The Jackal

This film contains very strong language and prolonged violent scenes.

RONALD REAGAN: Mr Gorbachev, tear down this wall!

RUSSIAN COMMENTARIES OVERLAP

'...bringing to an end the Soviet empire

'and its 70-year experiment in communism. While jubilation at...

'..corruption and economic misery causing a tidal wave of crime.'

'The Russian mafia has evolved into a class-organised crime network

'with profits in billions, including some substantial US operations.'

'..the unprecedented opening of an FBI legal attache office in Moscow

'and the first ever joint US and Russian law enforcement operation.'

CONVERSATION IN RUSSIAN

Look.

CAMERAS CLICK

LOUD DISCO MUSIC

'Ghazzi's in the club. He's in position.'

OK. Op's a go. MVD only.

SCREAMING

MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY

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. Take your bitch and get the fuck out of here.

-You think I'm afraid of the MVD?!

-HE LAUGHS

LAUGHTER

I swear I will kill you and your fucking whore mothers.

You are advised not to resist.

Fuck you, you skull-faced cunt!

-Fuck you!

-That's enough!

SCREAMING

GUNSHOT

SCREAMING

SIRENS

SHOUTING IN BACKGROUND

It's never easy, taking a life.

But you saved one, too.

Mine.

Thank you.

We had no warning. They must have ambushed our men outside.

Before we knew it, there were militia with guns in every corner.

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, we didn't stand a chance. There were 30 of them.

Yes, but how many did you kill?

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 militia pigs and American scum kill my brother,

without killing one in return.

OK. 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?

Hm?

-HE CHUCKLES:

-So, the American FBI declares war on us.

Then, war it is.

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 apologise for keeping you waiting.

I had some other business to dispose of.

So much wasted time, confusing motion with accomplishment. A drink?

IN RUSSIAN

TURNS OFF TV

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. One 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.

If you want me to do this, you must pay me.

How much?

American dollars.

All cash, of course.

Half now, half upon completion.

Seventy million.

HE CHUCKLES

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.

Find a place outside Russia to hide until the mission is over.

If this leaks, I choose whether to continue or not.

Either way, I keep the initial payment. Agreed?

OK.

Informants say Terek has bounties on all MVD and FBI personnel.

Deputy Director Preston and I

have special bounties on our lives.

In two weeks, seven MVD operatives were killed.

We're getting to him.

Informants say it's just the start. He's planning something dramatic.

Last week, Terek and his two top men were seen at a pension

in Porvoo, near Helsinki.

They've been there ever since, taking the entire third floor.

All former Spetsnaz, nine in all.

No-one's left the building in five days. Their contact with the world

is this man. Victor Politovsky.

He goes to the Porvoo post office, twice a day, for Terek's mail.

-Contact Interpol. Find out about Politovsky.

-Yes, sir.

Terek's men are notoriously hard to turn out.

We must conduct any interrogation

-with the utmost efficiency. Good day to you, Mr Preston.

-Sir.

I don't think I want to know what that means.

MUSIC: "Star" by Primal Scream

The new lamination is tricky.

You got to use ethyl acetone.

Nasty stuff. Gives you liver cancer.

And I used a disk drive to erase the magnetic strip.

It's perfect.

Thank you.

You really do beautiful work.

Art comes in various guises.

Yes, it does. What do I owe you?

Right. 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?

-Put the deposit in the Macao and Panama accounts.

-And the balance?

Leave it here, in dollars.

Open a Luxembourg account

and get some American credit cards. I'll send you names.

I'll overnight the cards to your box in Montreal.

Oh! This also came in the draft.

Yes. I need to use your computer.

-Of course. Everything's ready for you.

-Thank you.

COMPUTER:

Good afternoon. How may we help you?

I'm interested in an intermediate range system, high cyclic rate.

Man portable?

Compact. A vehicle-mounted unit.

What calibre?

No smaller than 7.62.

Available - 7.62mm

M-134 electric Gatling gun.

I prefer non-US equipment. Single-parallel system.

Available - Yugoslav 20mm

19/55 cannon.

Too heavy.

Available - Polish ZSU-33 electric 14.5mm,

cyclic rate, 1400 rounds per minute.

Interested.

Effective combat range, 3500m.

