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22.3s
Speaking of which, would you care to meet Trent and Arnold, who are both in biotech? I don't wanna be vulgar, but 22 billion, 17 billion. Sorry, boys, I didn't wanna be indiscreet, but, you know, facts are facts. And they're both sponsoring tonight's event. Hey. Big fan. Oh, thank you. Great cause. We try, you know.
Operation Fortune: Ruse de guerre
43.1s
In fact, on cue. -Think I got him. -About time. Hiding in that crocodile should be the drive. What's on the drive? We don't know. Orson, just remember he's a bagman. A retired professor, not a threat or a black belt in Mogadishu. I'll try not to frighten him to death. We just need to know who he's delivering it to. Whiz kid, what am I looking for? Brown hat, spectacles, crocodile-skin briefcase, upper level. He should be coming into your peepers now. I'm in his phone, and I'm gonna send him a message. "Car is delayed." You see him, sweetheart? Got him. Sending him to Luigi's Coffee Bar, ground floor. How do you know it's him? You dance, I'll play, remember? Jane, he's heading your way. In position. JJ, take the B stairs.
Operation Fortune: Ruse de guerre
33.6s
Is it the usual team? Minus John. Where's John? -John got poached. -By who? By "whom." Never mind. But I do mind. I know John. I like John. I trust John. He's a pro. Someone paying him more? Yes. If I asked, would you pay me more? -You can ask. -Will you pay me more? No. You're above that grubby self-interest. You're a patriot. And besides, no one gets treated like you get treated. When you say "you," you really mean you. Anyway, who's my footman? I found a splendid replacement. -What's his name? -Sarah Fidel.
Operation Fortune: Ruse de guerre
51s
How are you, old man? Very good. Thank you, Mr. Knighton. You look like the walking dead. Yes. Well, I'm always a little bit cold when I've just got out of bed. Perhaps you can tell me why I've been summoned, 8:00 a.m. on a Sunday morning? Well, if you'd care to study the film, you'll see that two nights ago, some heavily guarded cargo was ambushed outside a facility in Johannesburg, where 20 security guards were mercilessly annihilated. I want you to retrieve what went missing and to find out who the seller is, who the buyer is, and what it is. So we don't know exactly what it is, sir? No. That is the mystery. But our analysts in intelligence reported it very quickly became extremely popular with the wrong sort of people. And with a price tag of around ten billion, I don't think we can afford for it to remain a mystery much longer.
Operation Fortune: Ruse de guerre
41.3s
Yes, I understand, sir. But when you cut back on his expenses and created a mental health department, it was a perfect storm. He's trained to exploit every system presented, which is why he is the very bicycle courier you require. Where is he? Well, it's funny you should say that, sir. He is on one of his, uh, rehabilitation retreats. Yes, you are paying for that, sir, but don't worry. I think I can pull him in. The fuck are you doing here, Nathan? Everything all right, Orson? No, it's not. I'm supposed to be on holiday, and you're supposed to be 4,000 miles in that direction. Actually, it's 3,000 miles in that direction. But whatever. -Mind if I come in? -Yes, I fucking do.
Operation Fortune: Ruse de guerre
26.4s
It's been given the name "the Handle." But why me? Why not the official intelligence branch? Ruse de guerre, Nathan. An unorthodox approach to war. I need a creative, cunning and unconventional vision to retrieve this kind of mercurial threat. A courier on a bicycle in congested traffic, not the official team. They'd take forever to wade through the administration, and the clock doth ticketh.
Operation Fortune: Ruse de guerre