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- Who the hell could that be?

What's your business?

- Well, I bring cabbages.

- Cabbages? - Cabbages.

- Sign here.

- What the fuck's going on?

- We're under attack.

- Jesus Christ,

it sounds like the whole fucking base is on fire!

- Keep very alert for bogies!

- Yes, sir, we'll keep our eyes open.

- Got a match?

Guess not.

Let's go.

All right, we're in.

- Hold it, hold it, stop!

Hold it! Hold it!

Jesus Christ, these two are dead!

- They've broken in, somebody's been here.

Come on, let's check it out.

- Mr. Anderson, how long do you intend to stay in Israel?

- I don't know, about a week.

- Are you here for business or pleasure?

- Business.

I'm covering the attack on the U.S. Naval Base.

- Your first time in Israel?

- No.

- Enjoy your stay.

- Thanks.

Can you tell me where the press conference is?

- Yes, sir, upstairs and to the right.

Here's your pass.

- Thanks.

- You better hurry up, sir,

they're already in session.

- We can report that a total of eight Marines were killed

and six wounded in last night's raid.

An extremist religious group operating out of Baghdad,

which calls itself Black October,

has claimed responsibility.

Due to the alert reactions of our Marines

guarding the main gate,

the attack vehicle was stopped at that point

and no further damage is reported.

- Ladies and gentlemen, you may pick up mimeograph lists

of the American personnel

who were killed and wounded in the raid.

The next of kin have already been notified.

Are there any questions?

- Yes, Ted.

- Ted Fence at the Writers.

Can you now actually confirm that Black October

was responsible for this raid?

- Confirmation at this time is based solely

on contact made with our embassy by a group

claiming to be Black October.

- Miss Clifford?

- Yes?

- Catherine Elders, the Associated Press.

What did they say their motive was for attacking the base?

- I am not going to comment on the internal affairs

of a foreign government.

You'll have to ask--

- Michael Anderson, Los Angeles Post!

Were all the casualties a result of the bombing

or was their and exchange of gunfire?

- No.

- Can you confirm the report?

- Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen,

that'll be all for right now.

We will have a complete update for you at 3 P.M. today.

Thank you very much.

I have lists.

- Hey.

Hey, Coop.

- What the hell are you doing in Tel Aviv, Mike?

- Just got in, I'm covering for Bob Misiorowski.

Fucking guy broke his leg

on some goddamn celebrity ski thing.

- Sounds like Misiorowski.

You don't look so great yourself there, pal.

- What do you mean, I'm wearing a tie.

- I thought you were working out of Los Angeles?

- I was in New York on my way to Paris to push my book.

- Oh yeah, listen, I read it.

Congratulations, man, did a great job.

- Thanks. - I'm proud of you.

- Thanks.

Yeah, they got me up in the middle of the night,

told me to get my but down here.

- Ugh.

- How's Susan doing?

- She's fine, you know.

It's pretty crazy here right now.

Things are bad and looks like they're getting worse

but we're all doing all right.

- She seem pissed off at me?

- Colonel?

Can I see you for a minute, please?

- Yes, sir, just a moment.

Listen-- - Now, Colonel!

Bring me some copies of the press brief.

- Yes, sir.

- Hey, Anderson.

How come I'm not in the book?

- I gotta move out, bud.

- Hey, John, do you got time for lunch?

- Yeah, we got a lot of catch up to do, pal.

- Yeah, we do.

I'm at the King David.

Can you meet me at the cafe at 13:00?

- You buying?

- Yeah.

- I'll be there.

- I'm going to see the old man.

So, tell me, what do you got, quick.

- I have all available personnel working on it.

The package won't leave the country.

- Yeah, well if it does, you're gonna be slinging hash

at some military school somewhere.

I give you one thing to do, just one thing.

To watch that package for 12 hours.

12 hours!

Now six hours later, the base is on fire,

there's a morgue full of Marines

and we can't find that goddamn package anywhere.