Muzzle velocity, 1700m per second.

I'll take it.

Cost will be 200,000 dollars US.

Transfer funds in the usual manner -

half now, half on delivery - to this address.

Letterham Shipping, Montreal, Quebec, Canada.

GIH 876.

Client name - Murdoch, Charles C.

SHOUTING

CRIES OF PAIN

VALENTINA TRANSLATES

"What are they planning? Why is Terek in Finland?"

"The Americans. Killed."

"Example. Jackal."

"What Jackal? It doesn't make sense."

"What are they planning?"

"Who are you?"

SCREAMS AND SHOUTS

"You fucking jackal."

"Why are you hanging around? Revive him!"

Jesus!

Drug-assisted interrogation is 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. An assassin.

But we've never been able to prove

if he even exists.

DOOR SHUTS

From time to time, he was KGB asset.

Do you have a name?

No. Payments were made to the contracting organisation

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

material on Donald Brown, Director of the FBI.

Jesus Christ!

This guy's going for the gold.

Get him on the phone for me.

Yes, sir.

-Morning.

-Morning.

Purpose of your visit to Canada?

-Steelhead.

-Hm?

Fishing!

STAMPS PASSPORT

Enjoy your stay, Mr Hayslip.

Thank you. I will.

You got a good deal on the mini-van. It's brand new and fully loaded.

I just need your driver's licence

and credit card, and everything should be OK, Mr Murdoch.

Make it Charlie!

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, CIA, Secret Service, Russian Embassy.

They'll have daily progress reports, 9pm every evening, this office.

Major Koslova? Anything else?

Since 1983, 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.

We don't have much, sir.

Major Koslova's informers don't know who he is. CIA can't track him.

Then what?

Using KGB files, I've found six operatives we think have seen him.

Four are dead, one is in Libya and one may be here in the US.

A Basque separatist named Isabella Celia Zancona.

She might know what he looks like. But we don't know where she is.

Someone must.

In the 80s, she was involved with Declan Joseph Mulqueen.

IRA sharpshooter.

Word is, he burned out. They shipped him here from Ireland.

In 89, he picked up twice 25 years for old weapons trafficking charges.

He's now serving time in Massachusetts.

-BROWN:

-If he knows where she is, why would he tell you?

-PRESTON:

-He may co-operate 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.

She entered the country illegally.

What?! The FBI is sending deputy directors out after illegal aliens?!

Who are you really looking for?

A pro. Calls himself the Jackal.

Oh. That fella.

The mystery man.

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.

No extradition. The government of Spain will never know where she is.

They don't now, do they? And neither do you.

Let's keep it that way.

You might be saving a human life.

Whose life? Must be someone important!

Mr Donald Brown, Director of the FBI.

Wouldn't that be droll!

Look. We know certain gangs in the prison want you dead.

An entire government wants me dead, mister. Yet, here I am.

Cut the bullshit. If you co-operate,

we'll transfer you to a minimum security facility.

Your only chance to ever walk out of this goddamn place in one piece.

Take it or leave it.

Stuff it. 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 know 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 gun-running, you killed British government personnel.

And women and children.

That's not my war! I was never a bomber!

What's the distinction? You took human lives.

In a war. I simply want to go home.

Simple for you, perhaps.

In Russia, soldiers go home when the treaty is signed.

That won't 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?

Tell him to get his affairs in order. Nobody can save him, now.

Nobody but me. Cos I've met him!

Oh, yeah. Didn't I mention it?

HE SIGHS

I can identify him. By his face, given the opportunity.

But more importantly, by his methods.

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.

OK. OK. OK.

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 taking off?

Nothing! But I give you my word.

-HE LAUGHS

-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 will go.

You will be searched, randomly.

If we find so much as a paperclip, you go back to prison.

Same goes for using the telephone.

You don't trust me?

No. But I have little choice.

If you're considering 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.

Miss Koslova, is it?

Mm-hm.

What would your first name be, then?

Major.

Major Koslova.

I'm a wee bit rusty. That's all!

Sub-assembly of titanium, as light as stresses will allow.

The arm must traverse 270 degrees.

Feed and drive mechanisms run on two ten-amp servos. Run off a 12-volt DC

Yeah. A car battery. That's cool.

