Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall.
Bringing to an end the Soviet empire...
and its 70-year experiment in Communism.
Yet while jubilation at the prospect of freedom...
The Russian Mafia has evolved into a world-class...
organized crime network with profits in billions,
including substantial U.S. Operations.
Announcing the unprecedented opening of an F.B.I. Legal attaché,
along with the first-ever joint U.S. And Russian law enforcement operation.
It's her.
Ghazzi's in the club. He's in position.
Okay. Op's a go. M.V.D. Only.
What is this? An American? Who the fuck are you?
Deputy Director Carter Preston,
- F.B.I. - F.B.I.
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 M.V.D.?
I swear I will kill you and your fucking whore mothers...
- if you don't get... - I repeat, you are advised...
Fuck you! Fuck you, you scar-faced cunt!
- Fuck you! - All right, that's enough!
It's never easy taking a life.
But you saved one too. Mine.
Thank you.
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.
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... 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...
I did what I could.
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?
So the American F.B.I. Declares war on us?
Then war it is.
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?
The M.V.D. Killed my brother.
For that, I will see they drown in blood.
But 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.
Seventy million.
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 or not.
Either way, I keep the initial payment. Agreed?
Okay.
Informants tell us Terek's put bounties on all M.V.D. And F.B.I. Personnel.
Deputy Director Preston and I have special bounties on our lives.
In two weeks, seven M.V.D. 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 pensione 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.
Every problem is a start...
The new lamination's the tricky part.
You got to use ethyl-acetone.
Nasty stuff. Gives you liver cancer.
And I use a disk drive to erase the magnetic strip.
It's perfect.
- Thank you. - You really do beautiful work.
- Oh, well, art comes in various guises. - Yes, it does.
- What do I owe you? - Right.
Well, I think your balance is about £375.
- This is £500. - Oh, thank you.
- Good luck with the baby. - Thank you.
- Cheers. - See you next time.
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.
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.
Good afternoon. How may we help you?
I'm interested in an intermediate-range system, high cyclic rate.
- What caliber? - No smaller than 7.62.
Available:
I prefer non-U.S. Equipment, single-parallel system.
Available: Yugoslav 20-millimeter...
1955 cannon.
Too heavy.
Available: Polish ZSU-33 electric, 14.5 millimeter.
Cyclic rate: 1,400 rounds per minute.
Interested.
Effective combat range: 3,500 meters.
Muzzle velocity: 1,700 meters per second.
I'll take it.
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.
"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?"
"Who are you?"
"You fucking Jackal."
"Why you hanging around? Revive him."
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?
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.
From time to time, he was K.G.B. Asset.
- Do you have a name? - No name.
Payments were made to the contracting organization...
or a Hong Kong bank account.
No K.G.B. Member has ever seen him.
Do we know if he ever operated in the U.S.?
No. But Politovsky's briefcase...
contained biographical material...
on your Donald Brown, Director of the F.B.I.
Jesus Christ. This guy's going for the gold, huh?
- Get him on the phone for me. - Yes, sir.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
- Purpose of your visit to Canada? - Steelhead.
- Hmm? - Fishing.
Enjoy your stay, Mr. Hayslip.
Thank you. I will.
I'll give you a good deal on this minivan.
It's brand-new. It's fully loaded.
We've even got a six-disk CD changer for you.
The only thing I need now is your driver's license, your credit card.
I'll check this with the credit manager.
- Everything should be okay, Mr. Murdock. - Oh, make it Charlie, eh?
- All right, Charlie. See you in a sec. - Take your time.
I want this op close-hold, no publicity.
Put a working group together: State, C.I.A., Secret Service, Russian embassy.
They'll have daily progress reports,
9:00 p.m. Every evening, this office.
Major Koslova, anything else?
Since 1983, K.G.B. 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,
- C.I.A. Can't track him. - Then what?
Using K.G.B. Files, I've identified six operatives...
we believe to have actually seen him.
Four are dead, one is in Libya, but the last is believed to be in the United States.
A Basque separatist name Isabella Celia Zancona.
She might know what he looks like.
- But we have no idea of her whereabouts. - Someone must.
Interpol says that in the '80s she was involved...
with Declan Joseph Mulqueen, an I.R.A. Sharpshooter.