- Hey, pal,

at the Naval base, how many Marines would guard

the gate over there?

- Okay.

You may go in now, Mr. Anderson.

- Shit.

- Thanks always, Susan.

- Sure.

- Oh.

Hey, I saw your book, Mike.

Good job.

You spelled all the words right.

- Hi, Susan.

You look great.

- Thanks.

- I'm doing the best I can, sir.

- You just find that goddamn package.

ASAP.

- Yes, sir.

- What's the real story here?

- Pick up the press release, it's all there.

- Come on, it's never all there.

Are you tied up for tonight?

- Am I tied up for tonight?

You have some nerve, you know?

You broke the story on the capture of the terrorists

that blew up the airport in Rome

and then you just disappeared, vanished for a year.

- My paper called me home. - Oh, come on!

That is the lamest goddamn excuse I've ever heard.

Why couldn't you just tell me it was over to my face?

- Look, you got it all wrong.

- And what about John?

That bomb killed everyone he loved.

You should've been there for him, where were you?

- Where was I?

- Yeah.

- I called you from L.A., I called you from New York,

twice from El Salvador, remember?

- Oh, so a phone call, huh?

That's how you say goodbye?

I thought I could trust you.

- Trust?

You wanna talk to me about trust?

- Yeah, let's talk about it.

- Excuse me, Miss Clifford.

Mr. Jackson wants to see you.

- Tell him I said in a minute.

- He said right away.

- Susan, wait.

Wait.

Come on, Susan.

Can we get into this somewhere else?

How about dinner?

Call you at five?

- I'll be here.

- Now let me get this straight from square one.

You had the package and now it's gone?

- Yes, sir.

- You were holding it at the Naval base.

Why didn't you just ship the damn thing out?

- It was being sent to the headquarters at Langley.

They decided it would be safer

to ship it by sea than by air.

- Langley? - Mm-hmm.

- Why wasn't I told about it?

- Well, they determined that

it'd be better to secure the package first.

- Just who determined that?

The NSC or the President?

- The headquarters at Langley.

See, technically, sir, neither the NSC nor the President

knows about this.

- Jackson, I cannot allow the shifting

of the responsibility for this to my jurisdiction.

And if you think

that I'm gonna stand-- - Sir, sir.

Look.

We are facing a potentially dangerous situation here

with thousands of lives being threatened.

I've got to inform you not to mention this

to any of your personnel.

I will get to the bottom of this with my people.

- Am I to understand that technically speaking

I haven't been informed of this matter either?

- Any way you wanna put it, sir.

- Well, I guess a week from now,

I won't be seeing this table no more.

- What're you gonna do about Ellana?

- I already told her I'm going home.

The three of us.

- She'll get over it.

- Yeah, but I'm gonna miss her, you know?

- Hey.

A lot of my buddies, you know, when their tour was up,

they went back and hooked up with their girlfriends again.

No big deal.

- That'll be 20 bucks, guy.

- Yeah.

You know, damn, I just can't seem to get warmed up.

You guys want another game?

- This guy doesn't know when he's beaten.

- Yeah, sure, you're on.

- That looks pretty nasty.

What happened?

- Main gate.

Got in the middle of that shit.

Two and a half hours to put out that fire.

Burned half of my fucking arm.

- Well, at least it was only

the main gate that got hit.

- Main gate, my ass.

Tell that to Kyle and Miller.

- Kyle and Miller, what, got killed in the fire?

- No.

They were killed in the armory.

- The armory?

- Hey, Rizzo, at ease.

Come on, let's go.

- Nice meeting you.

You should practice some more.

- Yeah, I guess so.

Goodnight, guys.

Look, I gotta tell you,

whatever happened at the base is not in this report.

- What do you think happened, Mike?

- Coop, I went there.

- So what do you want from me?

- Very simple, the truth.

- The truth is that Black October

tried to blow up a US military base.

- That's bullshit, Coop.

Come on, this isn't Lebanon.

Not even close.

Nobody heard any gunshots.

