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(RUSSIAN SONG PLAYING)
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
RONALD REAGAN: Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall.
(REPORTER SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(REPORTER SPEAKING JAPANESE)
REPORTER 1: ...bringing to an end the Soviet empire
and its 70-year experiment in Communism.
Yet while jubilation at the prospect of freedom...
...widespread corruption and economic misery
resulting in a virtual tidal wave of crime...
REPORTER 2: The Russian mafia has evolved into a world-class organized crime network
with profits in billions, including substantial US operations.
(REPORTER SPEAKING JAPANESE)
REPORTER 3: ...announcing the unprecedented opening of an FBI legal attaché
along with the first-ever joint US and Russian law enforcement operation.
(MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
It's her.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
MAN OVER HEADSET: Ghazzi's in the club. He's in position.
Okay. Op's a go. MVD only.
(TROOPERS CHATTERING)
(NIGHTCLUB PATRONS SCREAMING)
(MEN SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)
(MUSIC STOPS)
(MEN CHATTERING)
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
What is this? An American? Who the fuck are you?
Deputy Director Carter Preston, FBI.
FBI.
You fuck Americans now, you ugly militia whore.
And, you, go fuck yourself.
This is not Chicago. This is Russia.
So take your bitch and get the fuck out of here.
Do you think I'm afraid of the MVD?
(LAUGHING)
(ALL LAUGHING)
I swear I will kill you and your fucking whore mothers.
I repeat, you are advised...
Fuck you! Fuck you, you scar-faced cunt!
Fuck you! All right, that's enough.
(PATRONS SCREAMING)
(FIRES GUN)
(WOMEN SCREAMING)
(TROOPERS CHATTERING)
(GASPS)
(PANTING)
(SIREN BLARING)
(INDISTINCT YELLING)
It's never easy taking a life.
But you saved one, too. Mine.
Thank you.
MAN: We had no warning.
They must have ambushed our man outside.
Before we knew it, there were militia
with their guns out in every corner of the room.
They just opened fire and killed him.
(STAMMERS) It happened so fast, it was over before it started.
God, my poor brother.
How many militia did you kill?
Terek, please, we didn't stand a chance.
There were 30 of them,
plus the Americans.
Yes, yes, but how many did you kill?
Well...
Well, none.
None? Not even one?
Terek, please.
(LAUGHS) I did what I could.
(SIGHS)
You did what you could. You did what you could.
You let those militia pigs and that American scum kill my brother
without killing one in return.
Okay, that's what you could do.
Here's what I can do.
I loved this man like a brother.
He was a dear friend and partner to me.
So I took no joy in that.
But just think,
if I could do this to one I love,
what could I do to someone I hate?
Hmm?
(CHUCKLING)
So, the American FBI declares war on us?
Then war it is.
NARRATOR ON TV: Unlike other less cunning predators,
the hyena takes no chances, never attacking unless sure of a kill.
Though a consummate killer, he is clearly no gentleman.
I apologize for keeping you waiting.
I had some other business to dispose of.
So much wasted time
confusing motion with accomplishment. Another drink?
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(CLOSES DRAWER)
The MVD killed my brother.
For that, I will see they drown in blood.
But to their allies in America, I wish to send a message.
A very public message.
I want to strike fear into the marrow of their bones.
Can you kill this person?
Yes.
If I take this job, I'll have to disappear
forever.
So if you want me to do this, you're going to have to pay me.
How much?
American dollars.
All cash, of course.
Half now, half upon completion.
$70 million.
(LAUGHS)
Why not?
Done.
How many people know about this?
You and I.
Keep it that way.
Don't refer to our arrangement by telephone or fax, ever.
You should find a place outside of Russia to hide until the mission's completed.
If word of this leaks, it'll be my choice
whether to continue the mission or not.
Either way, I keep the initial payment. Agreed?
Okay.
KOSLOVA: Informants tell us Terek's put bounties on all MVD and FBI personnel.
Deputy Director Preston and I have special bounties on our lives.
In two weeks, seven MVD operatives have been killed.
At least we know we're getting to him.
Informants say this is just the start.
Terek's planning something more dramatic.
Eight days ago,
Terek and his two top lieutenants were spotted
at a pension in the town of Porvoo,
60 kilometers west of Helsinki.
They've been there ever since, taking the entire third floor for themselves
and their bodyguards,
all former Spetsnaz, nine in all.
Not one's left the building in five days.
Their only contact with the outside is this man, Victor Politovsky.
He goes to the Porvoo post office twice a day for Terek's mail
which arrives general delivery.
Contact Interpol and get everything you can on Politovsky.
Yes, sir.
Terek's men are notoriously hard to turn out. Should we get the opportunity
we must be prepared to conduct the interrogation with the utmost efficiency.
Good day to you, Mr. Preston.
Sir.
I don't think I want to know what that means.
(GRUNTS)
(POLITOVSKY GROANING)
(CONTINUES GROANING)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
JAMAICAN WOMAN: The new lamination's the tricky part.
You got to use ethyl acetone.
Nasty stuff. Gives you liver cancer.
And I use a disc drive to erase the magnetic strip.
It's perfect.
Thank you.
You really do beautiful work.
Oh, well. Art comes in various guises, doesn't it?
Yes, it does.
What do I owe you?
Right.
Well, I think your balance is about L375.
This is L500.
Oh, thank you.
Good luck with the baby.
Thank you. Cheers.
