The Peacemaker

This film contains very strong language and some violent scenes.

CHOIR SINGS

THURIBLE CLINKS

PAGER BEEPS

INAUDIBLE

DOOR OPENS

DIALLING TONES

THEY SPEAK RUSSIAN

HE SPEAKS RUSSIAN

IN RUSSIAN:

HE SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN

HE SPEAKS RUSSIAN

HE ISSUES ORDERS IN RUSSIAN

WHISTLE TRILLS

TRAIN WHISTLE HOOTS

CHOIR SINGS

FARM ANIMALS HEARD FAINTLY

TRAIN CHUGS ALONG TRACK

A SECOND TRAIN APPROACHES

BLEEPING

MAN SPEAKS RUSSIAN

HE SPEAKS RUSSIAN

MACHINE BEEPS

BLEEPING

RAPID BEEPS

BRAKES SCREECH GENTLY

HE GROANS

DISTANT EXPLOSION

TWO MORE EXPLOSIONS

GUNSHOT

PEOPLE CRY OUT

STEADY BLEEPING

SHE SPEAKS IN OWN LANGUAGE

WIND HOWLS

What happened?

Dr Kelly, please come with me.

HUBBUB

I've got estimates on cloud size, line six.

What've we got?

NORAD's got R4 going over sector 9877. 60 longitude, 50 lat.

What about NPIC?

Ground blast 40 minutes ago, Urals. Two trains collided.

-One had warheads for Cherbynsk. Nice hair(!)

-Jesus!

-Nuclear forces - going from DEFCON 4 to DEFCON 3.

-First sightings of a fireball. >

NMCC's concerned this'll veil Russian troop movements into Chechnya.

Their problem. Livermore?

He estimates 500 to 700 kilotons.

Mark Appleton wants you upstairs.

-Er, all current data on my desk?

-Yes.

-I'm going to need a minute.

-Radiation pattern projections?

-Unconfirmed.

Get them confirmed.

'Russia - a fucking mess. I miss the Cold War.'

Get Essler to translate.

Essler quit to run JPL.

Who'd we appoint?

-My memo's on your desk.

-Who's in charge there?!

Mark? >

Mark? Excuse me. Hi. Sorry.

Er, forget Chernobyl. This is... This is huge.

Dr Julia Kelly, Acting Chair, Nuclear Smuggling Group.

-Terry Hamilton, National Security Advisor.

-Sir. We met.

I'm briefing the President.

How, with our START team there, can an accident like this happen?!

It wasn't an accident, sir.

I'm sorry?

We think that train carried SS18s. SS18s pencil out at One Point Safe.

-Which means?

-If you fire a bullet into the warhead,

there's barely a million chance the bomb will go off.

Must be ignited by nuclear trigger.

Here we have the satellite image.

This is the two trains approaching - here's the collision.

Check out the field of regard.

These shots, the same height, occurred simultaneously.

Look at the blast - it's two degrees higher. After the satellite's passed over.

Elapsed time between shots?

Between train wreck and detonation, 4½ minutes.

Somebody set that weapon off. It was terrorism.

Full NSC briefing at 9am.

The Russians' accident story stands for now, no background leaks.

-Doctor...?

-Kelly.

-Dr Kelly, I'll put your group on point until I find a replacement.

-Yes, sir.

-Oh.

-Get me sat overview. And keep updates coming.

OK, er, State - we need talking points for the President.

We need to know anybody who'd want to detonate a nuke in Russia.

General, I'll need a military liaison,

-intel background, Russian contacts.

-Got it.

General? Ensure he's willing to take orders from a woman.

-WOMAN:

-Colonel Devoe, let's deal with the events of May 18th.

You were arrested in a brawl in a Moscow disco... Night Crawler?

Yes, ma'am, that's correct.

You were with a prostitute and a Russian army colonel...

Dimitri Vertikoff?

Yes, ma'am, that is also correct.

Dimitri and I went into this bar to try to buy nerve gas

off an ex-KGB guy we'd heard

was selling black market munitions to Iraq.

The fight started as we'd run up a bar tab and we were trying to impress...

I believe the amount was 5,200?

Mm-hm. We had dinner and I bought... a couple of rounds.

Er, Vertikoff identified the KGB guy

and we stopped the gas getting to Iraq.

-How to repay such a man?

-Sports utility vehicle?

That's right.

Dimitri has a young daughter who likes to go four-wheeling.

A guy cut me a deal on Explorers. I prefer Broncos myself...

Colonel, let me get this straight.

You spent taxpayers' money to buy and ship

a Ford Explorer 8,000 miles to the young daughter of a Russian colonel?

Yes, ma'am.

Think of it as exporting goodwill.

HE SPEAKS RUSSIAN

Your Russian is awful. Speak English.

It was stupid, understand?

Your friends made this deal, but it is my operation.

-Maybe I don't need you.

-They won't let us through.

Of course they will. Section 21a - Nuclear Disaster Protocol.

One, secure area. Two, control debris.

Three, evacuate casualties.

-HE LAUGHS

-Hah?!

..but they do have the technical know-how

and should not be ruled out.

Moving on, we come to Shamil Basayev, a scientist.

He claims responsibility for placing a canister of radioactive caesium

in a Moscow park last June.

But his underworld ties

suggest he may be part of a big operation. Er...

Zelimkhan Yandarbiyev, Chechen leader

since the Russians assassinated Dudayev.

He has threatened to attack Federation nuclear power plants.

There are other possibles on our terrorist list -

see section four of your packet.

Our reaction to the crisis -

an intelligence directive, Nuclear Smuggling Group as hub.

DIA and NRO heads up.