Nobody heard any squealing tires.

That truck was completely stopped at the guard house.

- Mike, Mike, get with the program, will you?

I've been up all night on this.

Jackson is busting my ass.

Give me a break, will you?

- Coop, what happened at the armory?

- Let me think about it.

- Right, think about it.

Listen,

Susan really laid into me about what happened in Rome.

You know, if I could've stayed, I would have.

I loved Ellen and the kids.

- Hey, you did what you had to do.

Rome.

Christ.

That was a mess.

I'm just glad Susan was there.

- Listen, can you get me off the hook with her?

- Well, I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you.

Susan and I are gonna be married, Mike.

- What the fuck is that?

- What the?

- Yeah?

- I taught you were gonna call me at five.

- Oh yeah, Susan, hi.

Yeah, sure, I'm buying you dinner.

- No, I think we're talking about breakfast now.

- What?

Oh, shit.

I slept straight through.

I'll be over in half an hour.

- Okay.

I'll be right up.

How about over there?

Thanks.

- Susan?

- Is this what you ordered, sir?

- I don't know.

- Banana pancakes.

I remember they're your favorite, right?

- Yeah, that's right.

Oh.

Let me put some clothes on.

If I understand, congratulations are in order.

- Yeah, thanks.

- Listen,

yesterday, I really,

it was really dumb of me to

barge in on you like that.

I really should've called first.

- Spoke with John a little bit last night

about what happened in Rome and I understand more.

You know, it's okay.

- So, I guess I blew it, huh?

- Pancakes are getting cold.

- Oh yeah.

- They didn't have any maple syrup

so I got you honey instead.

- Oh, thanks a lot.

- Sure.

So, those as good as mine?

- Yeah?

- Mike, it's John.

- It's Coop.

Hey, wanna come up?

Susan's here.

- No, it's time we talk about your room.

Meet me at the Maccabi

basketball stadium in 10 minutes.

It's important.

- I know where it is.

I'll be right over.

Bye.

Did you think about it?

- I don't know what was taken from the armory, Mike.

Jackson's stonewalling the whole story.

Some sort of coverup.

Two days ago he told me he had a package going out.

Transoceanic delivery.

He didn't say it was anything special

but he was real hush, hush about it.

Now, whatever the package was is gone

and he's trying to hang it on me.

- You sure you're not being a little paranoid?

- Paranoid?

Mike, I read his report.

He's looking for a scapegoat and I'm his first choice.

He's naming names and it's all fiction.

If he had just told me what's in the package,

I coulda handled it personally.

Listen, I'm going out on a limb on this

but I gotta take a chance.

I think I'm being watched.

I left a file for you in Susan's office.

It just came in from Washington.

It's everything we know on Black October.

From Langley to Barzel.

- Say, Coop, you know I really appreciate

you leveling with me on this one.

- Hey, pal, no problem.

You're one of the few people I think I can still trust, huh?

Talk to you soon, we'll have a couple of beers, all right?

- Yeah.

- Oh, Mike.

Jesus, I almost forgot.

Susan wants you to come over for dinner tonight.

Just like we did in the old days.

About eight o'clock or so?

Meatloaf.

- Sounds great, I'll be there.

- All right, buddy. - Sure.

- Where to, boss?

- Take me back to the King--

- All right, one more time from the top.

- I ran into John at the embassy.

We had lunch, we talked about old times.

We had some things to clear up.

Personal.

- Personal, my ass!

The military attaché for the United States Embassy

in Tel Aviv was just blown to smithereens

and you were the last one to speak to him.

Now I wanna know what the fuck you were talking about.

Huh?

- You finished?

- Let's see.

Political Science major.

Yale.

United States Marine.

You wrote a column for the Marine Corp Gazette?

Honorable discharge,

Associated Press and now Los Angeles Post.

Two books out, last one a best seller.

After you led us to those terrorists,

we even tried to recruit you ourselves.

- Yeah, by shipping me out of Italy.

