pull your eyes out.
You're a fucking dead man, Griffith.
Come out with your hands in the air.
Good, good, good.
Like all Romanians, we have passion, and great passion for the game...
...but my team plays with a will of steel.
This is what makes good team.
You know, for a journalist, you have very beautiful eyes.
- You're fucking insane, coming here. - Where is it?
You want it to be in Washington, D.C. It'll be there.
You have 10 million of our dollars...
...and soon you'll make another 100 million.
So if you don't deliver the device as promised...
...you and your family will be forfeit.
You think I'm afraid to die?
The Turks called him Kaziglu Bey, the "lmpaler Prince."
He slaughtered 20,000 in one day.
Skewered them for refusing to bow in his presence.
- You have to admire that man. - Just say yes, you'll deliver.
The son of devil.
It's a good name, don't you think?
Send him back like that. Now they know I am serious.
Katya, Orlov, come here, listen.
Today was a hard day.
I killed four people.
My resume reads like a graveyard...
...and it's still a work in progress.
Sonni Griffith.
Do you have any idea what kind of sentence...
...gunrunning and multiple murder carry...
...in the sovereign state of Romania?
- No cocoa at bedtime. - Give us a minute, will you?
Come on, play nice, Griff.
I'm putting my ass on the line for you here...
...otherwise you'll get shafted in yours.
Which would you prefer?
Well, buy me a drink and we can negotiate.
What are you doing here?
You're under indictment in the U.S. For a suspicious death...
...you got a court case in two days.
If you miss that, you'll be considered a fugitive.
But here you are, killing Romanian gangsters at a national soccer event.
How's Sophia?
She's fine, thank you.
What are you doing here, Griff?
I thought you were getting a job at Washington. What happened?
I got a good job. I got a great office in Berlin.
I'm in charge of tracking terrorist funding for Eastern Europe.
And suddenly I hear a Sonni Griffith is arrested...
...at the Romanian semifinal cup match...
...and I think, "Who could this be?"
I figured you could do with some help.
There's more than money flowing around here.
- Hear anything about a loose razor? - Yeah, I heard a rumor.
Well, it's more than a rumor. Officially it's a whisper.
I want my lawyer.
Dimitru llinca.
I've been sitting on him for weeks.
He's into everything. Clubs, girls, coke.
Wannabe Eurotrash with a whole lot of fuck-you money to throw around.
Heard he was a bigtime dealer, so I stepped to him...
...told him I wanted 600 Kalashnikovs...
...guy didn't even bat an eyelid.
About to get into something a little bit bigger and then things got messy.
Yeah, I noticed. That's what the CIA does.
Homeland security are supposed to stay at home.
Somebody knew I was coming.
So, what are you saying? You got nothing?
Got nothing to be excited about.
What are you under indictment for now?
What do you mean, "now"?
Look, bad guy dies.
You need a fall guy.
Griff, is this becoming a habit?
You know, don't even try that, man. You know that's not true.
They tried to kill me.
All of them tried to kill me.
- Mr. Flint, Michael Shepard. - I know who you are, Agent Shepard.
And you came all this way. How efficient.
Well, since you are here, would you be so kind...
...as to meet me at my office, let's say in five minutes, and explain to me...
...why non-CIA personnel are killing suspects...
...and interrogating and burning Jozef Bostanescu's nephew...
...and then wandering around free in the police station.
- Yes, I can. - Oh, good.
That should be interesting. It won't be a wasted trip after all.
Am I to understand that you killed a man you were investigating?
Is that true, Mr. Griffith?
Truth is relative, sir. Depends on who's telling it.
Good day, gentlemen.
If you have any more good ideas while you're in my jurisdiction...
...please call me first, before you act.
Your procedures are very thorough.
- So, what's up his ass? - You.
So who's Bostanescu?
He owns the stadium, and this town's real big on soccer.
You better call me too.
We could play the wayward-nephew card.
The American had no backup.
No real evidence.
Some rifles, that's all.
He was alone.
Kill him.
Do you really wanna do this, Jozef?
It's such a big deal. Do we really need it?
It's the biggest deal we've ever made.
Is everything ready? Is the team in place?
- Everything's ready, don't worry. - Good. Good.
