A Witness Protection specialist becomes suspicious of his co-workers when dealing with a case involving high-tech weapons.

[the phone rings]
Undersecretary of Defense Daniel Harper: It's for you.
[takes the phone]
Robert: Yeah?
John: [over phone] You've just been erased.
Calderon: Don't you ever get tired of babysitting scumbags?
John: Yeah, but in your case I'll make an exception.
John: Drop your gun.
Robert: What?
John: If you drop your gun now, I promise I won't kill you.
John: [to dead alligator] You're luggage!
Father Rodriguez: The police have returned to the saftey of their doughnut shops.
John: Lee, this is Father Rodriguez.
Lee: How do you do?
Father Rodriguez: Of course, I wasn't always Father Rodriguez. You might say I was born again, with a little help from our friend here.
John: Some of his Colombian associates wanted to introduce him to God personally.
Father Rodriguez: I've been given a second chance at life. I'm using it to do God's work.
Tony Two Toes: No one screws with the union!
Tony Two Toes: There they are. Commie bastards!
Mikey: They're not communists any more, Tony. They're a federation of independent liberated states.
Tony Two Toes: Don't make me hurt you, Mikey.
John: Don't move, you're dead.
[takes a photo]
Sal: [referring to a sniper perched atop a crane] You think I can hit that guy from here?
Johnny C: Give it a rest, Sal. You couldn't hit the ground even if you fell on it.
Lee: [On the computer on Donahue's office] Are we near?
John: You were right about Donahue, he left himself a back door. But we've still got to break his code. I say that we have about five or six minutes before they trace us.
[scrolling through the records]
John: Do you recognize any of this?
Lee: No. But, we're getting warm, it's an accounting format.
John: Okay, stop me if I get lucky.
Lee: UBS, United Bank of Syria.
John: $52 million? If it's an arms sale, it's a major one. Let's see who their buyer is.
Lee: Sergei Ivanovich Petrofski? Who's that?
John: [sighs] Bad news. He runs a cartel in the Russian mafia, selling drugs, guns, and influence to some very unpleasant people.
[Scrolls lower]
John: There it is, delivery date. Tonight, midnight? A thousand units at Baltimore Harbor.
Lee: But a thousand units of what?
[Screen reveals the item]
Lee: An EM gun.
John: A *thousand* EM guns.
Lee: Are they insane? If these things get offshore...
John: There'll be a whole new era of world terrorism.
John: I work alone. If anyone comes to you and claims that I sent them...
[reveals a gun]
John: Use this.
Hostage Taker: [while holding a woman at gunpoint] You're early.
Robert: You're late.
[shoots the suspect]
Robert: You know, some people take things for granted, like the ability to chew solid food.
John: A major defense contractor is selling to terrorists on the black market.
[Tony and his whole crew start laughing]
Tony Two Toes: Mr. Sixty Minutes, tell me something I don't know.
John: It's happening tonight, on your docks.
Tony Two Toes: [stops laughing] *That* I didn't know.
Donahue: We're way beyond bullshit here.
[after killing the thugs sent to murder Johnny C, John arranges their bodies on the lawn of his house, shoots them with a silenced pistol, then puts the guns in their hands]
John: They killed you, then they turned on each other.
Johnny C: Right. Those sons of bitches...
Nurse: Oh my God! Terrorists!
Johnny C: Terror? I'll show you some freakin' terror! Get your ass up here, I'll jump-start it!
Perimeter Guy: [on his walkie-talkie] Sir, I have a situation here.
Tony Two Toes: [to Dock Guard] You certainly do.
[Johnny C is working as a bartender in a drag club. John comes to see him]
Johnny C: I got one question: was it your idea to hook me up with the Village People here?
John: Well, you're safe, aren't you?
Johnny C: Well, from the mob, yeah. I mean no self-respecting wiseguy would ever be caught dead in a joint like this. Only... do me one favor. Don't let it out that I'm straight, all right? I don't wanna break any hearts or nothing.
John: Trust me.
John: Do you remember when you told me that if I ever needed anything, I could come to you?
Johnny C: Yes.
John: Well, I need your help.
Johnny C: Wait, you want my help?
John: Yes... right now.
Johnny C: You got it!
[to the bartender]
Johnny C: Evan! Look, cover me at the bar for a few seconds. I gotta go home and help out a friend here.
Evan the Bartender: [looking at John] Who is he? He looks rough!
Johnny C: Please, don't start. It's not what you think.
John: I'm sorry, do you two need a moment alone?
Johnny C: We're fine, thanks.
John: Just an idea.
Johnny C: Evan here just... worries about me. He and I...
[John smirks at Johnny insinuating what it means]
Johnny C: Don't ask!
[John parachutes into a junkyard]
John: Where is this?
Camille: Earth. Welcome.
Robert: Turn this thing around.
Pilot: I've got a may-day, I'm trying to keep us in the air!
Robert: I said turn around and take him out now!
John: I work alone, you know that.
Robert: Not today.
Sal: We heard you got whacked.
Johnny C: Yeah, must have been some other guy.
Tony Two Toes: Yeah? Was it some other guy who ratted out Vincenzo Canelli?
Johnny C: Hey, Canelli's a piece of shit.
Tony Two Toes: I got no love for Canelli, either. But you crossed the line, Johnny.
Johnny C: Hey, I'm still here.
Tony Two Toes: Nah, that don't matter. What you did was wrong, John.
John: [entering] No, what he did got a drug dealer and his poison off the streets.