- Goddamn, man,

we saved your life by shipping you out of there.

Those terrorists knew who tipped us off.

You and this lady, here.

Both would've been killed.

Look.

Anderson,

why don't you just save both of us a whole lot of trouble

and tell me what you and Cooper had going on?

- Can I go now?

- Sure.

- It's not fair, Mike, you know?

I finally convinced him to take time off for the wedding.

We were gonna go home so he can meet my parents.

He's been strained.

He and Jackson have been going at each other for months now.

Oh, Mike.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

- Did you read this?

- No.

- Seems like Black October

is the biggest terrorist group we've ever seen.

It's based in Iraq, it has links to the Shiite Muslims.

Muslim Jihad.

PLO.

Funded by Libya, Iran

as well as Syria.

Susan, do you know where Barzel is?

- No, why?

- Coop said everything was in this file

from Langley to Barzel.

Well, there's no mention of it here.

I don't know what the hell it could be.

- I'm not sure but I can check on it if you want me to.

- Did you see this?

- What is it?

- Two more marines killed.

- Yeah, I read the release on that.

- A lot of marines dying around here lately.

- Thanks for being here.

- See you.

I'm working for an American newspaper.

Is there anyway I can see

where those marines were killed yesterday?

Look, I knew one of the guys.

Come on, buddy, don't be such an asshole.

Won't you just make it easier for the both of us

and just tell me what you want?

- I'll take that.

This way.

- What the hell's wrong with him?

- He died 20 minutes ago.

We are waiting for the ambulance to come and pick him up.

You don't look like a reporter.

- You don't look like room service.

- It depends on your point of view.

I guess these two really got fucked.

- Miss Clifford.

I'm sorry about John.

He's a good man.

I think he was killed by Black October.

And I also think that Anderson knows something.

Susan, I need for you to do something for me.

- What do you want me to do?

- I need for you to open up Mike Anderson.

- 201, please.

Thanks.

- Miss Clifford's office.

- This is Mike Anderson.

Could you put her on now, please?

- Mike?

- Yeah, hi, listen, I gotta see you right now.

- Don't come here.

Go to my apartment.

- Taxi!

- What's going on?

- Quiet.

Come on.

Somebody tried to run me over today.

My room's been searched, my phone's tapped.

I think yours is too.

See that car down there?

- Yeah.

- I think they're CIA.

- Well, I just ran into Jackson at the Embassy

and he asked me to watch you.

- What'd you tell him?

- I told him that I would.

- Good.

- Unit 10, report.

- No calls yet.

- Let's see here.

Son of a bitch.

Jenny, it's Mike.

- Where the hell are you?

- Nevermind, just take this down.

- Okay, go.

- Tel Aviv, Wednesday the 28th.

The chain of events which began with the bombing

of the US Naval Base has taken a grim turn for the worse

with the death of Colonel John Cooper.

- Son of a bitch!

Let's go, let's go!

Shit!

Jesus!

- I shouldn't be long.

- Finally.

We have a file on Black October.

- I know, I just read it.

Do you realize the mess we've gotten ourselves into?

These maniacs can kill tens of thousands of people

if they choose to.

- Look, I've got all my men working on it.

We just have to take it one step at a time.

- Well I insist we tell the Israelis.

- Oh, no, no.

We've gotta give that another day.

- Well what about Anderson?

- I've got him completely covered.

Besides,

Susan Clifford is with him.

- Jackson?

Do you think we're doing the right thing here?

- Look, Ambassador,

Warren,

we just have to relax.

You don't know when to let things alone, do you?

Huh?

- What the fuck are you hiding here?

What's going on here, Jackson? - Look, I am asking

the questions around here and tomorrow you're out of here,

first plane smoking.

- No way, man, you're not pulling me out of here

like you did in Rome-- - Hey, I can do

any goddamn thing I want to.

- I saw that fucking truck up front.

That's a chemical decontamination vehicle.

- Ah, bullshit, bullshit!

- Whatever's going on here, I'm gonna find it

and I don't care what you do.