What weight does the arm support?

55 kilograms.

-LAUGHS:

-That's a big fucker, yeah?! You want one?

No.

I want this in eight days.

-I can do that.

-Good.

How much?

HE BELCHES

Well, the titanium will be a problem.

It's a listed material, up here. That will take time and money.

Fifty grand?

I don't know. Like, well...forty. Forty grand.

All right. Half now. Half on delivery

This sucker will kick some ass!

All right. When you finish, I get the plans and scrap material.

You'll forget about Charlie Murdoch and these plans.

Yeah. Shit, man! I'm cool. Relax!

All right.

DOG YAPS

POLICE RADIO IN BACKGROUND

Are you nervous?

Eight years. That's a lifetime, isn't it?

Hello.

-Mr Decker?

-Yes?

Hello, there. I'm Declan Mulqueen.

And this is... Major Koslova.

How do you do?

-Hi.

-We'd like to speak to your wife.

Is? Someone to see you.

I'll er...take the kids out back.

My beautiful Irish!

They've let me out to ask you something.

We could use the Zancona woman as insurance

in case Mulqueen gets happy feet.

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 special military training and he learned Spanish.

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.

OK. Thank you, Mrs Decker.

You've been very helpful.

Keep our conversation confidential, please. Even from your husband.

Don't worry. George doesn't know about my past, and 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.

I can't.

What? Oh!

Oh! You gave your word?

Hm?

Go now! Once he's killed his prey, they'll send you back to prison.

When I believe that, I'll use the key.

CHILDREN'S VOICES IN BACKGROUND

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 is 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.

You don't miss a thing, do you?!

No, Mr Mulqueen. I see everything.

Maybe we should cancel your public appearances.

Oh, no! That's not necessary yet.

This fella has to make preparations. He'll need time.

How tight are the borders?

HE WHISPERS

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 a drop box, somewhere.

What if he has 40? It's one man.

Might we be creating a storm in a teacup?

Exactly. I agree with you 100%.

Director Bolitonov, for Terek, doing his own killing is a point of honour

Usually very bloody and very public. A statement, if you will.

If he hired an outsider, this must be something

that he takes very seriously.

Until this Jackal is captured or killed, we can't do any less.

Oh, come on! Get real, here! I mean, it's one guy.

It's just one guy. Bolitonov's right.

With the assets in this room, he is got.

If he doesn't screw up, like a lot of these clowns. Remember that guy?

LAUGHTER

What's that, Mr Mulqueen?

I'm sorry, Mr Brown, but this man is no clown.

He knows your moves, back to front.

Right now, you got a name. That's all.

The Jackal has a target. You.

He's got a timetable,

and has prevailed 20 years in a trade that doesn't forgive error.

You think he's the one who's up against it?

It's the other way round.

LOUD DANCE MUSIC

Hi.

Can I buy you a drink?

Yeah.

LAUGHTER

Ooh!

I think you should come home with me.

I'd love to,

but I can't.

I have to go back to Atlanta and finalise my very messy divorce.

Does she know?

She does, now.

So, how am I going to 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.

ALARM

Hm!

Open your shirt.

-Easy, now.

-NOW!

Oh!

Easy.

Open your shirt.

Easy, now.

Souvenirs of British hospitality.

I apologise.

No problem.

Oslo travel came up with a James Hayslip who flew from Toronto

two days before the meeting with Terek.

We checked his passport number, and guess what?

It belongs to an inmate committed to a mental institution

12 years ago.

Now, Canadian travel says he flew to Montreal, nine days ago.

Hello!

Mm-hm? Oui.

-Hello!

-Yeah?

-Charlie Murdoch.

Picking up a delivery. Eh?

Invoice?

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

-It's hot!

-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.

TYRES SCREECH

Go check upstairs.

TRICKLING SOUND

Thank you.

Hayslip's disappeared.

Border patrol has a passport photo but nothing's showed up.

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 don't follow you.

Hayslip disappeared, but maybe not the Jackal.

Perhaps something has happened.

Witherspoon, have the Montreal police check their logs.

If he's on to the next name, it's planned. He doesn't make mistakes.

No. They always make one. Somewhere.

Isn't that how you were caught?

Ouch!

What's her story?

Major Koslova...

ends the debate about women in combat.