Tony Two Toes: Whose da tree trunk?
Robert: Alright, I want his face all over this windshield.
[explosions rock the building]
Sergei: It seems your friend has arrived.
Lee: I'll enjoy introducing him to you.
[John wakes up from a drug-induced sleep]
Robert: Confused, pal? New York.
John: You're off course.
Robert: No, no we're not. You're gonna take us to her John.
[John reaches for his gun. Robert holds up his gun in a plastic bag]
Robert: You did a very, very bad thing, John. You killed Monroe. Now that makes you the mole.
John: No, that makes you a murderer.
Robert: Listen, have I given you an evaluation yet.
Deputy Monroe: Evaluation?
Robert: Yeah.
[shoots Monroe]
Robert: A-plus, kid.
[his hands are now bloody]
Robert: Ah man, can somebody get me a wet-nap or something?
Johnny C: [while Posing as a Pizza Delivery guy and being pinned to the wall by Cyrez Guards] Hey! I've got a bad heart, but a very good lawyer!
Agent: This is Special Agent John Kruger. He'll be handling your personal security.
Lee: My protection?
John: New identity, relocation, I'll take you through it step by step.
Lee: What are you talking about? I'm not going anywhere!
John: You're in an extremely high risk situation, Miss Cullen. That should've been explained to you.
Tony Two Toes: [counting the union rep payee envelopes] Hey, Mikey. You're one payment short.
Mikey: Oh, that's Louis. He didn't pay.
Tony Two Toes: He didn't pay? Why?
Mikey: He needed a few extra days to come up with the money, so I told him it was okay.
Tony Two Toes: You going soft on me, Mikey? What exactly did he say?
Johnny C: He said, "Tell that fat fuck, Tony Two Toes, I ain't payin' another dime!"
Tony Two Toes: I know that voice... but it can't be him, unless he's a ghost.
Johnny C: [walks into room] Boo.
Morehart: This is James Haggarty, our chief of security.
Robert: Hey, you ever done any wetwork?
James Haggerty: Only on three different continents.
Robert: Wow, really? Listen, you wanna impress me, slick? Do your fucking job!
Robert: Good morning, gentlemen.
Undersecretary of Defense Daniel Harper: Shut up! You mind telling me what the hell's going on?
Robert: I'll have the situation contained in 24 hours.
Undersecretary of Defense Daniel Harper: Not good enough! The shipment goes down tonight.
Robert: Everything is going as planned. But the first thing we've got to do is cancel that shipment.
Undersecretary of Defense Daniel Harper: And what do you propose we do with 10 tons of assault weaponry that's not supposed to exist?
Robert: I am the eyes and ears of your world, gentlemen, and I'm telling you, there's too much heat.
Undersecretary of Defense Daniel Harper: You don't get it. The money has already changed hands. These are not the type of people you cancel on!
Robert: Listen...
Undersecretary of Defense Daniel Harper: No, you listen! The disk, the girl, the guns. By dawn they don't exist. Are we clear?
Robert: Yes, sir. Crystal.
[after blowing up a building with John inside]
Robert: Okay, I think it's safe to say we got him.
Schiff: He's toast.
Calderon: I think we even got the roaches.
Calderon: Hey, who does this guy think he is?
Robert: Who, him? Well, he thinks he's the best guy in the game. I think he's right. Try not to piss him off, okay?
[John knocks down a door and shoots a guy]
Lee: You're late!
John: Traffic.
Robert: I want this town locked up so tight, it'll make his balls ache.
Donahue: Who do you think we are? We're not the Red Cross. We make weapons, things that kill people.
Robert: [after John hits him with a concealed throwing knife] John, I can't believe you nailed me with this cheap piece of mail-order shit!
Robert: Hey, John? That was good work last night.
John: I had a good teacher.
Robert: Bullshit. You had the best.
WitSec Ops: Hi, you've just been erased.
Lee: I didn't know treason was part of the corporate strategy.
Tony Two Toes: Lemme explain somethin' to ya, sonny boy. Nothin' moves off these docks without it don't get loaded by the union. I don't see no union people around here. Do you?
John: Don't move. You're dead.
Robert: Gentlemen, keep your eyes open and your assholes puckered.
[the limousine that Daniel Harper, Robert Deguerin, and Morehart were trapped in was just hit by a train]
Lee: What happened?
John: They caught a train.
John: That weapon, it came from your company, right?
Lee: Yes. It's an EMP prototype, it's not even supposed to exist.
John: EMP?
Lee: Electro-Magnetic Pulse. No gunpowder, no conventional bullets. They fire caseless aluminum shells at nearly the speed of light.
John: You're talking about the rail gun?
Lee: [surprised] That's right.
John: The Navy has been working on those for years. But the smallest one I've ever seen is mounted on a battleship.
Lee: Cyrez was contracted to scale them down, design a man-portable version. The most powerful assault rifle on earth. They took millions, then said the physics were impossible.
John: It looked real enough to me.
Johnny C: You want me to help you break into Cyrez?
John: Yeah.
Johnny C: What, are you shitting me? When you said you needed my help, I thought you wanted me to help you move a sofa or something.
John: Pull over, up ahead.
Johnny C: Alright, I'm gonna help you out here... All we are gonna need is some tanks, a couple of rocket launchers, and a set of balls like, uh... the King of Bayonne.
Tony Two Toes: We're from the local 129th, sonny.
Mikey: We heard you was loading a ship without the assistance of bonefide union labor. Say it ain't so.

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