See you next time.
MAN: How do you want the accounts handled?
Split the deposit equally between the Macao and the Panama accounts.
And the balance?
Leave it here in dollars.
I'll need you to open me a Luxembourg account.
And get me some credit cards.
Use an American bank. I'll send you the names this week.
I'll overnight the credit cards to your box in Montreal.
Oh. This also came in the draft.
Ah. Yes.
I'll need to use your computer, Clive.
Of course.
Everything's ready for you.
Good. Thank you.
COMPUTER: Good afternoon. How may we help you?
I'm interested in an intermediate range system, high cyclic rate.
Man portable?
Compact, vehicle-mounted unit.
What caliber?
No smaller than 7.62.
Available:
7.62 millimeter M134 electric Gatling gun.
I prefer non-US equipment, single-parallel system.
Available:
Yugoslav 20 millimeter 19/55 cannon.
Too heavy.
Available:
Polish ZSU-33 electric, 14.5 millimeter.
Cyclic rate: 1,400 rounds per minute.
(TYPING ON KEYBOARD)
Interested.
Effective combat range: 3,500 meters.
Muzzle velocity: 1,700 meters per second.
I'll take it.
Cost will be $200,000 US.
Transfer of funds in the usual manner. Half now, half on delivery
to the following address.
Letterham Shipping, Montreal, Quebec, Canada,
GIH 876.
Client name, Murdock, Charles C.
(COMPUTER BEEPS)
(MAN GROANING ON SCREEN)
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(INTERROGATOR SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)
KOSLOVA: (TRANSLATING) "What are they planning? Why is Terek in Finland?"
"The Americans. Kill. Example."
"Jackal? What Jackal? It doesn't make sense."
"What are they planning at work?"
(SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)
"Who are you?"
(SCREAMING)
"You fucking Jackal."
(STEADY TONE)
(MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
"Why you hanging around? Revive him."
(STEADY TONE CONTINUES)
(STATIC)
FBI AGENT: Jesus.
Drug-assisted interrogation is perfectly legal in matters of state security.
Unfortunately, Mr. Politovsky had an undiagnosed heart condition.
He said, "Jackal"?
Does this mean something to you, Mr. Preston?
There's supposedly a killer for hire who uses that name.
Several assassinations are credited to him,
but we've never been able to prove if he even exists.
(DOOR OPENS)
From time to time, he was KGB asset.
Do you have a name?
No name.
Payments were made to the contracting organization
or a Hong Kong bank account.
No KGB member has ever seen him.
Do we know if he ever operated in the US?
No. But
Politovsky's briefcase contained biographical material
on your Donald Brown, Director of the FBI.
Jesus Christ. This guy's going for the gold, huh?
Get him on the phone for me.
Yes, sir.
Good morning.
Purpose of your visit to Canada?
Steelhead.
Hmm?
Fishing.
(STAMPS PASSPORT)
Enjoy your stay, Mr. Hayslip.
Thank you. I will.
SALESMAN: I'll give you a good deal on this minivan, you know.
It's brand-new. It's fully loaded.
We've even got a six-disc CD changer for you.
Now, the only thing I need right now is your driver's license, your credit card
and I'll check this with the credit manager.
I think everything should be okay, Mr. Murdock.
Make it Charlie, aye?
All right then, Charlie. See you in a second.
Take your time.
(SALESMAN SPEAKING FRENCH)
(STOPWATCH STARTS BEEPING)
(BEEPING STOPS)
I want this op close-hold, no publicity.
Put a working group together. State, CIA, Secret Service,
Russian Embassy.
They'll have daily progress reports, 9:00 p.m. every evening, this office.
Major Koslova, anything else?
Since 1 983, KGB provided funding for five direct-action missions.
One bombing and four assassinations by gunshot.
The Jackal was the operative used.
Not giving me much to work with, Preston.
We don't have much, sir.
Major Koslova's informers can't finger him.
They don't know who he is, CIA can't track him.
Then what?
Using KGB files, I've identified six operatives
we believe to have actually seen him.
Four are dead, one in Libya,
but the last is believed to be here in the United States.
A Basque separatist name Isabella Celia Zancona.
She might at least know what he looks like.
But we have no idea of her whereabouts.
BROWN: Well, someone must have.
Interpol says that in the '80s she was involved with
one Declan Joseph Mulqueen, an IRA sharpshooter.
The word is he burned out, sir.
They decided to get him out of Ireland entirely, shipped him over here.
In '89, he picked up twice 25 years for some old weapons trafficking charges.
He's serving time at a maximum-security state pen in Massachusetts.
BROWN: All right. Say he does know where she is.
What makes you think he'll talk to you?
PRESTON: I'm hoping he'll cooperate for a reduced sentence.
BROWN: But don't promise too much. After all, he's a terrorist.
(GRUNTING)
You got some visitors, Mulqueen.
What do you want with Isabella? She's done nothing here.
She entered the country illegally.
(SCOFFS)
What? The FBI's sending deputy directors out after illegal aliens?
Give over, Preston. Who you really looking for?
A pro. Calls himself "The Jackal."
That fellow.
(CHUCKLES) The mystery man.
We think she might have seen him and may be able to help us find him.
If so, we'll arrange a pardon for her
signed by the President of the United States.
And guarantee no extradition. We'd also guarantee the Spanish government
will never know her whereabouts.
They don't know now, do they?
And neither do you.
Let's keep it that way.