- Find out who this cop is. - Okay.
- Champion. - Champion.
- Hello. - Griffith, it's me, Greenfield.
- Sir. - What are you doing in Bucharest?
Working, sir. Well, trying to.
Gunning down people, burning suspects.
You call that work?
Today, an unidentified American tourist...
...turned violent in a football match that took place...
Is it true? Did you interrogate and burn a suspect?
More like singed.
Griffith is gone, today.
I can get rid of him and use him in one stroke.
What I need to know from you is, is he reliable?
He's reliable. What about Dimitru?
See if he leads us somewhere.
All right.
- Sir, but what about Dimitru? - What about him?
You have a court date in 48 hours.
If you don't show up, you will be considered a fugitive, you hear me?
- Yes, sir. But can I explain...? - No discussion.
Make sure you're on that plane, or you're looking at 10 years in prison.
You got 48 hours, Griff.
- You understand? - Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
Didn't take you long to find a bar.
A police station, agency front opposite.
Bound to be a bar close by.
I always wondered what these European soccer games were like.
Pretty much like everywhere else.
You show up, people running, screaming. Random gunfire.
Yeah, it wasn't exactly random. They were aiming at me.
You're on a flight back to New York today.
If you're good, I'll put you in business class.
You will, huh? Why?
Do your old CIA buddies a favor, sit next to a girl on the plane ride home.
- Check for somebody else. - Nobody else available. Cutbacks.
Nadia Cominski. Romanian, married to an accountant.
Locals picked her up at the airport with a lot of cash.
Large denominations, multiple currencies...
...and a dead husband in their New York house.
I don't work for the agency anymore.
Come on. I recommended you, God help me.
Don't make me look bad.
- Griff, ours is not to reason why. - Yeah, ours is just to do or die.
- What about first-class? - Don't push it.
Give me something I can work with on Dimitru.
There's nothing to give.
I'd like to know who was on the other end of that cell phone.
- That before or after you burned him? - I didn't burn him, I singed him.
- That's funny. Singed. - Yeah.
Just like you singed Esperanto's whole house back in Colombia?
He was a very bad man.
Yeah, he was a very bad man.
- Thanks for bailing me out. - Very nostalgic. Just like old times.
- Give me a gun and some cuffs. - Come on, Griff, you know the rules.
I need a gun if I'm gonna protect the witness.
Yeah, I'll see what I can do.
Don't forget the cuffs.
Your escort won't be here for two hours.
Welcome to the party, Mr. Sonni Griffith.
Yeah. Griffith will be fine.
- This is Griffith. Homeland Security. - How you doing?
So where's my package?
- CIA hasn't lost her already, have you? - Unfortunately, no.
Madam retired to the west wing for a couple of hours.
Madam retired to the west wing.
- Sounds like a real prize. - And you are the lucky winner.
Are you being followed?
Of course.
Lose them at the house.
Cl-fucking-A.
- Wanna take the first watch out back? - Love to.
Mrs. Cominski, you have some pizza.
Are you hungry?
Does anyone know what...
...means?
Yeah. The hawk... You know, like a bird...
He will fuck you in the ass.
- That's nasty. - It is.
What about a local arms dealer named the Hawk?
Mrs. Cominski.
Mrs. Cominski, this is Sonni Griffith.
He'll be escorting you back to New York.
- She's a real charmer, huh? - Anybody know anything about her?
Her husband was found murdered in New York...
...and she got caught at the airport by Customs with a lot of cash.
Now she's inconsolable.
Killed by who?
We are through to the finals.
One more game...
...and we go to the world championships in Washington, D.C.
How is it that the worst football country in the world...
...gives the best championship in the world?
Sonni Griffith, ex-Army Ranger.
Ex-CIA agent.
Currently working for Department of Homeland Security.
How did you bring him to do deal in my stadium, at my game?
I had no idea...
I gave you two orders, just two.
The teams work independently.
You do the deal, you bring me the money.
And you never, never bring the dogs to my door.
Are you having trouble understanding orders?
Because I can't run this thing without orders.
He insisted on seeing the...
Of course he did, stupid boy, he's police.
Get out of my sight and go sit somewhere. Go.