The word is he burned out. They decided to get him out of Ireland, shipped him here.
In '89, he picked up twice 25 years for some old weapons trafficking charges.
He's currently serving time at a maximum-security state pen in Massachusetts.
Say he does know where she is. What makes you think he'll talk to you?
I'm hoping he'll cooperate for a reduced sentence.
Don't promise too much. After all, he's a terrorist.
You got some visitors, Mulqueen.
What do you want with Isabella? She's done nothing here.
She entered the country illegally.
What? The F.B.I.'s sending deputy directors out after illegal aliens?
Give over, Preston. Who you really looking for?
A pro. Calls himself the Jackal.
Oh, that fella.
The mystery man.
We think she 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.
Would it matter that you might be saving a human life?
And whose human life would be important enough for all this?
Mr. Donald Brown, Director of the F.B.I.
Wouldn't that be droll?
Look, we know that certain gang elements in this prison want you dead.
The 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 walk out of this 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.
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, 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?
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,
'cause nobody can save him now.
Nobody except me. 'Cause I met him.
Yeah, didn't I mention it?
I can identify him by his face, given the opportunity.
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.
Well, 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 me arse.
What's to keep you from trying to take off?
Nothing.
Except I give you my word.
Two:
I go with you to meet Isabella.
Why?
I want to see her is all.
And the third thing?
A decent razor.
Here's how it's gonna go, Mulqueen.
You will be searched on a random schedule.
If we turn up a paper clip that hasn't been authorized, I'll send you 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 I.R.A. 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.
Miss Koslova, is it?
Mm-hmm.
What would your first name be then?
Major.
Major Koslova.
A wee bit rusty, that's all.
Subassembly of titanium, as light as the stresses will allow.
The arm's got to traverse 270 degrees.
Feed and drive mechanisms run on 210 amp servos.
The whole thing's gotta run off 12-volt D.C.
Okay. Yeah, it's a car battery. That's cool.
How much weight is the arm gonna have to support?
Fifty-five kilograms.
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?
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.
Fifty grand?
I mean, like, forty. 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.
Are you nervous?
Eight years. That's a lifetime, isn't it?
Hello.
- Mr. Decker, is it? - Yes.
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.
I'II, uh...
I'll take the kids out back.
Daddy, who's that?
My beautiful Irish...
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.
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.
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. 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 $10,000 cash.
Your friends left it with me in case you ever showed up.
- Take it and go back to Ireland. - Come on, Daddy.
- Daddy. - I can't.
What?
You gave your word?
Huh?
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.
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...
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.
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.
Maybe we should start by canceling your public appearances.
No, I don't think that's necessary. I mean, not yet.
This fella's gonna need to make preparations. He's gonna need time.
- How tight are the borders? - Mexico and Canada have...
Mr. Mulqueen? Something you'd like to share?
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 100 percent.
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.
Come on. Let's get real here. It's one guy.
It's just one guy. Bolitonov's right.
With the assets in this room, the guy's as good as got.
That's if he doesn't stick his dick in a wringer first, like a lot of these clowns.
You remember that guy? What was his name?
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's up against it?
It's the other way around.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Can I buy you a drink? - Yeah.
I think you should come home with me.
I'd love to...
but I can't.
I have to go back to Atlanta...
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.
Open your shirt.
- Easy now. Easy. - Now!
Easy.
Open your shirt.
Easy now.
Souvenirs of British hospitality.
I apologize.
- 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 12 years ago.
Now, Canadian Travel says he flew...
to Montreal nine days ago.
Hello?
- Yeah? - Yeah, Charlie Murdock.
Picking up a delivery, eh?
Invoice.
Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes.
- It's a hot one, eh? - You can say that again.
Hi. I need to use one of your computers.
Sure. Any one.
Can I get on line with this?
Yeah. Sure.
Go check upstairs.
Thank you.
Hayslip's disappeared.
Boarder 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.
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."
Fierce woman.
In that country, under that system...
Staggering.
Oh, shit, you know what? I couldn't get titanium.
So I had a friend mold 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 mold and the scrap material.
- Remember? - Yeah.
Um... hmm.
- Maybe we ought to talk about that. - Oh?
See, uh... Well, this rig...
I figure it's to support something pretty heavy, right?
Like a Gatling gun, maybe?