-You'll continue responsibility for...

-Excuse me, ma'am?

-Sorry to interrupt.

-Yes.

Have the terrorists made demands yet? Russians out of Chechnya?

No, but it's not unusual for days, even weeks to go by

before responsibility is claimed.

-Yeah.

-Air Mob command is standing by for...

Excuse me again, ma'am.

That's a shot of the two trains before they collided.

Dr Kelly, perhaps you should discuss Special Ops.

Right. General Garnett has Special Operations command

-at full alert... Excuse me.

-Sorry to keep interrupting.

See these blobs, at one metre resolution?

Here and here? Those are people jumping off the passenger train

before it crashes.

That train?

That's the one with the nuke. Nobody's jumping off that.

Why not?

They were already dead.

LOW CHATTER

< How many warheads on that train?

The Russians haven't confirmed.

So we've no idea of potential yield?

Are you suggesting this was a robbery?

Whoever did it had access to Russian satellite positioning intel.

Forget your Chechen rebels.

LOW HUBBUB

I would like to point out that, er, 1,500 people were killed.

You don't do that unless you're making a profound statement.

Know what a working nuke is worth?

-200 million, cash.

-200 million makes for a very profound statement.

Now, I'm sorry, ma'am, the detonation was a smokescreen -

this was a hijacking.

Whoever stole these things got off the bus a long way back.

Well, we will certainly be considering your theory.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

It's just an opinion.

Whoever has current data on the blast, I need it on my desk!

< You got it!

Ken? Get Russian missile command on the phone, please?

HE SPEAKS RUSSIAN

ALL SPEAK RUSSIAN

HE WHISTLES

-TV:

-'The explosion...'

Anything on DIA yet?

-We'll have Russian intel in 30 mins.

-Great.

Sue, I need the START observers' report -

-not summaries, not abstracts - the whole thing.

-I'm on it.

Where's my military liaison?

Right here.

Lt Col Tom Devoe reporting - as ordered - ma'am.

My enthusiasm sometimes gets the best of me.

I hope I didn't offend you in there.

No, of course not.

Er, coffee?

-Love some.

-It's over there.

Russian missile command's holding.

We're committed to helping you come up with answers... Yes...

-I, er...

-No, I understand, General.

(I brought you some coffee.)

Er...that's right.

Well, we need to know exactly who was on that train.

Er, no, I am the man in charge, I report directly to the President.

What do you want me to say?

I don't see what that has to do with anything.

Yes, well... I see.

No, I understand. I think I have... I know I have a couple of ...

All right, well, if...if you can get back to me with the names of the men...

(Just going to...)

-..and the number of warheads...

-(..go to my office.)

..that would be wonderful.

How long do you think that will take?

Well, er...

I'll expect your call.

Thank you.

-TV:

-'CNN has confirmed the detonation of a nuclear...

Radioactive cloud moving toward south-central Mongolia...

Confirmation. Ten warheads.

Departure orders. 40 men on board.

-Meaningless.

-It's in Russian!

IN RUSSIAN:

Princeton.

Our nation's blue-blooded backbone.

-My father's a mailman.

-You'd never know.

Ilin, Kodoroff, Kulik, Levindovsky...

Kodoroff? Aleksander Kodoroff?

You know him?

Yeah, I know him. Goddammit!

I don't know about the other guys,

but General Kodoroff doesn't ride on nuclear transport trains.

Get me NMCC Intel, please. Like Ivana Trump on a subway.

(Get my files?)

All right, have that enhanced off the Urals.

-Sergeant.

-Sir. We're light on humint.

We know Kodoroff's under investigation for corruption.

He gave a speech nine days ago in St Petersburg.

Mostly nationalistic bluster bemoaning the loss of empire,

necessary unity of the Slavs.

-Yeah, yeah.

-Family history, phone records, bank statements,

urinalysis from a Moscow traffic stop last month - 0.367.

-Amazed he could turn the key.

-Definitely a few cocktails.

Saw his dentist, Tuesday, had dinner with very attractive people, Friday.

-We haven't ID'd them yet.

-Jesus, Costello, you're slipping.

I'm getting old, sir.

You're not old - Gen Garnett's old.

If you don't mind me asking, sir, is Kodoroff involved?

He was on the train.

You see, that's... That's funny.

-Why's that?

-Because...

The General's got a Finnish mistress, lives in Helsinki.

-Laina.

-Calls her every day like clockwork. Always.

Mm-hm. So?

If this Kodoroff guy was on the train and he's so dead,

who's bouncing calls to Laina off a satellite over southern Russia?

If that's a secure phone, I need it.

Excuse me, General.

DIALLING TONES, LT COL DEVOE SIGHS

If a top-ranking Russian general is involved,

any intel from Moscow is compromised...

General Vertikoff, pazhaluista?

..or a flat-out lie.

-You're right.

-Dimitri - Tom Devoe.

-'What do you want?'

-What's the matter, busy?

I'm with two women. Call me back some other time.

'How you guys holding up?'

The only virtue is, people are forgetting Chechnya.

Yeah. I've got the troop manifest from that train.

Alek Kodoroff got vaporised out there, did he?

'Yeah. What a shame.'

Yeah.

So, how is it he's calling Laina from a bird over southern Russia?

How's he doing that, D?

'Hey, D, are you still there?'

'You must be wrong about that, Tom.

'Our figures show fallout should have dissipated by then.

'Let me fax you what we've got. Your number?'

Hold on. (This fax number?)

-OK, 001-703-51168.

-68...

I'm going to hang up now.

-Bye.

-No, D?

That scared him.

-Is this the fax?

-Yes, sir.