How's that?

She saved my life and took out Terek's brother.

She knew she'd get a death sentence for doing it.

But when we offered to set her up somewhere 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 moulded the base out of carbon fibre instead.

It's 23 kilos under the weight you wanted. Is that cool?

Great. But I still want the plans,

the mould and scrap material.

Yeah... Um..

Hm. Maybe we ought to talk about that.

Oh?

See, er...

Well, this rig. I figure it supports something pretty heavy, right?

Like a... Gatling gun, maybe?

Or a 20mm cannon? So, you must be shooting at something pretty big.

An armoured 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 attention.

Right. And that's why I'm saying,

I think the plans and mould are worth a bonus.

How much?

I don't know. Uh... Hundred grand?

Come on, man! You've got a serious piece of equipment, there.

Yeah! All right!

I'll get you 50 grand tomorrow.

I need to test this. Someplace that won't draw any attention.

We got a place just like that!

Target's in place! Man! You know, I should have brought some beer!

Oh!

Motherfucking motherfucker!

That motherfucker is state of the art!

Dude, I knew it would be big, but not the fucking prototype cannon!

It's a fucking monster! Damn! Some hairy-looking rounds!

Made from depleted uranium. Go through anything. Once they're in,

they just spall.

Hell, yeah, they spall! They get in there and just...

That rocks! Look at the friggin' lens on that thing!

Don't touch that!

It's got a 2,000-mile zoom lens!

That thing is kick-ass!

Dude, is this a prototype or what?

I bet you it cost you a shitload. That rocks!

Man, you rock! Do you know what I'm saying?!

-ROCK!

-HE LAUGHS

That thing kicks ass!

Ah, yeah!

Bring on the spall! I can't wait -

Lamont!

Close your mouth.

-HE LAUGHS

-Smooth action, yeah?

Ready?

LOUD RETORT

Yeah! Spall!

Well, at least...

it took out the target.

No. It's off. By at least three millimetres.

Nah, dude! That's precision craftsmanship.

It ain't off no three millimetres.

So, Lamont.

How do you sight it automatically?

You just punch in the windage and elevation you want, and hit enter.

You just guesstimate it, huh?

Basically, a guesstimation.

Then hit enter?

Uh-huh.

Hey! I give up!

LAUGHS

I guess the automatic sighting works.

I thought I was about to sprawl!

Well, Lamont, we have to speed test it, now.

Speed test!

Run!

-HE LAUGHS

-What do you mean?!

I mean, run! Now!

HE SHOUTS: Run to your right!

Get up!

GET UP!

All right! Good! Whoa! Stop there!

Just stop there!

Turn around! Hold out that pack of cigarettes!

Don't be afraid!

Stand very still!

Stand still!

I told you it was off.

ARGHHHHH!

Move over by the car! Quick! Before you pass out!

Here we go, sir. Major. Mac.

Eleven days ago, Charles C Murdoch bought a new Dodge mini-van.

Now, that was a big surprise to Mr Murdoch,

whose passport and wallet were stolen, 16 days ago in Helsinki.

Anything from the border? We sent out a description of the van.

Uphall Station. A small town outside Ottawa.

I think your man was there.

Let's go.

The owner is Ian Lamont, small-time hood.

The coroner has what's left of him.

We get the idea. Let's get to the shop.

Hello! I think we got something, here.

What is it?

A remote firing station. It manoeuvres the weapon.

It runs off a remote control, like a model aeroplane.

We used to make these things for mortars, but nothing like this size!

This... He needs the van just to move it around!

What would something this size be used for?

-Anti-aircraft?

-You can buy a mount.

A missile's best for an aircraft. This is for something else.

Something with one hell of a range.

Not just the range, though. If it is a gun, it's the cyclic rate.

You can send off 100 bullets before the first one ever hits the target.

This boat sells itself. It's a hell of a lot of boat for the money.

It's got radar, GPS, autopilot. You can take it out by yourself! Hell!

It even has a cellular phone. You can call your wife, if you want to.

-HE CHUCKLES

-So. What do you think?

Deja Vu!

She's perfect.

-RUSSIAN ACCENT:

-'Yes?'

-Jackal.

'They know about Hayslip and that you are in Canada.'