(PRISONERS SHOUTING)
Would it matter that you might be saving a human life?
And whose human life would I be saving that would be important enough for all this?
Mr. Donald Brown, Director of the FBI.
(CHUCKLING)
Wouldn't that be droll?
Look. We know that certain gang elements in this prison want you dead.
An entire government wants me dead, mister.
Yet here I am.
All right, smart ass, let's cut the bullshit.
You cooperate and we'll get you transferred to a minimum-security facility.
That's our deal.
And that's your only chance
to ever walk out of this goddamn place in one piece.
That's a one-time offer. Now take it or leave it.
Stuff it then, as many fucking times as you like.
Pardon the language. I've been in prison.
(SIGHS)
All right, what will it take for you to help us?
First, I'd have to be convinced Isabella would be kept safe.
Done.
Then you'd have to let me go.
Back to Ireland, a free man.
Out of the question.
Besides gunrunning, you're a known killer of British government personnel.
Not to mention all the women and children you've probably blown up.
It's not my war. I was never a bomber.
I don't see the distinction. You still took human lives.
The distinction is I killed in a war. Now I want to go home. Simple as that.
Simple for you, perhaps.
Look, even in Russia, soldiers go home when the treaty's signed, nyet?
Well, that's not gonna happen. Sorry.
All right, just the chance then.
Your best efforts to get me free.
I'll settle for your word on it.
Sorry.
So the Jackal's after your director, is he?
Best tell him to get his affairs in order
because nobody can save him now.
Nobody except me. Because I met him.
Oh, yeah, didn't I mention it?
I can identify him by his face, given the opportunity,
but more importantly, by his methods.
So you can leave Isabella out of this.
Did you work with him?
With him? No. No way.
Do you have a problem with this man?
That's between him and me.
Isabella Zancona is the only confirmed contact we have
and we will find her.
With or without your help.
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
I want three things. One, get me out of here.
I'm no use to you sitting here on my ass.
What's to keep you from trying to taking off?
(SCOFFS) Nothing.
Except I give you my word.
(LAUGHS)
Two, I go with you to meet Isabella.
Why?
I want to see her, is all.
And the third thing?
A decent razor.
PRESTON: Here's how it's gonna go, Mulqueen.
You will be searched on a random schedule.
And if we turn up as much as a paper clip that hasn't been authorized,
I'll send you right back to prison.
Same goes for using the telephone.
What? You don't trust me?
As far as I can throw you.
But I have little choice.
If you've got any thoughts about an IRA snatch,
we'll shoot to kill, them and you.
And not necessarily in that order. Understand?
I heard you.
Go along and we'll get along.
I'm gonna keep a real good eye on you.
(CHUCKLES)
Miss Koslova, is it?
Mmm-hmm.
What would your first name be then?
Major.
Major Koslova.
A wee bit rusty, that's all.
JACKAL: Subassembly of titanium, as light as the stresses will allow.
The arm's got to traverse 270 degrees.
Feed and drive mechanisms run on 21 0 amp servos.
The whole thing has got to run off 1 2-volt DC.
Okay. Yeah, it's a car battery. That's cool.
How much weight is the arm gonna have to support?
Fifty-five kilograms.
(CHUCKLES) It's a big fucker, yeah?
Hey, you want one?
No.
I'm gonna want this in eight days.
I can do that.
Okay.
How much?
(BELCHES)
Well, the titanium's gonna be a problem.
It's a listed material up here. It's gonna take some time,
a little more money.
$50,000?
I mean, like, well, 40. Forty grand.
All right. Half now, half on delivery.
This sucker's definitely gonna kick some ass, yeah?
Get this straight.
When you finish this unit, you're gonna turn over the plans and any scrap material.
You're gonna forget about Charlie Murdock and the tech specs on these plans.
Yeah. Shit, man, I'm cool.
Relax.
All right.
(DOG BARKING)
(RADIO DISPATCHER CHATTERING)
Are you nervous?
Eight years. That's a lifetime, isn't it?
MULQUEEN: Hello.
Mr. Decker, is it? Yes.
Yeah. Hello there. I'm Declan Mulqueen.
This is Major Koslova.
How do you do?
Hi.
We'd like to speak to your wife.
Izz, someone to see you.
(SIGHS)
(ISABELLA CHUCKLING)
I'll take the kids out back.
GIRL: Daddy, who's that?
My beautiful Irish...
(SIGHS)
(ISABELLA CHUCKLING)
They let me out to ask you something.
Sir, I was thinking maybe we could use the Zancona woman as insurance
in case Mulqueen gets happy feet.
Listen,
however he plays it, we play it straight.
Isabella Zancona's involvement remains classified.
That means nothing in the report.
No name, no location, nothing. Got it?
Yes, sir.
ISABELLA: I never knew his name, but he was definitely American.
He had some kind of special military training
where he learned Spanish, in El Salvador, I think.
I didn't like talking to him.
I suppose we were all dangerous people
but he was different.
I mean, Declan was fire, all passion. He had a cause.
This man was ice. No feeling, nothing.
Okay. Thank you, Mrs. Decker. You've been very helpful.
Incidentally, it would be best if you keep our conversation confidential,
even from your husband.
Don't worry about George.
He doesn't know anything about my past and he doesn't want to.
All he needs to know is that I love him.
I see. Well,
I thank you again.
I'll wait for you in the car.
This opens a locker at Norfolk Greyhound Terminal.