-TV:

-'Information on the nuclear weapon incident

'in the Ural Mountains is still sketchy.

'But we have new facts about the disaster's magnitude.

'World seismographs detected the blast.

'The explosion was seen as far away as Lithuania, on the Baltic Sea.

'Initial projections indicate the fallout will affect all of Russia

'and northern Europe.

'Still no word on casualties.

'President Clinton will issue a statement...'

-Vienna, 2pm, Bacherplatz.

-Why Vienna?

-Kordech.

-Maybe.

Kordech is a front for the Russian mafia in Vienna.

And a trucking company.

'..accident or an act of terrorism remains a question.'

I need NORAD's sector 9877 intel from the Urals,

updated fallout patterns and troop movements from NATO humint.

Honey-roasted. Think anybody'd mind if I stole a couple of bags?

My old man'll get a kick out of the Executive Seal.

Go ahead, knock yourself out.

Call Langley? We're waiting on a Kodoroff psych profile.

He's an asshole. Don't bother.

I'll settle for the official version.

OK, officially - he's an asshole.

He'll do anything for money - that's good, makes him fairly predictable.

Really(?) I'd say he's been anything BUT predictable.

He took an order for an expensive, hard-to-find product and intends to deliver it.

Supply and demand.

Your area of expertise, right?

That's the word on the Hill.

Ooh, you checked up on me.

I like to know who I'm working with.

I'd like to know something...

You moved from Lawrence Livermore to the White House.

So, first you build bombs to blow up the entire world

and now you want to save it.

Make up your mind. Which is it going to be?

Well, I believe this week we're saving it.

-It's really that simple?

-It is, to me, that simple.

When you've been the boss for more than two weeks, you'll know that.

Three weeks. You've done some checking.

I like to know who I'm working with.

Doctor, you can run your charts and your theories all you want.

In the field, this is how it works - good guys - us - chase bad guys.

They don't wear black hats. They are alike - they demand power, respect

and are willing to pay to get it.

That is our highly motivated buyer.

-What about other motivations?

-Unimportant to me.

Whether it is or not, some people don't care about money or respect.

They believe killing innocents is justified.

For them, it is about rage, frustration, hatred.

They want to share their pain with the world.

OK, that does me no good.

The facts - 23 hours ago, General Kodoroff stole ten nuclear warheads.

He's just a delivery boy.

I'm not afraid of the man who wants ten nuclear weapons -

I'm terrified of the man who only wants one.

CHILDREN YELL AND PLAY

A CHOPIN NOCTURNE PLAYS

IN SERBIAN:

PHONE RINGS

-CHUCKLING:

-Look who's a secret agent! Nice hat.

-You don't stand out at all.

-Dress shoes with khakis?

BOTH LAUGH

-Look at you!

-Let me be.

-What are they doing to you?

Whatever happens, deny it.

OK, I'll try that. These are CDs for Tasha. You will not like them.

-How is she?

-16. In love with a 20-year-old motocross racer.

I am worried sick. She says hi.

-Send her my love.

-Kodoroff involved with Kordech?

Oh, Dr Julia Kelly.

Dr Kelly heads the Nuclear Smuggling Group.

-With the White House.

-White House.

That's good. That's good, yes.

I think we can do business, Dr Kelly. Let's take a walk.

OK. Let's take a walk.

WOMAN SINGS IN GERMAN

Know what they do? They sit here and drink.

We might as well join them.

My group's monitored Kordech, but it's always been mafia/ex-KGB.

Until recently. You have to see it in the context of my country.

Kodoroff is from a generation of officers who grew up

in a crumbling system.

Bread lines, shitty apartments, ancient cars!

Kodoroff and friends avoided that...

But now, their system is crumbling.

This was Kodoroff's way out, his big score.

We're here as you can't investigate Kordech yourself?

No, I can't investigate without alerting Kodoroff.

Half the men used to be in my unit.

Dietrich Shummaker schedules Russian shipping for Kordech.

-Meet him at 4:00.

-Good.

Let's go see a man about a truck.

Cheers.

That's gasoline.

HUBBUB IN RUSSIAN

TRUCK HORN BEEPS

-Do you have them?

-Yes. We have to begin immediately.

HE SPEAKS SERBIAN

No, just remember the plan. I'm Anthony Haden...

I'm Patty Carson. We go in, get the information...

-Mm-hm.

-..we get out.

Call me Tony. Here we go.

Hi. I'm Anthony Haden. My associate, Patty Carson.

I think Herr Shummaker is expecting us.

'Follow me.'

'Make yourselves comfortable.'

Thank you.

Trucking business must be pretty good.

Wonder what chateau in the Loire Valley these are from?

Mr Haden? Welcome.

Thank you very much for seeing us.

This is my associate, Ms Carson.

Nice place you have here.

My personal taste runs to the Italians.

The German and Austrian late Baroque was influenced by the Italians.

Several of our paintings are Italian.

That's a Tiepolo.

Oh, yeah. I'm a big LeRoy Neiman fan.

Are you familiar at all with his work?

No, no, I'm afraid not.

Please, come in.

-Sure.

-To my office.

-Oh, now, this is nice.

-Thank you.

Have a seat.

How can we help you?

I wanted some information about trucking in Russia.

I might not be the right man. If you need to rent equipment...

You're head of transportation?

The head?

-No, I just do the scheduling.

-Right.

You're the guy who gets things done. Smart. Put a German on it.

Yes, well... As I said, how can I help you?

Well, what we want to know is, if I wanted to rent a vehicle,

to steal and transport nuclear weapons from, say, the Urals,

would you be the guy to talk to?

Would you be that guy?

