Avenger

Open the door! Open the door!

Open the door!

Open the door now!

You!

Por mi hija. Amanda Jane.

- Mr. Dexter. - Washington.

Hey.

- Good morning, sir. - Good morning.

Sign here, please.

You sure this is a good idea? Me just copping like this?

We're not copping, Washington.

We're negotiating.

Am I to understand that your client

does not contest the charge?

No, you are to understand that I do not contest the charge.

I've explained to Mr. Lee that if I'm unable to prevail upon you gentlemen

to see the sense in our proposal,

that he should plead not guilty

and take his chances in court.

And just how good would you say those chances are?

Well, I think they're pretty good.

Certainly better than the publicity your bank's gonna receive

when it comes out that my client was able

to penetrate your security system

with the, what, "greatest of ease."

Isn't that how you put it, Mr. Lee?

Well, it wasn't that hard.

All I know, a couple of moves and I was in.

You gentlemen have about a million clients

who think their funds are safe with you.

Later on this week, my client is going

to stand up in court and say that if he did it

any half-assed amateur could empty your clients' accounts

in a few hours, after a little electronic probing.

How do you think your clients are going to like that?

Do you have a proposition for us, Mr. Dexter?

Put Mr. Lee on your payroll.

Now why in the hell would I want...

Because when it comes to computers,

he's the best there is and he's already proved it.

He was able to slash through a security system

that cost a mint to install and he did it with a $50 sardine can.

He could install for you a totally impenetrable system.

Mr. Lee is much safer inside the tent, pissing out.

Hey, Mr. Dexter. Yeah?

What's that, "safer inside the tent pissing out"?

What does that mean?

As opposed to outside, pissing in.

I don't know what you did or how you did it

but, look, maybe...

Maybe one day I can pay you back.

Okay, Washington, maybe one day you will.

Stephen Edmonds.

Did you advertise for a Grumman Avenger?

Yes, I did. When can we meet?

We can't.

You don't want the job?

I don't know.

But even if I take the job,

we won't meet. That's how I work.

That's damned inconvenient.

I like to look a man over.

And I prefer to be overlooked.

I'm told that you specialize in finding things.

What's missing?

My son.

He's been missing for almost a year.

Missing from where?

Bosnia.

He went over there to do relief work.

Ended up with some shoestring outfit,

delivering goodwill packages.

Then he disappeared.

I've used whatever influence I have,

and I should tell you it's not inconsiderable.

I'm Stephen Edmonds.

Does that mean anything to you?

I've heard of you.

Yeah, well, it hasn't done me any good.

All my inquiries have come to a dead end.

What's your son's name?

Rickie.

Richard Edmonds.

This is my son.

Can you understand what that means?

Yes, sir, I think I can.

I want everything you have on Rickie and his activities in Bosnia.

Absolutely.

I have a great deal of material for you to access.

Anything to do with his disappearance.

Have it all ready for pickup tomorrow at 2:00,

the Ellsworth Building.

Take the escalator to the mezzanine. Don't be late.

I can't say I'm happy with this,

speaking to somebody with no face and no name.

A mutual friend asked me to collect something from you.

How do I know it's you?

How else would I know to come up to you?

The man told me to.

Else I'm not coming up to any white man in broad daylight saying,

"Give me what you got."

Unless I'm stupid or crazy.

This man, do you work for him?

Just a friend.

What's his name?

His name is none of my business,

nor is it any of yours.

Hi, Dad.

I'm, working for an organization

called Loaves and Fishes.

It's pretty small-scale.

Just 24-wheel drives and a 10-ton truck.

It's run by a Canadian called John Slack,

and then there's me and a woman called Nadja.

Talk about shoestring, but we get the stuff out to people who need it.

John drives the 10-tonner up to the Austrian border

to bring back the donated stuff,

and then Nadja and me make the rounds distributing it.

John's a great guy.

He just gets it done no matter what.

And Nadja is wonderful.

She was driven out of her home by the Serbs,

and several members of her family were killed.

Yet she seems amazingly unbitter,

just determined to help however she can.

You have no idea how glad I am I came here.

And I just hope I can make you understand that

I am not wasting my life, or your money doing this.

Got to go now.

This is my son.

Can you understand what that means?

Yes, sir, I think I can understand that.

I'll be fine, Dad.

He's really a sweet guy.

So will you find him for me?

That's what I do, Mr. Edmonds.

When can you start?

I've already started.

Morning, sir.

What is the purpose of your visit to our country, Mr...

Bishop?

I'm a journalist. Freelance.

We're doing a story on small relief organizations

that operate independently of the UN.

Well, then welcome to Bosnia-Herzegovina, Mr. Bishop.

Thank you very much.

I hope you find the story you're looking for.

Taxi, taxi!

Welcome, Mr. Bishop.

I hope you have a nice stay.

What's your name?

It is Victor.

Victor, I need some help.

I'm after some information.

I'm willing to pay a lot of money to get it.

I see.

Might I ask what kind of information you are looking for?

It's in regard to a young American.

A Rickie Edmonds.

He disappeared in your country about a year ago.

Many people disappear in our country, Mr. Bishop.

It is most regrettable.

Well, I want to find this young man.

I'd appreciate you spreading the word around.

That's Edmonds. E-D-M-O-N-D-S.

That's right.

Yes, I would like to run it for a week.

And the amount is $10,000.

Yes. That's it.

Cash reward.

Cash reward, yes, ma'am.

All right, sir. Your ad will appear in tomorrow's newspaper,

extending to Saturday. It will read,

"For information leading to missing American, Rickie Edmonds,"

"last seen in Kosovo in 1995."

"US $10,000, cash reward."

What have you got cooking in here?

There's no cooking in a room.

So, did you see my ad?

If you kill me, you have nothing.

You think you're the only one who reads the want ads?

I got options.

They're gonna be lined up down the street waiting for a piece of that money.

I know nothing.

That's a damn shame.

What're you moaning at? Shut up!

I'll tell you what. I'm gonna make you a deal.

You want this or you want that?

This one? Are you sure?

Good choice.

Try it one more time.

It was Zilic, Zoran Zilic.

He's no longer in the country.

Who is Zilic?

I swear, I know nothing more about him.

You know nothing? Come on!

Okay. Okay.

A year ago, he was in Bjanka Luba region.

We were not there, I swear! It was his boys.

His boys? Zilic's Tigers.