Inside is a clean passport and $1 0,000 cash.
Your friends left it with me in case you ever showed up.
Take it and go back to Ireland.
I can't.
What?
(SIGHS)
You gave your word? Huh?
(LAUGHS)
(SIGHS) Go now.
Once he kills whoever he's after, they'll send you back to prison.
When I believe that, I'll use the key.
(SIGHS)
(CHILDREN CHATTERING)
Are you happy at least?
Yes. I love my children.
And my husband, in my way, I mean.
Some nights I can close my eyes and sleep
(SIGHS)
and no dead faces come to wake me.
That's more than I ever had.
You wouldn't have me give that up, would you?
Give me some credit, will you?
She's Basque, isn't she?
Aye.
They say Basques live by the vendetta.
If they hate someone, it's to the death.
It's the same way when they love.
My first name is Valentina.
You have family in Russia?
My parents. My brother, in the navy.
Husband? Kids?
No. I have not found the time.
In truth, it's never been a conflict for me.
This is not a quality a man looks for in a woman.
(FLICKS LIGHTER)
By the way,
whatever Isabella gave you after I left,
I trust you won't use it until after our business is concluded.
Don't miss a thing, do you?
No, Mr. Mulqueen.
I see everything.
PRESTON: Maybe we should start by canceling your public appearances.
No, I don't think that's necessary. I mean, not yet.
This fellow's gonna need to make preparations. He'll need time.
How tight are the borders?
MAN: Mexico and Canada have...
Mr. Mulqueen? Something you'd like to share with us?
He'll likely be using four false identities.
Three will be on him, and one in reserve at a drop box somewhere.
At least that's the way he used to operate.
What matter if he has 40?
It's still one man. Might we not be creating a storm in a tea cup?
Exactly. I agree with you 1 00 percent.
(STAFF MURMURING)
Director Bolitonov.
Terek has always made doing his own killing a point of honor.
Usually very bloody and very public.
A statement, if you will.
So, if he's hired an outsider,
obviously, this is something he takes very seriously.
Until this Jackal is captured or killed,
I don't think we can afford to do any less.
MAN: Come on. Let's get real here, okay? I mean, it's one guy.
It's just one guy. Bolitonov's right.
With the assets in this room, the guy is as good as got.
That's if he doesn't go ahead and stick his dick in a wringer first,
like a lot of these clowns. Remember that guy? What was his name?
(MEN LAUGHING)
What's that, Mr. Mulqueen?
I'm sorry, Mr. Brown, but this man is no clown.
He knows all your moves, back to front.
Right now, you got a name. That's all you got.
The Jackal's got a target. You. He's got a timetable.
And as to making mistakes, he's spent 20 years in a trade that doesn't forgive error.
And he's prevailed.
You think he's the one who is up against us?
It's the other way around.
(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
Hi. Hi.
Can I buy you a drink?
Yeah.
(LAUGHING)
I think you should come home with me.
I'd love to
but I can't.
I have to go back to Atlanta
to finalize my very messy divorce.
Does she know?
She does now.
So how am I gonna see you again?
You could give me one of your cards.
You're not gonna call.
Douglas.
You just have to have a little faith in people, that's all.
Like I do.
(SIGHS)
(COUGHS)
(CAR ALARM BLARING)
(DOG BARKING)
(KOSLOVA GROANS)
(PISTOL COCKS) Open your shirt.
Easy now. Easy.
Now!
(GASPS)
Easy.
(WHISPERS) Open your shirt.
Easy now.
Souvenirs of British hospitality.
I apologize.
(HOLSTERS PISTOL)
No problem.
Oslo Travel came up with a James William Hayslip who flew from Toronto,
August 25, two days before the meeting with Terek.
We checked the Social Security number on his passport, and guess what?
It belongs to an inmate
committed to a mental institution in Virginia 1 2 years ago.
Now, Canadian Travel says he flew
to Montreal nine days ago.
JACKAL: Hello?
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
Hello?
MAN: Yeah? Yeah, Charlie Murdock.
Picking up a delivery, eh?
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
Invoice.
Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes.
It's a hot one, eh?
You can say that again.
(TRAIN WHISTLE BLARING)
Hi. I need to use one of your computers.
Sure. Any one.
Can I get online with this?
Yeah, sure.
(MODEM CONNECTING)
(COMPUTER BEEPS)
(TIRES SQUEALING)
(SCREWDRIVER WHIRRING)
Go check upstairs.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
(GRUNTS)
(GASPING)
Thank you.
Hayslip's disappeared.
Border Patrol has the passport photo, but nothing's shown up yet.
He's moved on. I told you.
One moment.
The only place we're sure he's been is Montreal.
What if he started using the next identity there?
I'm not following you.
Hayslip disappeared, that doesn't mean the Jackal did.
Perhaps something has happened.
Witherspoon, have the Montreal police go through their logs for the last 48 hours.
If he's on to the next name, it's because it's in the plan.
A man like this doesn't make mistakes.
No?
They always make one, somewhere.
Isn't that how you were caught?
Ouch.
(SIGHS)
(CHUCKLES)
What's her story, then?
Major Koslova
ends the debate about women in combat, as far as I'm concerned.
How's that?
When she saved my life and took out Terek's brother,
she did it knowing she'd be drawing a death sentence down on her own neck.
But when we offered to set her up someplace else when this is over,
you know what she said?