No, I'm afraid not.

I believe our meeting is over.

All right, thank you for your help.

Like Ford Explorers? Range Rovers, Landcruisers?

-We really...

-No. Stay.

-Mr Haden, may I ask you...?

-Aah!

-NO! NO!

-Should've taken the money!

-NO!

Get behind that desk.

-You broke my nose!

-What...?

-Not a word. Duct tape in my case.

I won't shoot you unless I have to. If I have to, I'll feel bad. Sit!

The duct tape.

-I need the password - the password?!

-Hang on.

The password.

-No!

-Hang on. All right, Hans.

-Oh!

-We'll do it your way.

How's the backhand?

Password.

-Hasselhoff.

-Hasselhoff.

(Hasselhoff...how do you spell it?)

Way to go, Hans...!

Very brave.

-I'm in.

-All right. I need...

the trucking invoices for the last seven days.

All right.

-This is your plan?!

-Yup.

-Your big plan?!

This is...my plan.

Let's go. Hurry up!

-Let's go. Come on.

-Almost...

-Logging off.

-Stay on! Who cares? Let it run.

-Got it!

-Good.

-LT COL DEVOE LAUGHS

-All right.

-Thank you, Herr Shummaker.

-MUFFLED YELLS

(Scheisse...)

HE SPEAKS IN GERMAN

-Go.

-Come on!

-Go!

-Quick!

-You get it?

-Got it.

-You all right?

-No. No, I'm not all right! Brilliant idea...

-smash his face in! No warning!

-How things get done. A bribe, it never happened. Right?

Check the seats - they go all the way back!

-Oh, yeah, nice!

-Cool!

-Embassy car!

-CD player, bulletproof glass, everything!

Oh, shit!

We...may have a problem.

This is going to cost us.

What do you have? Enough. I'll be back.

Hold this.

VERTIKOFF CHATS

-So, you think he set us up?

-Who?

-Your friend.

-No.

-How can you be sure?

-Because he's my friend.

-He needs more money.

-GUNSHOTS

SHE GASPS

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Down!

Out! Out!

TYRES SQUEAL

EMPTY CLIP

LOUD GUNFIRE

-Get up front.

-What?

-Get up front!

-Up front?

They're behind us.

How many?

Two... Three!

In the case, there's an extra magazine.

HORN BLARES

-Where is it?!

-In the briefcase!

Goddammit...!

Seatbelt.

TYRES SCREECH

DON'T!

Come on! What's wrong with you?! What's wrong with you?!

What are you doing?! Hey!

WOMAN SCREAMS Shit!

PEOPLE SCREAM

IGNITION SPLUTTERS

SHE GROANS

ENGINE STALLS

HE SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN

No. NO!

HE SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN

Oh!

SHE GROANS

CAR REVS

-Come on.

-The invoices!

COME ON!

-The invoices!

-Come on, goddammit!

-No!

Go! Go! Go!

MAN GROANS

Dimitri has a...

..a daughter, Tasha.

16. She lives in Rybinsk.

I remember when she was three.

Sh...

She's beautiful.

Doesn't make sense.

You don't...

..kill a Dimitri Vertikoff.

It's just... There are certain rules, killing him isn't useful.

Is it ever?

I never watched anybody die before.

'Welcome. You've got mail.'

Oh...

I e-mailed Shummaker's files to my AOL account before I logged off.

Did it work?

Er...

Yeah.

Er... So we're looking for a vehicle hired in the Urals

on about June 29?

OK. No, the truck's too small.

St Petersburg, wrong direction.

Ah, Chelyabinsk. Registration number, 7056 BM.

Destination, Imisli 44-E.

Azerbaijan. Just south of Russia.

Five miles from fucking Iran.

Kodoroff crosses over, those nukes are gone.

Payment number looks like a bank routing code. No client names yet. Does 44-E mean anything to you?

-What?

-Shummaker put a private memo at the bottom of the invoice...

It's Devoe. We have a target vehicle - a cargo truck -

registration, 7056 Bravo Mike -

travelling south from Chelyabinsk to Imisli, Azerbaijan.

I request a High Priority Tasker.

Any birds, any birds, find the truck.

We've got nukes heading for Iran.

What the hell is 44-E...?

THEY SPEAK SERBIAN

-HE SPEAKS SERBIAN

-Da.

I am a Serb.

I'm a Croat.

I'm a Muslim.

You will look at what I have done and say, "Of course, why not?

"They are all animals.

"They have slaughtered each other for centuries."

But the truth is... I am not a monster.

I'm a human man.

I'm just like you...

..whether you like it or not.

A SERGEANT BARKS DRILL COMMANDS

Hey, Rich, how you doing?

We've not seen you since the great Scud hunt!

-Yeah.

-Capt Santiago, sir.

Captain.

This is Lt Beach - he'll be running the operation from the ground, sir.

-Tell me you found him.

-Damn close, sir.

Giving them an average speed of 65 clicks - assuming a direct route -

we've got them somewhere about here, in Dagestan.

Still in Russia, below Makhachkala on the Caspian Sea.

We've peeked at everything within 200 square miles. No truck.

We think they're probably stuck - in Kumuh.

-SANTIAGO:

-Big traffic jam there, sir.

Trucks are so close together, can't see the plates.

-What's going on?

-Renewed fighting - Armenia and Azerbaijan.

Roads are clogged with refugees fleeing north.

Ken? Ken, get me a copy of Kodoroff's intel phone records.

-What are you thinking?

-I need an outside line.

Somebody give me an outside line, please?

HORN BLARES

Fucking refugees...

Azerbaijani, Georgian, Kazakhstani..