You love this shit, don't you, Jackson?

Sneaking around, putting bugs up my ass.

- Wait.

- Trying to run me over in the street.

Taking shots at me.

- Hold it.

- Want a shot? - Holt it, sit down.

Hey, sit down!

- Huh, come on! - Sit the fuck down!

- Get your fucking hands off me!

- Now look,

nobody here is trying to take a shot at you.

We've got wires on you, we've got tails on you

but nobody here is trying to kill you.

- Then who the hell's shooting at me?

- Your guess is as good as mine, man.

Wish to hell I knew.

- They killed my best friend.

I wanna know what's going on.

- All right.

Gentlemen, let us have this room, please.

Now, Anderson,

I can bust you, I can throw you out of the country,

I can make you just disappear.

But I'm not gonna do any of that.

I'm gonna try and make a deal with you

because I'm closing in on Black October

and you got just enough

information to fuck everything up.

So you gotta promise me one thing.

You gotta hold off for 48 hours

before you break what I'm about to tell you.

- You're on.

- Six months ago, for chemists were working here

on a new formula for a special fertilizer

to be used on high yield crops.

It cost them their lives.

- How?

- They stumbled on a new compound.

- What do you mean, a new compound?

- A nerve gas.

It's heavier than air,

odorless, tasteless.

It'll kill you in 30 seconds

and 60 seconds later, it's gone.

- Jesus Christ.

- Our government, of course, has placed

a high priority status on this compound

and I was directed to execute a special operations transfer

of a sample to CIA headquarters in Langley.

The package was kept here at the base

when it was stolen by Black October.

- How much did they get away with?

- Enough to clear approximately one square mile

of every living, breathing organism.

About 50 thousands people.

Living.

- Those marines at the hotel.

- What about them?

- The newspaper reported they were killed

by automatic weapons fire.

I went there.

There's not a single bullet hole

in the wall or the furniture.

No stray shots.

They were dead before they went down.

Shot on the floor to cover it up.

Gas?

- If you break our little deal,

I won't be responsible for what happens to you.

You got it?

- Got it.

I can't believe I'm here

cooperating with the goddamn CIA.

I should just print this fucking thing anyway.

- I know you're frustrated but from what you've told me,

I think you should wait a couple more days.

Let Jackson handle it.

- Yeah.

Let Jackson handle it.

201, please.

Thanks.

For you.

- Thanks.

Gotta call the Embassy.

- Use the phone in my room?

- Okay.

- I just gotta check on something.

- Mr. Anderson,

there is someone who'd like to speak with you.

- Oh yeah, says who?

- My grandmother.

- Mr. Anderson,

be so kind as to come with us, please.

- Good evening, Mr. Anderson.

Sorry we had to bring you this way.

It's a violent world we live in.

- Sure.

Adnon Zobedi.

You're not an easy man to reach.

- And that's the way I like it.

Unfortunately, many have succeeded in reaching me lately.

Your CIA, for instance.

It's made my life, my business, very difficult.

And arms dealing is a difficult business

to begin with, Mr. Anderson.

- Is this part of the reason?

- So you saw the file?

- Yeah.

- Amazing what a little airbrushing can do.

- I knew I recognized that photo from somewhere.

- Backed pasta that night.

- Yeah, overcooked.

So the CIA's using a fake photo?

- No, fake file.

Mr. Anderson,

it could cost me a lot of money and favors in Washington

to get me out of it.

Black October isn't real.

- It doesn't make sense.

Who the hell is behind this whole thing?

- Maybe someone who want the world to believe

there is a Black October.

Maybe someone very clever

who's trying to provoke an international incident.

Maybe even a war.

Quite a story, wouldn't you say, Mr. Anderson?

One might even call it an exposé.

Mr. Anderson,

drive carefully.

- Hey, where have you been?

- What?

- What're you doing?

- I just got a big piece of the puzzle.

- Yeah, what's that?

- There is no Black October.

- What?