Or a 20-millimeter cannon?
You gotta be shooting at something pretty big, right?
Armored car, maybe? Bank vault?
I don't 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.
That's why I'm saying I think the plans and mold are worth a little bonus.
- How much? - I don't know.
A hundred grand?
Come on, man. You know it's worth it.
You got a serious piece of equipment there.
All right.
I'll get you 50 grand 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. Oh, man, I should've brought some beer.
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 fuckin'...
Damn. Some hairy-lookin' rounds.
Made from depleted uranium. Go through anything.
- Once they get inside, they just spall. - Hell, yeah.
They spall? 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.
Do you know what I'm sayin'?
Rock!
Fuckin' thing kicks ass.
Oh, yeah. Bring on the spall, baby.
- I can't wait to see the fuck... - Lamont.
Close your mouth.
Smooth action, yeah?
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.
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 "guesstimate" it, huh?
Basically "guesstimation."
- And hit enter. - Uh-huh.
Hey, hey, hey! I give up!
Well,
- I guess the automatic sighting works. - Yeah.
- I thought I was about to sprawl. - Well, Lamont,
gonna have to speed-test it now.
- Mmm. Speed test. - So...
run.
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!
Stand very still!
Stand still!
Told you it was off.
Move over by the car!
Quick, before you pass out!
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.
Yeah, we get the idea. Let's get to the shop.
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, uh, like a model airplane.
We used to make these things for mortars or such,
but nothin' 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 a hundred bullets...
before the first one ever hits the target.
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, G.P.S., autopilot, auto-furling.
You can take this baby out by yourself.
Hell, this has even got a cellular phone.
You can call your wife, if you want to.
So, what do you think?
"Deja Vu."
She's perfect.
- 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.
Every crossing point and airport has his photograph,
but R.C.M.P. Has nothing.
Our Border Patrol, the I.N.S. Are both on the highest alert.
Again, nothing.
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.
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?
Uh, it starts in Mackinaw and it ends in Chicago.
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 firefight.
All right, let's get to it.
Preston, what about lettin' 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 fuckin' gun.
- So many people. - So many rich people.
Shall we dance?
He wouldn't give me a gun.
Hey, you want some champagne?
- Come on. Join us. - Maybe later.
Join us.
Declan!
Move! Get out of the way!
Preston, can I talk to you?
Look, he saw me. He wasn't surprised.
Like he was expectin' 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 I.R.A.
- 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 fuckin' 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.
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.
We're currently examining documents taken...
from Director Bolitonov's apartment.
Shame
Such a shame
I think I kinda lost myself again
Send a helicopter.
Day
Yesterday
Really should be leavin' yet I stay
Jackal.
Director Bolitonov is no longer contactable at this number.
All inquiries should be forwarded to...
This is only a precaution for a short while,
until we get this man.
You and your family will be safer in Washington.
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?
I began this.
I have to do what I can, so please get your family away.
Let's go.
Okay.
Everything okay?
Valentina is 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 blackheart 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 F.B.I. Access code.
F.B.I. 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 9-15 this year.
Agent filing: Witherspoon, Timothy I.
And I'm in a hurry, Operator.
I shouldn't have trusted you.
Field report November Alpha, filed 0900 hours...
- Scroll. - ...perform interview of subject...
- Isabella Zancona at the following address: - Shit!
Witherspoon, you by-the-book asshole!
Shit!
Gonna check upstairs.
Witherspoon?
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.
It's coming from the back. Let's go!
- Where is it coming from? - I don't know.
Set to go off two minutes ago.
What the hell?
Where's McMurphy?
Press here, hard. It'll slow the bleeding.
Well.
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.
When Declan kills you, you think of me, okay?
Okay.
I'll make a note of that.
If you see Declan...
before you die, you tell him...
that he can't protect his women.
They're all right. Let 'em through.
Valentina?
You'll be fine.
- Oh? - Yeah.
- Declan...
- It's all right, darlin'. You're gonna be fine. - I tried...
I tried...
protect...
- Isabella. - Oh, I know, I know.
You did fine. Shh.
He said to tell you, say,
"You can't protect your women."
- Valentina. - Yeah.
Oh, no. No, Valentina.
No, don't. Valentina!
Don't go. Stay. Stay with me.