HORN BEEPS

Hey, don't curse them.

I don't care what bitch gave birth to them...

Moslem, Serb -

I don't hate them for who they are -

I hate them because they are poor.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

-DEVOE:

-'Hey, Alek, how's the ride?'

-Who is this?

-Doesn't traffic drive you nuts when you're in a hurry?

-Who the fuck is this?!

-'Tom Devoe. How you been?'

You still humping that Finnish stewardess with the bad skin?

Tom...

You still trading stolen cars on the black market?

Hey, Alek - you watched CNN during Desert Storm -

remember all those TV shots from the nosecone of the GBU missiles,

slamming into trucks?

'Remember that? How it kept getting closer, bigger on the screen?'

You could just about see the faces of those drivers and then...

zap, the picture went dead, we didn't see what happened next.

Well, guess what, Alek...

..you will, you son of a bitch.

Shit. Get out of the way!

HE SHOUTS, HORN BLARES

-That upset him.

-Get an angle?

-A minute. He rear-ends someone, it detonates?

-Come on.

-If no-one opens the primary.

-Come on.

Come on, sweetie. Come on...

It's coming.

-7056 Bravo Mike - that's it.

-How long do we have him for?

One hour, 46 minutes.

Give Russian command the truck's location. Ken?

Boom.

PIANO PLAYS

-We have to go now.

-We only have it under surveillance for an hour.

-It doesn't matter what State says, sir,

-Yes, sir.

-I understand, sir.

-Fine. Thank you.

-Yes.

-Thank you, sir.

-Yes, sir, will do.

OK, go. You go.

No, you go first.

The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs says State's dragging their feet.

The President says it's Russia's problem.

NO, we have the advantage now!

The Russians say they're handling it!

The Russians couldn't find snow in the middle of fucking winter.

When the satellite's out of range, those nukes are gone.

It's only jet fuel.

-Get up into NATO airspace.

-Good for you.

-I'll call the President. Colonel! Wait!

-Let's get airborne!

You will not take action without authorisation.

Am I a stupid son of a bitch?!

I don't think you're stupid.

You're a talented soldier with sloppy impulse control

and a personal agenda!

My personal agenda is my business!

You are not in Washington any more, you are in the real world!

In the real world, there are nukes heading for Iran.

So, whether you agree with me or not, get me authorised!

Cobra 3, this is Tango 6, what've we got?

'Russian command has been notified of the location.

'Proceed to position.'

Ken, NRO have anything else for us?

Got us on standby.

OK, take this down. How much time?

We can track for another 45 minutes.

Let's alert IFOR at the Bazta checkpoint.

Put that away.

Stop.

TV: 'A tragic setback in the former Yugoslavia...

'So far, no-one has taken responsibility for the killing of

'the Bosnian Serb Finance Minister, Zarko Preljevik,

'who was assassinated in Sarajevo.

'Preljevik's violent death has shocked the international community.

'The well-liked moderate

'was considered a crucial player

'in peace talks scheduled to begin this week in New York.

'This is Jean Rogers in Sarajevo for CNN.'

44-E...

The 44th parallel runs through...

Sarajevo.

The bank routing number from the Kordech invoice?

Dr Kelly, you better get over here.

Check it against banks in and around Sarajevo. What's going on?

The roadblock - they're all dead, ma'am.

I think they're all dead.

'Cobra 3, they got them?'

Negative, Tango 6.

-How much longer on satellite?

-Less than ten minutes.

Alert the Russians - tell them they have men down.

Wallace, stand by to track.

'We've reached Federation airspace, Cobra 3.'

Running out of time. Suggest we go.

Negative, 6. Do not proceed.

-Any Russian troops there?

-Negative.

-'We'll lose them, we must go!'

Get me a secure phone link to NMCC.

6, do not proceed without authorisation. You will not proceed.

When we lose the satellite, have we other eyes?

SPEAKERPHONE: 'Sir, target approaching Iranian border.'

Permission to enter Russian Federation airspace to take it out.

Dr Kelly, in your view, is this our only course of action?

'Based on intel,'

no Russian forces in place, our analysis of the satellite...

'I'm not asking for analysis...

'I'm asking for a decision.'

Must advise we go, sir.

If there are nuclear weapons and the Russians can't interdict...

..are you willing to risk a war to stop that truck?

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir, I am.

-LT BEACH:

-'6, this is Cobra 3. We have a go.'

Avoid foreign casualties, secure target vehicle, detain occupants.

Copy, Cobra. 6 to Task Force,

cleared as briefed.

Let's rock'n'roll.

'This is Red Dog Pack to 3. Execute. Execute.'

Why aren't they finished back there?

THEY SPEAK RUSSIAN

THEY CHAT IN RUSSIAN

THEY LAUGH

BUZZER

Russian control tower, this is Air Force 53762.

'A flight of three US helicopters in pursuit of stolen nuclear weapons.

'Request weapons hold status.'

You must return to Turkish airspace. Your intrusion is unauthorised.

'You have crossed international line.'

They've locked onto us.

Second battery locked on.

'Air Force 53762

'in pursuit of stolen nuclear weapons on their way to Iran.'

Repeat, put your weapons on hold!

Reverse course immediately, or we will fire.

We're lit up like a Christmas tree!

-DEVOE:

-'Air Force 53762...'

The weapons could be for Chechnya or Georgia.

Put your weapons on hold.

ALARM WAILS

-ROCKETS WHOOSH

-Here they come!

'Number one is down! Cobra, we have a downed aircraft

'two miles east of checkpoint four.'

-3, acknowledge.

-This is Red Dog 3.

'Do you see the aircraft? See any survivors?'