-'They have an Irishman helping them.'

-Irishman's name?

'Mulqueen.'

Declan Mulqueen?

'Declan Mulqueen.'

The operation is still a go.

Declan Mulqueen!

Every crossing point and airport has his photo.

Border patrol and INS are on the highest alert. But nothing.

But you don't have to be Houdini to cross from Canada.

He probably walked across.

He won't be walking.

He's got a weapon to move.

-What security is here?

-Great Lakes?

Not a lot. No need. People either drive or fly.

There are a few ferry services, but we checked those out.

What about people with boats? Are there controls?

Arriving vessels check with the harbour master.

-Mm. Voluntarily?

-Yeah.

No active enforcement.

-HE SIGHS

-Say he does use a boat. He'll still want to mix with others.

Are there many gatherings to speak of?

The Mackinaw Regatta is on. The biggest on Lake Michigan.

From where to where?

Starts in Mackinaw and ends in Chicago.

SHE SINGS IN SPANISH

Witherspoon, take Waveland.

Declan and Valentina, Chicago Yacht Club. I'll take the locals.

It'll be an Ontario-registered boat, if it's here. Look at everything.

If you find something, get back-up. I want an arrest, not a fire-fight.

SERIES OF EXPLOSIONS

FIRECRACKER EXPLODES

All right. Let's get to work.

Preston, what about letting me have a gun?

Are you crazy?! If they knew you had no cuffs, I'd get forced retirement.

I'll get a fucking gun!

So many people!

So many rich people.

Shall we dance?

He wouldn't give me a gun.

Ooh! Look!

He is hot!

-LAUGHTER

-He's mine! Back off!

GIGGLING

Hey! You want some champagne? Come on! Join us!

Maybe later!

FIRECRACKER EXPLODES

Declan!

Get out of the way! Get out of my way!

HORN BLARES

Preston, can I talk to you?

He wasn't surprised to see me.

One of your team is playing for the other side.

Impossible! I can vouch for my men.

-You have a traitor.

-We're not the IRA. We don't get infiltrators.

Somebody got to him!

Look. This is a manhunt. Don't make it personal.

What do you fucking know?!

HELICOPTER OVERHEAD

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 it was the business you had...

Did you know Isabella was pregnant when she got shot? Our child died.

Don't tell me it's not personal, Mr Preston.

I can't let you jeopardise us in a vendetta.

There's no vendetta. All I hope for is a fresh start. You know?

Maybe it will happen.

This was recorded at 1am.

It's a call to a number in Brighton Beach, New York.

"At 1.05pm, Director Brown is to meet the First Lady

at a White House reception regarding the New Hope Hospital opening..."

That information came out of this room.

Who? Whose voice is it on that tape?

Mine.

Mr Ambassador, we arranged to hold the 9pm Aeroflot flight to Moscow.

A car will 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 authorised you to tap my phone?!

I did, Ambassador.

We are examining documents taken from Director Bolitonov's apartment.

# Shame

# Such a shame

# I think I kinda lost myself again

Get me a helicopter.

# He-ey

# Yesterday

# Really should be leaving but I stay... #

RUSSIAN ACCENT: Jackal.

'Director Bolitonov is no longer contactable at this number.'

'All inquiries should be forwarded to...'

It's a short-term precaution until we get this man.

-You and your family will be safer in Washington.

-You won't find him.

Believe me. You can't.

It's our job to try.

And get killed for nothing?

I began this. I have to do what I can. Please, get your family away.

Let's go.

OK.

Everything OK?

Valentina's evacuating Isabella and her family

in case the Jackal knows where she lives.

The director doesn't even know where Isabella lives.

I ordered Witherspoon to keep her out of the report.

Our Russian blackheart surely passed everything else to him.

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...

Son of a bitch!

What?

This is an FBI access code!

DIALS A NUMBER

'FBI Data Center.'

Special Agent Carter Preston.

Shit!

Authorisation number 223578K.

Get a voice transcription of field report 1 November from 9.15.

Agent filing - Witherspoon, T. I'm in a hurry!

I shouldn't have trusted you.

'Field report one November, filed 0900 hours.'

Scroll!

..interview Isabella Zancona at this address...'

-Witherspoon, you by-the-book asshole!

-Shit!