"The good guys don't hide."
(CHUCKLING)
Fierce woman.
(SIGHS) In that country, under that system...
Staggering.
MAN: Oh, shit, you know what? I couldn't get titanium.
So, I had a friend mould the base out of carbon fiber instead.
Came in 23 kilos under the weight you asked for.
Is that cool?
Yeah, that's great.
I'm still gonna want the plans, the mould and the scrap material. Remember?
Yeah. Um... Hmm.
Maybe we ought to talk about that.
Oh?
See, uh...
Well, I mean, this rig,
I figure it's to support something pretty heavy, right?
Like a Gatling gun, maybe?
Or a 20-millimeter cannon?
So you gotta be shooting at something pretty big, right?
Armored car, maybe?
Bank vault?
I don't know. You know, you could be shooting a fucking airliner for all I know.
But the point is,
a job like this can attract a lot of attention.
I don't want any attention.
Right, right. And that's why I'm saying.
I think the plans and mould are worth a little bonus.
How much?
I don't know.
$1 00,000?
Come on, man. You know it's worth it.
You got a serious piece of equipment there.
(CHUCKLES)
(SIGHS)
All right.
I'll get you $50,000 tomorrow.
I'm gonna need a place to test this, though. Someplace that won't draw any attention.
We got a place like that. We got a place just like that.
Target's in place. Man, I think I should have brought some beer.
(SIGHS)
Motherfuckin' motherfucker.
That motherfucker is state of the art!
Dude, I knew it was gonna be big.
I didn't know it was gonna be the fuckin' prototype cannon.
It's a fucking mole.
Damn.
Some hairy-looking rounds.
Made from depleted uranium.
It'll go through anything.
Once they get inside, they just spall.
Hell, yeah. They spall? Yeah.
They get in there, and they just...
That rocks.
Look at the friggin' lens on that thing.
Don't touch that.
It's got, like, a 2,000-mile zoom lens.
That thing is kick-ass.
Dude, is this thing a prototype, or what?
I bet you it cost you a shitload. That rocks.
Man, you rock.
(RINGING) Do you know what I'm saying?
Rock!
(LAUGHING)
(BEEPING)
Fucking thing kicks ass.
(BEEPS)
(KEYBOARD CLICKING)
Oh, yeah.
Bring on the spall, baby.
I can't wait to see the fuck... Lamont.
Close your mouth.
(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)
Smooth action, yeah?
(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)
Ready?
Yeah! Spall!
Well, at least
it took out the target.
No, it's off.
By at least three millimeters.
No. No, dude. That's precision craftsmanship.
LAMONT: It ain't off no three millimeters.
So, Lamont,
tell me how you sight in this thing automatically.
Uh, you just, uh, punch in the windage and the elevation you want and hit enter.
So you just kind of guestimate it, huh?
Basically guestimation.
And hit enter.
Uh-huh.
Hey, hey, hey! I give up!
(CHUCKLES) Well,
I guess the automatic sighting works.
Yeah.
I thought I was about to sprawl.
Well, Lamont, I'm gonna have to speed test it now.
Mmm. Speed test.
So, run.
(LAUGHING)
What do you mean?
I mean run, now.
Run to your right!
Get up. Get up!
All right, good! Oh, oh! Stop there!
Just stop there!
Turn around!
Hold out that pack of cigarettes!
Don't be afraid!
(WHIMPERING)
Stand very still!
(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)
Stand still!
(WHIMPERING)
(CRIES OUT)
I told you it was off.
(HOWLING)
Move over by the car!
Quick, before you pass out!
(SCREAMING)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
(DOOR OPENS)
Here we go, sir. Major. Mac.
Eleven days ago, Charles C. Murdock bought himself
a brand-new Dodge minivan.
Now, that was a big surprise to Mr. Murdock
whose passport and wallet were stolen 16 days ago at the Helsinki airport.
Anything from the border?
We sent a description of the van to every crossing from here to Manitoba.
I have something. Uphall Station. It's a small town outside Ottawa.
I think your man has been there.
Let's go.
The owner is Ian Lamont, small-time hood.
The coroner has what's left of him at Broxburn.
PRESTON: Yeah, we get the idea. Let's get to the shop.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
Hello. Think I got something here.
What is it?
This is a remote firing station.
See, it maneuvers a weapon.
The servos run off a remote control, like a model airplane.
We used to make these things for mortars or such,
but nothing like this size.
He needs a van just to move it around.
What would something this size be used for?
Antiaircraft? No, no, you can buy a mount for that.
No, a missile's the best thing for an aircraft.
No, this is for something else entirely.
Something with one hell of a range.
Not just the range, though.
See, if it is a gun, it's the cyclic rate.
You can send off 100 bullets before the first one ever hits the target.
MAN: Good thing about a boat like this is it sells itself.
It's a hell of a lot of boat for the money. It's got radar,
GPS, autopilot, auto-furling. You can take this baby out by yourself.
This has even got a cellular phone.
You can call your wife if you want to.
(CHUCKLING)
So, what do you think?
JACKAL: "Deja Vu. "
She's perfect.
MAN: Yes? Jackal.
They know about Hayslip.
They know you were in Canada, and they have an Irishman helping them.
Irishman's name?
Mulqueen.
Declan Mulqueen?
Declan Mulqueen.
The operation's still a go.
Declan.
MAN: Every crossing point and airport has his photograph, but RCMP has nothing.