Negative. The fucking forest is in flames!

Number 3, duck behind a hill!

Behind the hill!

How many men on that chopper?

Nine.

'Cobra 3, we're out of range. Target is two miles out.'

Here it is.

What's he doing?

Will it work?

It can be activated by a single man and will render a nuclear yield

of one to two kilotons.

-Why is he doing that now?

-It was the deal.

-One warhead for us, to do with as we wish.

-After I get my money.

Helicopters!

'All right, gentlemen, whatever you do, do not shoot'

any civilians, understand?

Amerikanski.

Take out the road!

TYRES SCREECH

HE YELLS

Aah!

Rig me a heavy lift line!

Those fuckers you can shoot!

GUNFIRE OUTSIDE

Aah!

BOTH GROAN

Oof!

BOTH GROAN

Get him out! Pull up!

LT COL DEVOE GROANS

KODOROFF SCREAMS

WHERE ARE THEY GOING, ALEK?! WHERE?!

Fuck you!

-Get it down! Let's go!

-Heavy line! Let's go!

Grab it and get out!

-Drop the cable! Drop it!

-Bring it down!

More! More!

Come on, get on! Hook on!

HE GROANS

MORE!

We got to lower it!

Goddammit...!

HE YELLS

HE CONTINUES TO YELL

HE YELLS

GO!

HE GROANS

Clear! We're clear!

Sweep them! Open them up! Let's go! Let's go!

-You all right, sir?

-Yeah. Open them up! Let's go!

Give me the radio. Cobra 3, are you there?

6, what happened?

One assault aircraft is gone.

Nine men are dead. Kodoroff is dead.

-We have recovered eight warheads...

-Something's going on...

-'..in their containers.'

-That's not enough.

What?!

'That's not enough damn warheads!'

For once, say something nice.

It was an SS18, ten warheads!

One detonated, eight with you - leaving one!

Colonel Devoe!

-There's somebody alive here!

-Hold on a minute.

Take this.

Motherfuck!

Goddammit!

We got a live one, Colonel!

Do you speak English?

Yes! I... I went to Harvard.

Go, Crimson!

Help me up, please!

-Where's the warhead?

-Please bring me up!

Listen to me - you will die unless you tell me where the warhead is.

I don't know. He took it. He's gone!

-Who?

-I don't know! He's with the ones who arranged this.

-Kodoroff?

-No! He just handled the money!

The other one.

He made me dismantle the primary, make it...mobile.

-How?

-It's in his...backpack.

Help me up, please?

-I'll go back to the rig.

-Help me up!

-Hang on. We'll bring you up.

Kelly?

A guy got away with a bomb.

'Copy, Devoe. All right, come on back.'

Got it! Bank account on the Kordech invoice?

Registered to an address in Grbavica, a Serbian Sarajevo suburb.

Good. Get this information to IFOR.

Tell them to proceed with caution.

Where are you going?

HORN BEEPS

HE SPEAKS POLISH

-Are you all right?

-I've been better. You?

I've been better.

We traced the money back to a man named Vlado Mirich.

They found a tape at his apartment. They're up-linking it to us now.

It has a terrorist message.

Sir, the guy you caught is Dr Amir Taraki,

Pakistani, PhD in Astrophysics, Harvard.

We educated half the world's terrorists.

Tell me exactly what he said.

He removed the primary from the warhead and put it in a backpack.

It's packed with plutonium.

-Detonated, it'd still take out...

-IFOR tape transmitting!

..100,000 in a densely populated area.

'You will look at what I have done and say, "Of course, why not?

' "They are all animals.

' "They have slaughtered each other for centuries."

'But the truth is... I am not a monster.

'I'm a human man.

'I'm just like you - whether you like it or not.

'For years, we have tried to live together,

'until a war was waged on us.'

'On all of us.

'A war waged by our own leaders.

'And who supplied the Serb cluster bombs,

'the Croatian tanks,

'the Muslim artillery shells

'that killed our sons and daughters?

'It was the governments of the West who drew our country's boundaries,

'sometimes in ink, sometimes in blood - the blood of our people.

'And now, you dispatch your peacekeepers

'to write our destiny again.

'We can never accept a peace that leaves us with nothing but pain.

'Pain the peacemakers must be made to feel.

'Their wives, their children,

'their houses and churches.

'So, now you know.

'Now, you MUST understand.'

'Leave us... to find our own destiny.

'May God have mercy on us all.'

IFOR can shut off Bosnia. He can't get into Sarajevo...

No, no, wait! He's not going there!

We weren't meant to find this until after the bomb.

Now - "Pain...peacemakers must..."

The peacemakers aren't in Bosnia, they're in Europe and the US.

-They're signing a new treaty, yeah?

-Tomorrow - UN.

-The UN's address?

-Over by the river - east side.

44th Street.

44-E...

He's going to New York.

What you got, Ken?

Only way to close the airport

is a Federal Nuclear Emergency Response Plan.

I'll give it to her.

I wanted to know...

..who they were.

SHE SOBS

Secure line to NMCC?

This is Dr Julia Kelly. I am issuing a Presidential Directive

for a Federal Nuclear Emergency Plan.

We have a possible Weapon of Mass Destruction coming into the US,

by unknown terrorist or terrorists.

TYRES SCREECH

-Check in the rear.

-Yes, sir.

Commencing diplomatic evacuation...

Ladies and gentlemen?

I'm with the UN. We've been informed of a serious threat to the treaty,

so we have to get you off this plane to ensure your safety.

If you would all please stand up.

Stand up. Thank you. Move to the exits at the rear and front

in an orderly fashion.

OFFICER SPEAKS OVER RADIO

Coffee?