Oh, Declan.
It was him, wasn't it?
I thought this was all behind us.
Is this ever gonna end?
Yes. I promise you, it will end,
and I will end it.
Do you have a gun?
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. - Told you I'd call.
Oh, hi. How are you?
You've just gotta have a little faith in people, Douglas.
Okay. Well, okay.
Now that I've got faith, are you busy tonight?
Are you here? You're in town, yes?
...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!
- Wow. You dyed your hair. - Yeah.
- Like it? - By tomorrow, mostly sunny again.
Yeah, sure.
You like Korean food?
Uh, sure. Yeah.
- Dig in. - High tomorrow: A little bit warmer than normal.
We'll call it between 90 and 95.
I, um... I thought we were gonna, um...
Oh, I'm sorry.
So what you can expect over the next six or seven days...
I thought we were gonna go out.
Yeah. Maybe later.
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.
Temperatures around the area, like we said,
here at National Airport in the District, 89 degrees.
If you're looking for some of the cooler temperatures,
head on out to the mountains.
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, and so...
So you feel like a renter in a sense?
Most definitely. With a lease that's renewable or, uh...
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% safety. Would you agree? - Certainly.
There is no way around that, but hopefully,
there aren't that many people who are willing to do that.
- Preston! - Declan, what?
Do you remember Valentina said,
"A statement, public and brutal."
Now, it always bothered me.
Why did he keep comin' when he knew...
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 guardin' the wrong person. He's after the First Lady.
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 place.
The only minivan we found is this red one here.
Checked it out about 15 minutes ago.
They got a local parking permit, D.C. Tags.
We can check it out again, if you want.
Nah. It's probably one of those safer-than-sorry, circle jerk type deals.
- Yeah. - I'll see ya.
You guys be safe.
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.
Haven't shot a gun in a while.
I can see by the warm and friendly faces out there...
that this christening...
has been long anticipated.
Thanks to all of you, we 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.
It's proof that when we set out to reach new heights, it can be done.
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.
But also right now,
there are police officers risking their very lives...
to help kids stay out of trouble and off drugs.
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.
Seven hundred and fifty, seven hundred and sixty-two meters.
...but values its family.
Right. I'm after him. You take out the minivan.
Move it! Go, go, go!
Clear out!
- Coming through! - Hey! Hey!
Look out! Coming through!
- Excuse me. - Watch it, man!
Now arriving, the inbound train from Turnbull Station.
Please stand clear of the doors.
No!
Shite!
The next train departing Capitol Heights...
...Capitol Heights and...
Shit.
Hey.
Shut up!
Get out! Get out of here!
- Run! - Oh, my God! Don't stop! Keep going!
Give me your hand!
Please.
Help me, please!
Help me!
- Say, "Help me, Declan." - Help me, Declan.
- Help me, Declan!
Please help.
Please, Declan, help me!
Please help me! Help!
Declan!
Louder!
- Help me, Declan! - Help me, Declan!
Now tell him where I'm aimin' the gun.
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? - M-Maggie.
Maggie. You can save Maggie, you see?
You can save her right now.
You just have to put down your little gun.
Okay?
Declan!
No!
Go ahead. Take the shot.
Oh, Maggie, you did so good. You did so good.
You're slippin', Declan.
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.
Sorry, Declan.
It's all right. It's okay.
It's finished.
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.
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've 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.
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 bet if you had taken off,
We never would've found you.
Do you drink coffee?
Oh, no, that's right. They drink Guinness in Ireland.
I'II, uh, ask across the street. See if they've got any.
Coffee, I mean.
I'll be back in...
thirty minutes, okay?
Thanks, Declan, for everything.
No, thank you, Da.
Shame
Such a shame
Really should be leavin'
But I stay
Say
Say my name
Need a little love to ease the pain
It's easy to remember when it came
'Cause it feels like I've been
I've been here before
You're not my savior
But I still don't go
Feels like somethin'
That I've done before
I will fake it
But I still want more
Fade
Made to fade
Passion's overrated anyway
Say
Say my name
Need a little love to ease the pain
It's easy to remember when it came
'Cause it feels like I've been
I've been here before
You're not my savior
But I still don't go
It feels like somethin'
That I've done before
I can't fake it
But I still want more