On our side, the Border Patrol, the INS are both on the highest alert.
Again, nothing.
I mean, let's face it, you don't have to be Houdini
to make it across from Canada.
He probably walked across, for Christ's sake.
He won't be walking, I can tell you that.
He's got a weapon to move.
What kind of security patrols do you have on these?
The Great Lakes? Not a lot. No need.
People either drive or fly.
There are a few ferry services,
but we checked those out as well.
What about people with boats?
What kind of immigration controls do you have?
Arriving vessels have to check with the harbormaster.
Mmm. Voluntarily?
Yeah. No active enforcement.
(SIGHS) All right.
Say he does use a boat, he'll still want to mix with others.
Are there many gatherings to speak of?
Yeah, the Mackinaw Regatta is going on now.
It's the biggest regatta on Lake Michigan.
From where to where?
It starts in Mackinaw and it ends in Chicago.
(SINGING IN SPANISH)
Witherspoon, take Waveland.
Declan, Valentina, Chicago Yacht Club.
I'll take the locals. And remember,
it'll be an Ontario registered boat if it's here,
so look at everything and stay on your radios.
If you do find something, call in backup.
I want an arrest, not a fire fight.
(LOUD POPPING)
All right, let's get to it.
Preston, what about letting me have a gun?
Are you crazy?
If the right people knew I was letting you walk around without cuffs,
I'd get forced retirement.
No fucking gun.
So many people.
So many rich people.
Shall we dance?
He wouldn't give me a gun.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
He is hot.
(WOMEN GIGGLING)
WOMAN: He's mine. Back off.
Hey, you want some champagne?
Come on. Join us.
Maybe later.
Join us.
(FIRECRACKERS EXPLODING)
Declan!
Get out of the way!
Preston, can I talk to you?
Look, he saw me. He wasn't surprised.
Like he was expecting me.
One of your team is playing for the other side.
Impossible. I can vouch for every man on this team.
I'm telling you, you've got a traitor.
This is not the IRA.
We don't get infiltrators.
Somebody got to him.
Look, this is a manhunt, not your cause.
Don't make it personal.
What do you fucking know?
I'll tell you what I know.
I know the Jackal set you up in that arms deal in Libya.
I know Isabella was wounded when you walked into the trap.
I also know that it was the business you had chosen.
Did you also know that Isabella was pregnant when she got shot?
That our child didn't survive?
Don't tell me it's not personal, Mr. Preston.
I can't let you jeopardize us in a vendetta.
There's no vendetta.
All I hope for is a fresh start, you know?
Maybe it'll happen.
This was recorded at 1:00 a.m. this morning.
It's a call to a number in Brighton Beach, New York.
MAN: Item four.
At 1:05 p.m., Director Brown is scheduled to meet the First Lady
at a diplomatic reception at the White House
regarding the New Hope Hospital opening.
Other participants will be decided...
That information came out of this room.
Who? Whose voice is it on that tape?
Mine.
Mr. Ambassador,
we have arranged to hold a 9:00 p.m. Aeroflot flight to Moscow.
A car is waiting to drive Colonel Bolitonov to the airport.
How did you know whose phone to tap?
I didn't, so I tapped everybody's.
But I have diplomatic immunity.
Who authorized you to tap my telephone?
I did, Ambassador.
PRESTON: We're currently examining documents
taken from Director Bolitonov's apartment.
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
Get me a helicopter.
(PHONE RINGING)
(IN RUSSIAN ACCENT) Jackal.
WOMAN: Director Bolitonov is no longer contactable at this number.
All inquiries should be forwarded to...
KOSLOVA: This is only a precaution for a short while,
until we get this man.
You and your family will be safer in Washington.
ISABELLA: You don't really think you'll find him, because you won't.
Believe me, you can't.
It's our job to try.
And waste your time and maybe get killed for nothing?
(SIGHS) I began this.
I have to do what I can, so please get your family away.
Let's go.
Okay.
(PHONE BEEPS)
Everything okay?
Valentina's evacuating Isabella and her family
in case the Jackal knows where she lives.
Look, the director doesn't even know where Isabella lives.
I ordered Witherspoon to keep her out of the report.
No way Jackal knows.
Well, our Russian black-heart surely passed everything else to him, didn't he?
Here, look.
That's your phone number. That's Valentina's.
You know those two at the bottom?
The first one's the Russian Embassy.
The second one's...
Son of a bitch.
What?
This is an FBI access code.
(BEEPING)
WOMAN: FBI Data Center.
This is Special Agent Carter Preston.
My authorization number is 223578-Kilo. Shit!
I need a voice transcription of field report
November Alpha from 9-1 5 this year.
Agent filing, Witherspoon, Timothy I. And I'm in a hurry, operator.
I shouldn't have trusted you.
WITHERSPOON'S VOICE: Field report November Alpha filed 0900 hours...
Scroll.
To perform interview of subject Isabella Zancona
at the following address... Shit.
Witherspoon, you by-the-book asshole!
Shit!
I'm gonna check upstairs.
Witherspoon?
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Come out!
Please don't shoot me.
Just taking out the garbage.
I got one more trip.
Hurry.
We'll meet you at the front.
Yes, ma'am.
All locked up. Where's Witherspoon?
He's in the backyard, taking out the trash.
(HEAVY METAL MUSIC BLARING)
It's coming from the back. Let's go!
(GUNSHOTS)
Where is it coming from?
I don't know.