No, sir, I popped a few stay-awakes.

-Dr Kelly?

-I'm fine.

How many stay-awakes did she take?

Mark Carey, Energy.

Special Agent in Charge, David Branigan, FBI.

We're running NYPD and Agency response here, together with DOE.

-Evacuation plans?

-FEMA, National Guard on alert.

-NEST?

Energy has containment teams on alert in Battery Park.

Casualty scenarios -

initial blast throws 60 rads of radiation

over most of lower Manhattan and Queens.

Three million people.

50% survival rate.

We need to monitor wind patterns and we need radiation detectors.

-IFOR intel report.

-Here. OK - Vlado Mirich,

Bosnian Serb, radical, been missing for about a week,

father fought with Tito, no wife...

Has a half-brother who was a classical pianist in Sarajevo...

Listen - Mirich's been arrested three times for smuggling...

-Got to be him.

-No... The man in the tape,

he's no black marketeer or nationalist - remember?

"I am a Serb, a Croat and a Muslim." He holds everyone responsible.

-He's been missing for two weeks!

-No, it doesn't fit.

I've got a V Mirich on Swissair flight 1204 from Zurich.

Arriving when?

-Seven minutes ago.

-Get JFK Security a pic.

-Re-route to Kennedy NEST.

Excuse me. Excuse me!

Cover all exits. Nobody gets out of here. Nobody!

-Who's Devoe?

-Swissair 1204, non-residents.

Station 20. This way.

He's not here. He's not here.

Possible identification, Desk 7.

The far corner.

Excuse me.

Vlado Mirich?

Yes?

Who the hell is this?

Uh-huh. All right.

Passport's fake. Claims he bought it on the street in Sarajevo.

We've detained eight men

using passports from former Yugoslav nations.

-None matches the description.

-Eight?!

-Where is he?

-That all?

-Plus delegations.

The what?

They don't go through customs.

-Shit...

-200 or so of them.

TV BLARES

We're talking about a possible terrorist situation - we need to detain the entire delegation.

These are diplomats, here as guests of the US State Department.

Then I need their names.

We're looking for a Vlado Mirich.

-We need room numbers, too.

-He's not Mirich -

he's Dusan Gavrich, in the Bosnian Serb delegation.

Their minister was assassinated - Mr Gavrich is attending instead.

The brother.

FAINT BLEEPING

COCKING OF WEAPONS

LIFT CHIMES

Go, go!

Diplomatic papers - they never searched it.

Still warm.

Move!

HE PLAYS MELODY

PEOPLE SCREAM

Nina!

Dana!

-THEY SCREAM

-Dana! Dana!

Nina!

ANGUISHED CRY

SCREAMING CONTINUES

Help me!

HELP ME!

HELP MY CHILD!

PLEASE, HELP ME!

HE YELLS IN SERBIAN

HORNS BLARE

East 44th St.

-DOE, got anything yet?

-'Choppers are up.'

Nothing approaching target levels.

OK. The backpack will leak radiation,

so they can locate him in a small area.

OK, set up roadblocks here, close off 2nd Ave,

funnel him down 43rd to the UN.

-Deploy snipers...

-Command Centre.

General, we must close 2nd Ave East

'from 55th to 42nd and the north of 42nd from 6th to the river.

'We'll be in position at the UN.

'Instruct field agents and snipers,

'subject cannot be aware of the hunt.'

WHISTLE BLOWS

CAR HORN BLARES

Move it.

Something big at UN today. Traffic bad all morning.

-KELLY: 'Chopper Hunter 1, anything?'

-Negative.

'HQ, Kelly. We'll work our way south.'

Suggest stop anyone with a backpack north of 55th.

-Roger.

-A state issue?!

It's a national emergency!

-Get over here and spread them!

-Hold it! Hands on your head!

Fascists! Du kleine ficke!

HORN BLARES

Come on!

Let's go!

SIREN WAILS

SIRENS CONTINUE

Come on, let's move it!

SIREN WAILS

-What is this?!

-We have instructions...

-Looks like Desert fucking Storm!

-He sees us and...

Get these men out of here! Out!

-Colonel?

-So clear it!

-Where's the containment trucks?

-It's gridlock!

-Where are they?

-MAN:

-'We picked up diffuse radiation'

-between 3rd and 2nd, 54th and 46th.

-Can you be more precise?

-'Not from here.'

-OK. Keep an open channel.

When we find him, move out with the NEST teams.

HELICOPTER DRONES OVERHEAD

Put me direct with your closest shooter.

-MAN: 'One. Copy?'

-Leader, this is 1.

-'Coming your way, 1.'

-'Roger. We got a green light?'

'Affirmative.'

'I think he's between 1st and 2nd.

'Probably below 46th.'

All positions, do you see target?

No, sir.

'Not me.'

Come on.

Come to Papa.

This is 4. Target acquired.

300 metres. Not clean. Too many friendlies.

-4, this is Leader. Shoot.

-There's a child, a family...

Acknowledged. Take the shot.

(Shoot him. Come on!)

4, this is Leader -

I repeat, take the shot.

Shoot!

Shoot him! Take the shot!

Oh, God...

SHOOT HIM!

This is 1 - I have target acquired. 400 yards, inbound.

No shot. Should open at 43rd.

SIRENS WAIL

FBI!

I need to get through!

You and the rest of New York, pal.

Dispatch, this is 1501.

I need backup on 43rd Street as soon as you can get it to me.

Leader, this is Hunter one - waiting for target to clear.

You with the backpack - get your hands up.

Get your hands up!

I am a diplomat with the United Nations.

I must be allowed to pass.