Gonna check upstairs.

Witherspoon?

DOOR CREAKS OPEN

Witherspoon?

Witherspoon?

CRACKLING SOUND

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?

In the back yard, taking out the trash.

VERY LOUD MUSIC

It's coming from the back! Let's go!

LOUD MUSIC CONTINUES

LOUD MUSIC

Where's it coming from?

I don't know.

LOUD MUSIC

GUNSHOT

MUSIC STOPS

Set to go off two minutes ago.

What the hell?!

Where's McMurphy?

GUNSHOTS AND LOUD MUSIC

MUSIC STOPS

GUNSHOT

ARGHHHH!

GROANS AND PANTS

Arghhhh!

Uh! Uh!

Arghhhh!

Uhhh!

Press here. Hard. It will slow the bleeding.

Uhhhh!

FAST, SHALLOW BREATHING

Now, you see, that's bad.

Your blood's almost black. That means the bullet's in your liver.

You've 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. OK?

Oh! OK!

I'll make a note of that.

ARGHHHH!

If you see Declan before you die,

you tell him that he can't protect his women.

Uhhh!

SHE GROANS

SHE COUGHS

SIREN WAILS

Valentina?

Valentina. You're gonna be fine.

Oh?

-Yeah.

-Hi.

-Yeah.

-Declan.

It's all right, darling. You'll be fine.

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.

Yes. Oh!

Valentina!

-SHE COUGHS

-Oh, no! Valentina!

No, don't! Valentina!

Don't go! Stay! Stay with me!

Oh, Declan.

Uhhhh...

Ohhhh!

Oh, Declan. It was him, wasn't it?

-SHE SIGHS

-I thought this was all behind us.

Is this ever going to end?

Yes. I promise you, it will end.

And I will end it.

Do you have a gun?

SOLDIERS CHANT

Following a helicopter insertion,

a team can infiltrate the weapon to a point here, covering Route One.

If the weapon has the range and cyclic rate you say,

it could engage any vehicle or aircraft.

He doesn't have a helicopter or a team to help him set up.

He's alone!

What do you say, Mulqueen?

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 hang him.

Not exactly foolproof, I know.

But it's the best we got.

Best we've got?!

You have a call on line six.

Thank you.

This is Doug.

-"I told you I'd call."

-"Oh, hi! How are you?"

You need faith in people, Douglas.

HE LAUGHS

OK, well, now that I've got faith,

are you busy tonight? You're in town, yes?

MUSIC FROM CAR: Get Higher by Black Grape

MUSIC STOPS

INDISTINCT VOICE ON TV

Hello?

-TV:

-'..No rain expected...'

I'm home!

'We are looking at the system moving into our area...'

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.

'It's summertime! What do you expect?'

Do you like Korean food?

Uh... Sure. Yeah.

Dig in.

Uh... I thought we were gonna um...

I'm sorry!

'..you can expect over the next six or seven days...'

I thought we were gonna go out.

Yeah. Maybe later.

'That's the weather forecast.'

'Thank you, Michael.

'Our top story. Police need your help to locate this man.

'He's wanted in connection with a series of brutal murders

'and could be in Washington.

'The man is thought to be armed and extremely dangerous.

'If you see him, notify authorities immediately.'

WEATHER FORECAST CONTINUES

-TV:

-'When I moved here, I realised

'I was living in someone else's house. That's a huge burden.

'You're invited to live in the White House for 4 years...'

'You feel like a renter?'

'With a lease that's renewable...'

'Kennedy said that if someone wants to kill a public official,

'they can do it, at a price.

'It's impossible to provide 100% safety. Would you agree?'

'There is no way around that. But, hopefully,

'not many people are willing to do that.'

Preston!

What?

Valentina said, "A statement. Public and brutal."

Why did he keep coming? He knew we could protect the Director,

especially once I got involved. Why didn't he abort?

Then I remembered he told Valentina, "Declan 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.

APPLAUSE

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.

I'd like to introduce the Surgeon General of the United States.

APPLAUSE

Madam chairperson, ladies and gentlemen,

I'd like to chat with you today about the family.

-She's on the dais. Secret Service wants the story.

-Tell them.

No. They'll try to get her off the dais. He'll shoot into the crowd.