And keep quiet.
Hey, Alec. Good boy. Come here. Come on.
In this business, you're the keeper of the flame.
But pretty soon the flame burns itself out...
...and you're left with nothing but ashes.
- Hey, where's the bathroom? - Upstairs.
Mrs. Cominski. Mrs. Cominski.
Cominski. Let's go.
- What's happening? - We don't have time.
Get in. Stay.
Who sent you? Who sent you?
Don't do it.
Keep your head down.
What the hell is going on here?
- How the hell should I know? - I'm gonna ask you again.
- What's going on? - Are you deaf?
Oh, shit.
I'm gonna ask you again.
What's going on? Or you're on your own.
- Who could that be, trying to kill me? - Trying to kidnap you.
Kidnap, kill. What difference does it make?
There's a big difference.
Someone set us up, do you understand that?
Yes. I do.
Look, Cominski. I need your help.
You give me something and you stay alive.
Time's up.
Okay, okay. Look.
Wait. Wait.
My husband wasn't ruthless like these people.
He was just greedy.
- He wanted out. - And?
And he was stealing money and hiding it in a Swiss account.
- How much money? - I'm not sure. They say 30 million.
Go.
- Where's the money? - Still in the account.
Victor made me memorize the numbers.
- Who does the money belong to? - Jozef Bostanescu.
Jozef Bostanescu. Your husband worked for him?
So tell me what happened in New York.
Jozef insisted on coming to dinner to our place.
He asked my husband about the money.
Victor was very nervous, and Jozef cut his throat.
How did you get here?
I grabbed the cash I could, and I escaped.
- How? - The back staircase.
And then I land here, and stupid Custom man...
...arrested me for not declaring the money I took.
Before you could turn yourself in and declare the 30 mil, huh?
It will be there on time. Just have my money ready.
I have to go.
Going to the game tomorrow?
They should hang that ref.
You just walked into the only motel in the town that has a room this week.
You wouldn't happen to have two, would you?
As far apart as possible?
- Two? - Yeah.
Two.
One and two.
Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere.
If you're that concerned, you can come in and watch.
I won't piss on you.
Oh, I think you've pissed on enough people for one day.
Look, I'm sorry.
I don't know what is going on here.
It has been a hard day all around, Mrs. Cominski.
Nadia. Please call me Nadia.
What do we do now?
We? We don't do anything.
I go and find backup...
...they put you in another safe house, where you can be protected properly.
Protected like the last house we were in?
Who do you think set us up, Griffith?
Because I know I didn't tell them where we were.
So this just leaves you and the CIA.
How long do you think I'll be able to protect you by myself, Mrs. Cominski?
You seem like an intelligent man.
Speak slowly, no big words. I'll try to keep up.
Jozef Bostanescu wants me in the worst way.
That part, I think we already figured out.
Well, bad enough to use whomever he can to get me.
I am a liability and a lot of lost money.
And, believe me, he hates to lose money.
If you hand me over, I'm dead.
I don't think you understand how this works.
Well, I think you don't understand.
He gets what he wants from me and then he kills me.
And if he kills me, then you don't have a case.
Okay. So if you're running away from him, why come back here?
I have his money.
Great.
I came here to trade with him. On my terms, not his.
I give him back the money...
...and he gives me back a life.
Can't stay here.
It's not loaded.
I wasn't part of their business.
- I was married to it. - Okay.
Okay. I believe you.
- Let me look at this cut. - No...
No. Standard procedure. Gotta look at it.
- You cleaned it. - Yes.
If only I could see better in here.
I didn't want those people to die.
I know. I know you didn't.
What...? What the fuck...? What the fuck are you doing?
Shit...
- Let me go. What is this? - This is for your protection.
What? My protection? Are you gonna leave me here?
- I'll be back soon. - What...?
And try to stop screaming, all right? You're supposed to be hiding.
Fuck off.
- Does she have a mouth on her. - Asshole.
- Shepard. - Shep, it's me, Griff.
- Where are you? - Safe.
- Is the girl alive? - Yeah, she's alive. Alive and kicking.
- What the hell happened? - Oh, nothing.
Just your standard assault...
...on an agency safe house in the middle of the day.