-Leader, I may have lost him. He stopped.

-What?!

I'm not sure, he went behind some trees.

He's got to be there! Reacquire!

What's in the backpack? Cuffs.

You got it.

CROWD SCREAMS

Did you engage, 1?!

Negative. Somebody shooting, corner of 43rd and 2nd.

Is he down?!

Is he down?! Is he down?!

'Negative. They're southbound, toward 42nd.'

Have the containment trucks ready to move.

Where are you from?

Philadelphia.

Give me the keys.

SIREN WAILS

-Hey!

-Out of the way! DOE, got him?!

Eastbound on 42nd.

Out of the way!

-Go!

-HORNS BLARE

WOMAN YELLS

GIRLS SCREAM

Oh!

Oh!

Oh...!

TYRES SQUEAL

2nd and 41st! Backup!

He's in there! He went down there!

Stay behind me!

Drop your weapon and show me your fucking hands!

Got him. Alley off 41st.

-Aah!

-GAVRICH YELLS

HE CRIES OUT

You all right?

HELICOPTER BLADES WHIR Yeah.

GAVRICH GROANS

GAVRICH PANTS

'The signal quit! You're there - he's got to be indoors!'

Vlado...

HE TALKS IN SERBIAN

-WOMAN:

-I saw them!

-MAN:

-Up those stairs!

THEY SPEAK SERBIAN

HE GASPS

DOOR OPENS

ALARM BELL RINGS

Move! Move! Move!

ALL SCREAM

SCREAMING CONTINUES

Anybody have him?

-MAN:

-'Nothing south or north.'

-DOE, what you got?

-'Still a diffuse energy source

'somewhere in the area. We're circling back now.'

He knows he'll never make it to the UN.

He's got a nuclear weapon!

All he does is sit down behind a dumpster and take out midtown!

He doesn't want to die like that, he wants his death to mean something.

-'Still no clear reading.'

-Keep circling. Fan out!

He's within 200 yards. I shot him - look for blood, door to door.

No sign. He probably ducked into a building.

Keep looking.

CHILDREN'S CHOIR SINGS

Devoe!

Listen.

CHOIR SINGS: "Ave Verum" by Mozart

# Ex Maria virgine

# Vere passum

# Immolatum

# In cruce pro homine... #

HE SPEAKS SERBIAN

CHILDREN CRY OUT, HE YELLS

Go! Go!

PRIEST: Hurry.

CHILDREN SCREAM

Father, get the children out!

CREAKING

Come on. Give me your hand. Give me your hand.

Let's go. Go.

Go, go, go, go.

SHE GASPS

You cannot stop this. Never.

OK.

OK, just...

Just stay still. Stay there.

Stay still.

It's OK.

You don't want to die like this.

Tell me about the bomb.

Is it on a trigger?

Is it on a timer?

Is it activated?

Come on, talk to me. We can decide on a way out of this.

HE GROANS No!

Who decided...for my wife?

My child, murdered.

Huh?

For what?

For what?!

For breathing?

For smiling?

And now... I am left...

Who decides for me?

Mr Gavrich, what is it you want?

HE SPEAKS SERBIAN

I want it to be...

..like it was.

Sir, it's not our war.

It is now.

NO!

Son of a bitch!

Where the hell is NEST?! Get NEST!

It's on a timer.

The bomb's on a timer, right?!

-Ken. Ken - WHERE ARE THEY?!

-I'm on it.

-Ken, tell me NEST is here.

-'Affirmative.

'There in four minutes.'

They're not going to make it. They're not going to make it!

All right. OK. You're going to have to do this.

Look at this and tell me what you see.

Take a look and tell me what you see!

Er...an SS18 primary with a plutonium core. Bomb inside a bomb.

Capacitor relay detonator, double pull, double throw.

Only way of knowing is to open it up.

What?!

-Let's move it into... Get it off him.

-OK, wait, wait!

-What?

-We got a trip wire right here.

We move the man with the bomb all at once. Ready?

Let's go! Go! Careful!

Get the gate!

-Why in here?

-It'll help contain the radiation.

You need to get out of the church.

Please, evacuate as many people as you can.

I, er...need something for the screws.

-Here.

-Quick!

Go! Go.

TIMER BLEEPS

Devoe, get out of here.

-OK. I'll be in the truck.

-HE LAUGHS

SHE PANTS (Shit!)

The plutonium core...

is surrounded by explosive panels.

Give me the knife.

If we can separate one of the panels, we may be able to blow up...

the outer bomb...without...

the core going to nuclear yield.

Going to blow this up? You'll blow up the bomb?!

Know what you're doing?!

You've done something like this before?!

Defuse stolen nuclear primaries...?

No.

SHE GROANS

Aw, damn!

I need your gun.

-Give me the gun. I need the gun.

-Go.

Easy, easy. Easy!

All right.

14... 13...

12...

11... Let's go! 10...

9... 8... COME ON! 7...

COME ON! 6... 5...!

Go, go, go, go!

RAPID BLEEPS

SIREN WAILS

Julia. Come here. Are you OK?

Hey, are you OK? Hey!

Come here. Come here...

You OK?

Yes.

All right.

SHE SOBS

Yeah...

Hey, listen - you're OK. All right?

You're OK!

Yeah...

Julia!

Julia!

Julia!

Julia!

SIRENS WAIL

So - they give you any new medals?

Yes, they did.

-Well, you worked very hard for them.

-Thank you.

So, we got a tradition over at Military Ops,

whenever combatants return from the field in one piece -

er, we buy each other a beer.

-You made that up.

-Yes, I did.

Well, um... I got ten more to go.

I'll wait.

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