Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Going to kill me?
Come on.
It's in the kitchen where you left it.
Well, that was lovely.
And his pathetic brother Udre.
Both the CIA and FSB want him dead. Mikhail's been protecting him.
Regrettably, the next target date has been moved up at the client's request.
On behalf of the US Government, I'd like to extend to you our sincerest apologies.
They might kill you for that.
Officially, nothing.
He never works again so quickly.
It's so secret no one knows it exists.
Just one thing.
I won't.
The Organisation has sent in their best operatives.
There is nothing I can do for you, I'm afraid.
Hell.
go fuck yourself.
What?
Trust me. This is where he'll be.
That's it?
- Why? - Belicoff's softening political stance
Intercept Price and you get a shot at Udre.
Despite being the anus of the Third World, we are in attempt of competent police work here,
How does a good man decide when to kill?
Unless you pay me.
Goodbye Kris.
If you don't, the generator will start.
He said your ribs are broken. Unlucky.
He is in the southwest tower. Call in the gun ships.
- Sir, they're going in. - Get your men out.
35 seconds.
- Where are you taking me? - Somewhere safe.
Are you beginning to get the picture?
Delivered?
They found him.
But beyond that...
It's five. If you wait till the girls go to school, you won't have to expose them to this.
Well, it's a theory.