I don't suppose that you know who they were or how they found us?
We're trying to figure that out. Name a pickup point, I'll send a team.
- You gotta be joking. - No, I'm not joking.
I'm not exactly enamored with the way operations work around here.
That's not a request. That's an order.
Flint is gonna have a shit fit if you go Lone Ranger on this.
Look, from now on, things go my way or no way.
This does not look good, Griff.
Look good? I'm not going to a prom with this woman, Shep.
Now, you meet me tomorrow morning, 7 a.m., Senate Building.
Oh, yeah, and you come alone.
You do understand "alone," don't you?
Yeah, I understand "alone."
Oh, yeah, and another thing. Flint's office, it's leaking like a sieve.
- Griffith just called me. - He's alive?
- Yup. - What about Cominski?
- Yup. - Amazing.
- Where is he? - He didn't say.
He wants to see me tomorrow morning. Alone.
- What's that supposed to mean? - Standard m.o. For Griffith.
So, what do you want me to do, go by myself or take a backup team?
Go alone.
Don't wanna spook him more than necessary.
All right.
How did they found out where the safe house was?
If I knew that, we wouldn't be having this conversation.
Just get in there and wrap this up.
Well, you're all hooked up now.
Great. Yes. I am delighted for you.
Okay. No, no. If you need assistance, you call 311.
- Can I help you? - You're the security contractor.
You're wired up to this whole place, huh?
Well, that's what the nametag would suggest, yes.
So how about checking the systems for me, Agent Mitchel...
...see if we have a leak. - Absolutely no point.
Three people died today. I think that's reason enough.
If you'd let me finish, I would've said there's no point...
...because I personally set up every one of these systems.
I've already swept everybody... Including the phones, before you ask.
- And, yes, thank you, they are all clean.
- You are sure? - About which bit, sir?
Look, I realize that right now...
...I am living in some Third-World shithole.
No offense.
But there was a time... And not a million years ago, I hasten to add.
- That I was living in the real world.
What I'm trying to say to you, sir, very politely...
...is that I do know what I'm doing.
- You were in Washington? - Washington, yes.
London and Hong Kong.
- What are you doing here? - Serving penance.
I could pull rank on you, Agent Mitchel...
...but I'd rather ask nicely. Just give me whatever you've got.
- Know what I think? - I'm not asking you on a date.
The information isn't being stolen, it's being bought.
That's it? That's all you've got?
Way to go, bigtime. I bet they miss you on the Hill.
If it shows up, Agent Shepard, it shows up here.
All right. Do background checks on everybody here at this station.
- And who's authorizing this? - I am.
Yeah, all right. Just do it.
Thank you.
- Jesus, you scared me. - You hungry?
How could you leave me like this?
Hey, hey, hey. Play nice, or I'll leave you there all night.
Where have you been for so long?
Setting up a little surprise for our new friends.
What now?
- We wait until tomorrow. - Why?
Because that's when I meet with my friend.
Can you trust this friend?
I did a big favor for him a long time ago.
I hope so.
Why did they pick you to take me back?
Because of my charm and sensitivity.
- What? - The Hawk. Bostanescu.
Earlier today, you asked about the Hawk.
Wait. You call Bostanescu the Hawk?
- We all call him that. - Bostanescu is an arms dealer?
I don't know their business.
Yeah, but you were married to an accountant of a big arms dealer.
You do what you do to survive.
So why did your husband trust you with the numbers?
Maybe he loved me.
What's it like to kill?
What's it like to pull the trigger?
Are you married?
What, is this the Spanish Inquisition?
Well, I am trusting you with my life...
...Mr. Griffith, despite what you think of me.
And I think it's fair that I get to ask some questions.
To see what kind of man I am trusting.
I was married.
Why not now?
It's not easy being married to someone who leaves in the middle of the night...
...can't tell you where or who he's been with all week.
That, I understand.
You should get some sleep. We got a busy day tomorrow.
Did you ever lose something, Griffith?
Something you couldn't live without?
I'm about to, if I don't get back to New York in the next 36 hours.
Dimitru, I have job for you.
You know what to do.
What is rule number one?
- Don't get caught. - Number two?
Don't fail.