Duration: 1m14s

What do you guys want? You want money? Here, take my watch. It's not a copy, it's real. Mr. Cage, we're with the U.S. government. We need your help. The man you're staying with is the head of a violent international arms cartel. Wait, wait, wait. Javi? He's a ruthless motherfucker. He started small, coastal Spain. But then, he got greedy. Trying to expand his operations east, west. Trail of dead bodies in his wake. Javi Gutierrez? Yes, Javi. I don't think we're talking about the same Javi. We're definitely talking about the same fucking Javi. It's the same fucking guy, man. Okay, okay. So, you're CIA, some kind of intelligence, right? And your job is to read people, yeah? Well, as a thespian, that is also my job. To understand people's characters, to feel what they're feeling. Which is how I know that Javi is not a gun dealer. You're saying your acting ability trumps five years of hard data collected by the world's finest intelligence agency? My nouveau shamanic acting ability? You better fucking believe it. Oh! Hey, guys, this sucks. Uh, Nicolas cage's nouveau shamanic acting ability has determined that we got the wrong guy. So, let's pack up our shit and fucking go home. Hey, man, don't mind him. He's all messed up inside. He just found out his wife's been fucking his dad. That's not all the way true. Look, do you recognize this girl?