We worked hard to reach our goal.

And we certainly have accomplished what we set out to do.

Since we first began, with a seed of an idea, it took many months

and long, hard hours to accomplish what we have.

It's only with the help of friends, both here and on Capitol Hill...

Did you get the word? Look for a dark brown mini-van or anything

that's out of its place.

We found this red mini-van.

They got a local parking permit. DC tags. We can check it out again.

Nah. It's probably one of those safer than sorry circle jerk deals!

-Yeah!

-See ya.

-You guys be safe!

APPLAUSE

Secret Service says the search was negative. She's going to the podium.

Guess it's on us.

You'll need a gun.

Forget the laser. Can you walk me through the optics?

I haven't shot a gun in a while.

I can see by the warm and friendly faces out there that the christening

has been long-anticipated.

And, thanks to all of you, we've made this dream possible.

We've worked hard to reach our goal, and accomplished

what we set out to do.

RINGING SOUND

When we set out to reach new heights, it can be done.

APPLAUSE

HELICOPTER OVERHEAD

GO! CLEAR!

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.

APPLAUSE

It's a beautiful day for the beginning of New Hope.

Here, today...

Right! Go! Go! Go!

..there are dedicated teachers, preparing lessons...

Give me the gun!

SPEECH CONTINUES

That's how he plans to get out!

The phone! Give me your phone!

..we are all responsible...

APPLAUSE

But also, right now, there are police officers risking their lives

to help kids stay out of trouble and off drugs.

There are parents questioning the popular culture

that glamorises sex and violence...

He's clear.

SPEECH CONTINUES

But also, right now, there are dedicated teachers

preparing lessons for a new day's class...

Red mini-van on the hill side, by the trees.

One o'clock! Jesus!

Range it.

750... 762 metres.

..the value is the same.

APPLAUSE

SPEECH CONTINUES

SCREAMING

I'm after him! Take out the mini-van!

SCREAMING

ARGHHH!

SIRENS WAIL

SHOUTING

SIRENS BLARE

Clear the area!

Capitol Heights!

Look out! Look out!

-TANNOY:

-'Attention, please. All passengers...'

Look out! Coming through!

Coming through!

Watch it!

Come on!

'Please stand clear of the doors.'

WOMAN SCREAMS

NO!

Shite!

'The next train...'

I'm at Capitol Heights.

INAUDIBLE

Shit!

SOUND OF RUNNING FOOTSTEPS

ARGHHH!

HE GROANS

Hey!

SCREAMING

SHE SCREAMS

Shut up!

Get out! Get out of here!

SHE SCREAMS

FRIGHTENED SHOUTING

SOBBING

Please! Please!

Help me! Please!

Help me!

Say, "Help me, Declan!"

Help me, Declan! HELP ME, DECLAN!

Please help me!

Please, Declan! Help me!

Please!

Help me! Help!

-SHE SOBS:

-Declan!

Now!

-HELP ME, DECLAN!

-Help me, Declan!

Where's the man with the gun?

In the corner.

Good girl, good girl.

What are you going to do, Declan?

You just can't seem to protect any of your women.

Let her go! She's nothing to do with this.

You can save her. What's your name?

-Maggie.

-Maggie! You can save Maggie!

You can save Maggie, you see? Right now!

Just put down your little gun!

OK? MAGGIE SOBS

DECLAN!

SCREAMING AND GUNSHOT

NO!

JACKAL CHUCKLES

Go ahead. Take the shot.

SHE SOBS

Oh, Maggie! You did so good! You did so good.

HE CHUCKLES

SHE SOBS

You're slipping, Declan.

Now, let her go.

Step away from the gun.

STEP AWAY FROM THE GUN!

Oh, Maggie.

You're so brave. You'll remember this for the rest of your life.

Kneel down.

Kneel down.

HE SIGHS Sorry, Declan.

ARGHHHH!

Uh...

ARGHHHHH!

It's all right. It's OK.

It's OK.

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. 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?

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 safely 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? 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.

Is that a fact?

Going back to that drop box,

an operative with your experience with a clean passport,

a wad of cash...

I'll bet, if you had taken off...

HE LAUGHS

..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? OK?

Thanks, Declan. For everything.

No. Thank you, Da.

HE CHUCKLES

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