Double Team

Quinn, Jack.

Your final assignment is classification red.

At 3:05 P.M., greenwich mean time,

a truck loaded with 32 kilogras of nonactive plutonium...

Was stolen from a secured U.S. nuclear installation outside Croatia.

We believe stavros and his organization...

Will sell it to the Iraqis within 24 hours.

Your objective is to make sure the plutonium is returned safely to our base.

Out of the way! Urgent call for you, sir.

Quinn's in! We have satellite confirmation that the xrt is mobile!

Wow! This'll be a ride. Quinn has 14 hours to reach the border.

If he does make it, his resignation is final.

Watch out!

Aaaaaah!

Aaaaaah!

Whoa!

Jack! Would you get that?

Ohh!

Kathryn!

Your damn cow was in my way!

It's not a cow, Jack. It's a swan.

Whatever it is, it's in my way. In your way?

Your swan is beautiful.

You're beautiful.

Ah, not for long, huh?

You'll still be sexy.

A bit rounder and a bit softer...

Jack, the baby... it's what we want, no?

Of course.

Bonjour, Jack.

You don't believe in front doors?

There's a back door too. You, of all people, should know that.

Hey.

How'd you find me?

We never lost you, my friend.

So you know I'm retired.

How long do you think you can sit on your ass and watch the sun set?

You're a hunter, Jack. Admit it. You miss the game.

You don't get it.

For me, it's personal.

For you, it's politics.

Politics makes money, brings you opportunities. Everything's politics.

You want personal?

I'll give you personal.

Stavros is back, and we want him alive.

We want all his nasty information... names, clients, escape routes.

That's why we need you.

After all these years chasing him, you're the only guy who knows how he works,

how he moves.

Come on, Jack. This is your last shot.

We've got a delta team prepped and waiting for you in antwerp.

Face it, Jack: You can't retire until he does.

Is Quinn coming back or not?

I don't know. Maybe he really is retired.

If he is, we go to plan "b."

Capitan!

Move the seat up.

It's a little tight in the rear.

But that's generally true of the c.I.A., isn't it?

Si, capitan. Okay.

So you bust a few drug cartels in third world countries;

You testify in front of congress;

They make you a deputy director...

get to the point. The point is, you're nothing but a minor-leaguer.

You were only good for one thing... you got Quinn back in the game.

That'll be challenging. Pull over here.

And by the way, I left you a present.

Ohh! Get me outta here!

Aaah! Help!

Hey, ciao, Bella. You look fine!

Come on.

Don't tell me that it's not dangerous.

You're gonna be back in 36 hours.

¶ I'm looking for yaz.

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I'm looking for yaz.

Whoa. I'll bet that hurt.

That hurt.

These hurt too.

But I kinda like this one right here, though.

Who are you? I'm the man.

You? I hope you don't judge a person by the way he looks.

I hate that.

Who does your hair, siegfried or Roy?

The last guy who made fun of my hair is still trying to pull his head out of his ass.

I don't wanna know about your sex life.

Well, this has been fun. Now, who in the hell are you?

Jack Quinn.

If you wanna dance, ask me nicely.

I just wanted to check and see if it's you, Mr. Quinn.

Damn. The legend walks.

I heard you dropped out of the game, Jack.

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Whoa. Santa's workshop.

Who's that? Rudolph?

I may not have reindeer, but I do have the best elves in the business.

Christmas shopping for bad boys?

I don't play with the bad boys anymore.

Only the good guys, baby.

Just tell me what you need. I got shit here so new, even I don't know I have it.

Offense gets the glory.

But defense wins the game.

I take cash, gold...

did you open that? Yeah.

Fire in the hole!

But I don't take personal checks.

I have a rule here.

You break it, you bought it. Got it?

Gentlemen, this is delta one.

Forget you've ever seen him.

This is Mr. yamir.

He has information that stavros will be surfacing tomorrow afternoon...

Somewhere around here.

An amusement park. Huh.

- Who's my deadeye? - That would be me, sir.

Know how to use it?

It's been modified to shoot tranquilizer darts.

Can you shoot a man at 200 yards with that?

With this, I can shoot the dick off a hummingbird.

He's like a snake. If you look into his eyes, he'll get you in the back.

When we I.D. Stavros, move into position.

We only have one shot.

Two darts will kill a man; Three will kill a rhino;

And we want stavros alive.

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Ho-ho-ho-ho!

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Delta five, check the two arab women by the carousel.

On it.

Something's happening.

Bravo one, we have stavros. North lot, gray Mercedes.

I've got three men moving. The driver's staying with the car.

Let him in, bravo. Delta two and five, move to Baker.

- The rest of you hold. - Roger, delta one.

What a night to do this.

It had to be tonight.

This is way too easy.

He's in my sights. I have clear coverage on him.

Ready to fire.

That's not stavros! He's a lefty!

- Stavros is a lefty! - Sir?

It's not him!

The driver! Find the driver!

En route to ground position.

Come on, my friends! Come on!

Come on! Here we go! That's right!

We're securing the exits.

I got him. Roger.

At the tiger cage. Who's the woman? She's hiding something.

It could be a bomb.

My God.

I've locked on, delta one.

Delta two and five in position, sir.

We're ready to take him.

Delta one. What are you waiting for, delta one?

Ready to move in.

Delta one, I'm waiting for your command.

You have your shot. What are you waiting for?

Stavros is on the move!

- Clear out! Clear out! - Too late, clown boy.

Move into position, three!

Whoa!

Aaah!

Aaaah!

His mother told me...

That his favorite thing in the world...

Used to be...

When he'd go riding his little pony on the weekends.

He loved riding that little horse.

Little horse gonna miss my boy.

I am a professional, Quinn.

I've killed. I've killed a lot.

But most of the bastards I've killed...

Deserved to die.

My little boy was six years old, mister.

My little boy was six years old.

Now, that makes it personal, mister.

Candidate for colony residency.

Quinn, Jack Paul.

1959.

Entered foreign service at 22.

Demolitions, tracking, psychological countermeasures.

Antiterrorism.

Stavros acquisition.

Video segment a-19:

Antwerp interdiction.

Agent Quinn achieved clean opportunity to acquire Alpha,

but target Alpha escaped.

You went soft. Soft agents are a liability.

But because of your skills, you've been assigned to the colony.

No!

If you fail to cooperate, Mr. Quinn, you have an alternative.

Nerve gas is quite painless, but effective.

But why bother? You're dead already.

At least that's what your wife and the rest of the world have been told.

If you wish to live, just put your thumbprint on the scanner next to the TV.

Ten, nine, eight, seven,

six, five, four, three, two...

Identity confirmed.

Thank you, Mr. Quinn.