(GUN FIRES)
(TURNS OFF MUSIC)
Set to go off two minutes ago.
What the hell?
Where's McMurphy?
(MUSIC BLARING)
(GUN FIRING)
(MUSIC STOPS)
(GUN FIRES)
(GROANING)
(PANTING)
(GROANING)
(GRUNTS)
(PANTING)
Press here, hard. It'll slow the bleeding.
(GROANING)
See, that's bad.
Blood's almost black. That means the bullet's in your liver.
You got about 20 minutes to live.
If the pain gets too much, you can take your hand away
and you'll be dead in five minutes.
(CHUCKLES)
When Declan kills you, you think of me, okay?
(CHUCKLES)
(CHUCKLES) Okay.
I'll make a note of that.
(GRUNTS)
If you see Declan before you die,
you tell him that he can't protect his women.
(GASPS)
(COUGHING)
(POLICE CAR SIREN BLARING)
MAN: They're all right. Let them through.
Valentina?
You'll be fine. Huh?
Yeah. Hi.
Yeah. Declan...
It's all right, darling. You're gonna be fine.
I tried
to protect Isabella.
Oh, I know, I know. You did fine.
(SHUSHING)
He said to tell you,
say, "You can't protect your women."
Valentina.
(KOSLOVA GROANING)
Oh. No, Valentina. No, don't. Valentina!
Don't go. Stay. Stay with me.
(WHISPERING) Oh, Declan.
(GROANING)
Oh, Declan, it was him, wasn't it?
I thought this was all behind us.
(SIGHS)
Is this ever gonna end?
Yes. I promise you, it will end,
and I will end it.
Do you have a gun?
(INDISTINCT CHANTING)
MAN: Following a low-light helicopter insertion
a team could infiltrate the weapon to a point here,
covering the northern approaches and Route One.
If your weapon has nearly the range and cyclic rate you're advertising,
it could engage any ground vehicle and aircraft approaching the base.
He doesn't have a helicopter or a team to help him set up.
He's alone.
What do you say, Mulqueen?
Well, the only way he can make the kill and escape is from a distance.
So we make sure you're always secure indoors
with a perimeter of men outside your location.
And pick our battles?
Exactly.
Tying a noose, if you like.
When he makes his move,
we tighten the noose and we hang him.
Not exactly foolproof, I know, but it's the best we got.
The best we've got?
You have a call on line six.
Thank you.
This is Doug.
JACKAL: Told you I'd call.
DOUGLAS: Oh, hi. How are you?
You've just got to have a little faith in people, Douglas.
(CHUCKLES)
Okay. Well, okay. Now that I've got faith, are you busy tonight?
Are you here? You're in town, yes?
(POP MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR RADIO)
WEATHERMAN ON TV: ...feels like temperatures are gonna be...
Hello?
...next couple of days. No rain expected right now.
I'm home.
We are looking at the system that's moving into our area later on tonight...
I see you found the keys.
Where are you?
In the garage!
(TV CONTINUES PLAYING)
Wow. You dyed your hair.
Yeah.
Like it?
Yeah, sure.
You like Korean food?
Uh, sure. Yeah.
Dig in.
I thought we were gonna...
Oh, I'm sorry.
I thought we were gonna go out.
Yeah. Maybe later.
WOMAN NEWSCASTER: Thank you, Michael. Great weather report.
Recapping tonight's top story,
police are asking for your help in locating this man.
He's wanted in several states in connection with a series of brutal murders,
but police believe he's in the Washington area tonight.
The man is thought to be armed and extremely dangerous.
If you see him, police warn not to approach him,
but to notify authorities immediately.
TV WEATHERMAN: Temperatures around the area, like we said,
here at National Airport in the District, 89 degrees.
(GRUNTS)
If you're looking for some of the cooler temperatures,
head on out to the mountains...
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
WOMAN: (ON TV) You know, when I first moved here,
I realized I was living in someone else's house
and that's a huge burden.
You're invited to live in the White House for four years...
LARRY KING: So you feel like a renter in a sense?
Most definitely. With a lease that's renewable or...
John F. Kennedy said once that if somebody wanted to kill a public official,
they can get away with it as long as they're willing to pay the price.
It's impossible to provide 100 percent safety. Would you agree?
Certainly. I mean, there is no way around that,
but hopefully there aren't that many people who are willing to do that.
Preston!
PRESTON: Declan, what?
Do you remember Valentina said,
"A statement, public and brutal."
Now, it always bothered me. Why did he keep coming
when he knew we could protect the director,
especially once I got involved.
But he didn't abort. Why?
It didn't come together until I remembered what he said to Valentina.
"Tell Declan he can't protect his women."
Wasn't he referring to Isabella?
No. Any woman. All women.
But remember, "Public and brutal."
We're guarding the wrong person.
He's after the First Lady.
(SIREN BLARING)
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome.
I'm sure you're as happy as I am to be here today.
It's been a lot of hard work for a lot of us
but here we are, and we're about to celebrate.
And now it gives me great pleasure to introduce
the Surgeon General of the United States.
Madam Chairperson, ladies and gentlemen.
I'd like to chat with you today about the family.
She's already on the dais.
Secret Service wants to know what's going on.
Tell them.
No! No, they'll try to get her off the dais.
If they do that, he'll shoot off into the crowd.
We've worked long and hard to reach our goal,
and I must say that we certainly have accomplished what we set out to do
since we first began
with a seed of an idea.
