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14.9s
Oh, fuck. That man is an administrative nightmare. He can't fly unless there's a private jet because of claustrophobia. Then he needs sedating with the finest claret because of agoraphobia. And then there's the rehabilitation in the Maldives because of cloudo-bloody-phobia.
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
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
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
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
17.3s
Marcia, Marcia, Marcia. Confirm tracker in place. Why do I get the feeling we're not the only team in town? Can't be. I would know. Okay, that's odd. Either it's a glitch in the network or someone's-- someone is very good. In my experience, it's seldom the network. Who could do that?
Operation Fortune: Ruse de guerre
15.1s
What we got? Bagman, coming in on a flight with a hard drive. We need to track him, see where he takes it. I'm gonna keep an eye on you, feed you constructive information, play the right music. I'll control the turntables, you control the dance floor. Like to dance?
Operation Fortune: Ruse de guerre