A F.I.R.M. convoy somewhere
Stern: Any minute now.
Voice: All set.
Voice on radio: The convoy's on schedule.
Stern: Ready? All right. Hit it.
(cars skidding. Gunfire.)
Burke (off camera): Come on get that lock off there. We ain't got all night.
Stern: Move it, guys.
Slade: Karl, what's going on here? This wasn't part of the plan. Hey level with m, buddy.
Stern: Don't concern yourself.
Slade: Hey, I thought we were partners, Karl.
Stern: Partners? Dennis, you're hired help. A hundred thousand dollars for a few minutes work. No question.
Slade: Yeah but you forgot to mention the size of the escort. The deal is a whole lot bigger than you let on. I think we just may have to negotiate.
Stern: Don't get greedy Slade. You take your hundred thousand and spend it. In good health. Now move it.
In a desert somewhere
(laser shot and explosions. Laughter.)
Stern: All right, pack it up. Well Leo, what do you think?
Leo: I think how much.
Stern: Gee, Leo, a big time arms broker like you ought to know what something like this is worth? But since I'm not a greedy man, let's say, ah, ten million dollars.
Leo: I usually get ten percent to arrange the transaction.
Stern: They'll have to pay your share.
Leo: You know, Karl, when a weapon like this is stolen, borders slam shut in a hurry. You'll be expected to deliver to an Eastern Bloc country if you want your money.
Stern: I'm aware of that. Don't worry. I'll get it out of the country.
Leo: If you can, there's a good chance I can make a deal. I'll be in touch.
Stern: Drive carefully Leo.
Slade: Karl, we got to talk. I just heard what....
Stern: Eavesdropping can be a very dangerous hobby, Slade.
Slade: Ten million dollars? And you're offering me a measly hundred thou? I'm not going to let that happen.
Stern: So what are you going to do? Go to the cops?
Slade: What, take the rap for murdering those two guards? No way.
Stern: I'm going to give you a bit of free advice, Slade. You're playing in the big leagues now. You go around making idle threats, somebody is going to hand you your head. Got it?
Kiki: Look, enough already. All you need is this and a pair of swim trunks. Sometimes less....
Hawke: Sounds like my kind of place.
Kiki: What's the matter?
Hawke: Er, nothing really. Let's get going. Now!
Hawke: No. No, Michael, no. The answer is absolutely no, not.
Archangel: Hawke, I'm glad I caught you.
Hawke: You didn't catch me, Michael. I've got five days off, I'm on my way to the north shore of Oahu.
Archangel: Oahu, huh? Whatever gave you that idea. I'm Michael Coldsmith-Briggs.
Kiki: Kiki Tanabi.
Archangel: Kiki. Hawke and I need to talk.
Hawke: No we don't.
Archangel: Could you excuse us for just a couple of minutes. Please.