It took many long and hard hours to...
Get the word?
Looking for a dark brown minivan and anything else that's out of its place.
The only minivan we found is this red one here.
I checked it out about 1 5 minutes ago.
They got a local parking permit, DC tags.
We can check it out again, if you want.
Nah. It's probably one of those safer-than-sorry, circle-jerk type deals.
(CHUCKLING) Yeah.
I'll see you.
You guys be safe.
(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)
Secret Service says the search came out negative.
They're on alert, but she's going to the podium.
Guess it's on us.
You'll need a gun.
Forget the laser.
You'll have to walk me through the optics on this thing.
I haven't shot a gun in a while.
SURGEON GENERAL: I can see by the warm and friendly faces out there
that this christening has been long anticipated.
Thanks to all of you who made this dream possible.
We've worked long and hard to reach our goal
and I must say that we certainly have accomplished what we set out to do.
(PHONE RINGS)
(BEEPING)
It's proof that when we set out to reach new heights, it can be done.
(BEEPING)
(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)
Go! Clear!
I'm going for the First Lady.
You're cleared to shoot on the weapon or the shooter.
Ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure
to introduce the First Lady of the United States.
It's a beautiful day for the beginning of New Hope.
All right. Go, go, go!
Give me the gun.
So that's how he plans to get out.
The phone, give me your phone.
(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)
(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)
But also right now there are police officers risking their very lives
to help kids stay out of trouble and off drugs.
(FIRST LADY CONTINUES CHATTERING)
MAN: He's clear.
But also right now, there are dedicated teachers
preparing lessons for a new day's class.
Red minivan, hillside by the trees.
One o'clock.
Jesus.
Range it.
SOLDIER: 750, 762 meters.
...but values his family.
(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)
(FIRST LADY CONTINUES CHATTERING)
(CROWD CLAMORING)
Right. I'm after him. You take out the minivan.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
Move it! Go, go, go!
(SIRENS BLARING)
Coming through!
Hey!
Look out! Coming through!
Excuse me. MAN: Watch it, man!
SUBWAY ANNOUNCER: Now arriving, the inbound train from Turnbull Station.
Please stand clear of the doors.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(WOMAN SCREAMS) No!
Shite!
ANNOUNCER: The next train departing Capitol Heights...
Come on!
(CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
Yeah, Capitol Heights.
(CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
Shit.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
Hey!
(CROWD SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING) Shut up!
Get out! Get out of here! Now!
(GIRL SCREAMS)
WOMAN: Run! MAN: Oh, my God! Don't stop! Keep going!
Give me your hand!
(WOMAN SOBBING)
GIRL: Help me, please!
Help me!
Say, "Help me, Declan."
Help me, Declan. Help me, Declan.
Help me, Declan!
(SOBBING) Please help!
Please, Declan, help me!
Please help me! Help!
Declan!
Louder! Help me, Declan!
Now tell me where the man with the gun is.
Around the corner.
Good girl, good girl, good girl.
What are you gonna do, Declan?
You just can't seem to protect any of your women.
Let her go. She has nothing to do with this.
Now, you can save this girl.
What's your name?
Maggie. Maggie. You can save Maggie, you see?
You can save her right now.
You just have to put down your little gun.
(JACKAL CRYING MOCKINGLY)
Okay?
(GIRL CONTINUES SOBBING)
Declan!
(GIRL SCREAMS)
(GUN FIRES) No!
(JACKAL CHUCKLING)
(MUFFLED SCREAM)
Go ahead. Take the shot.
(CRYING)
Oh, Maggie, you did so good. You did so good.
(CHUCKLING)
You're slipping, Declan.
(SIGHS)
Now let her go.
Step away from the gun.
Step away from the gun!
Ah, Maggie, Maggie.
You're so brave.
You'll remember this for the rest of your life.
Kneel down.
(WHISPERING) Kneel down.
(SIGHS)
Sorry, Declan.
(GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
(LOUD GROAN)
(CHOKING)
(GROANS)
(GROANING)
It's all right. It's okay.
ISABELLA: It's finished.
(GRUNTING)
I wonder if we'll ever know
who the hell he really was.
We know all we need to. He was evil.
He's dead and he's gone. Nothing more matters.
Sorry they didn't give you your pardon. You'll get minimum security.
It's like a country club.
By the way, Director Brown sends his warmest thanks.
Oh, that's nice. Look forward to playing tennis with him.
(LAUGHS)
Did I tell you I'm going back to Russia?
And I'm going to stay until Terek Murad rots in prison or in the grave.
She'd appreciate that.
I think so.
And Isabella?
Back safe with her family.
For good.
I know about that key she gave you.
I know you could have used it to take off any time you wanted to.
You've got one of those drop boxes, too, like the Jackal?
Did you read the paper today? I'm quite the hero because of you.
The agent who saved the First Lady.
(CHUCKLES)
I could screw everything else up for the rest of my life and still be
untouchable.
That a fact, then?
Going back to the drop box,
an operative with your experience
with a clean passport
a wad of cash.
I'll bet if you had taken off
(CHUCKLING)
we never would have found you.
Do you drink coffee?
Oh, no, that's right. They drink Guinness in Ireland.
I'll ask across the street. See if they've got any.
Coffee, I mean.
I'll be back in
30 minutes, okay?
Thanks, Declan, for everything.
No, thank you, Da.
(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING)
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