- It's a hoax.

Wait till you read this, okay?

It's all in here.

- I'm gonna take a shower.

- Right.

- Hey, do you have any conditioner?

- What?

- Do you have any conditioner?

- Yeah, it's on the shelf by the towels.

- Will you get it for me?

- Good morning.

- I can't believe you're eating that now.

- Come here.

I can't believe how much I missed you.

- Yeah, me too.

- I've been on the phone all day to LA

trying to get the story out

but they won't take it without verification.

You know what, there's just something else missing there.

- So what're you gonna do?

- I don't know.

Maybe we should just get the hell out of here.

Rome, Paris.

What do you think?

Start again?

- I have to go to work now, okay?

- All right.

- The crowds are enormous here

for this event unfolding before us

all over this ancient city.

There are probably 50 or 60 thousand people

already assembled here

and by the day's end, that number will triple.

In spite of the increased tension throughout the region,

and indeed, throughout Israel,

the spirits of the pilgrims have not been dampened.

They wait anxiously

for the start of the march

to retrace the lost steps of Jesus Christ.

Most of these holy week pilgrims

care little about recent history.

Their attention firmly riveted,

their souls infused--

- Your breakfast, sir.

- A sense of the past

that Jerusalem conjures up without even trying.

That's the magic of this town.

- I don't have time for breakfast.

- And non-believer alike.

The peace procession now waiting at the first station.

It was here

where Jesus was publicly charged

and condemned to death by Pontius Pilate.

And the tradition and belief

that he committed to suicide in the end

may well be correct.

- Jackson?

It's Anderson.

I gotta see you right away.

- What is it?

- Not on the phone.

- Then get over here.

24 Jerusalem Road.

- What the fuck is going on here?

Cooper.

- Hello, Mike.

Gotcha.

Put these on.

Behind your back, do it!

Sit down.

Barzel.

I slipped up.

- Yeah.

And you slipped me that phony Black October file.

- That's part of it.

Mike, here, loves a good story, Lou.

Why don't you fill him in on what's been going on?

Go on, take a shot.

- Military attaché pays off two of his own men

to steal the Barzel compound

and then he kills them with it.

They probably didn't even know what they stole.

- That's very good, Lou.

Close, as usual, but no cigar.

The two were a special operations unit,

expendable in the big picture, and this is big, Mike.

Bigger than even you can imagine.

- You just had to test it, didn't you?

You little shit.

- Hey, stop it!

What the hell are you doing?

What, am I next?

- No.

Not yet.

After the show.

I have a Good Friday special

I would like you to watch with me first.

- Cooper,

what're you gonna do with the gas?

- Gentlemen, it's showtime.

- The events of almost 2000 years ago

are suddenly as real as yesterday.

And for many here, the sorrowful procession...

remains a draining, emotional experience,

an experience of a lifetime.

- All those pilgrims.

Three o'clock.

The bells in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre.

Black October will release the infamous Barzel compound.

Quite a bit more than this, of course.

This is just a small sample.

For Lou.

I think we're looking at a body count of 50

to a hundred thousand people.

And here's a key part.

At least half of those people have got to be Americans.

Now, to me they'll be American heroes.

But it's not gonna play that way in Peoria.

- You son of a bitch!

What about their families?

- You got something you wanna say, Lou?

- Do you seriously plan to kill

thousands of innocent people?

- Plus two.

We blame it on Iraq and the rest of the Arabs

and wait for Uncle Sam to send in the Marines.

Gentlemen, we are going to start a fucking war.

- There's only one problem, John.

I already filed the story.

It's going to press as we speak.

No one's gonna blame it on Black October

because they'll know there is no Black October.

- You lying snake.

Mike,

my family died a terrible death in Rome.

And what did my country do about it?

Nothing.

That's just not right.

- Now listen to me, Colonel.

- Shut up.

- No, listen to me.

- Shut up! - Colonel!

You made a pledge to defend this country,

not to start your own little revolutions when you see fit!

- Sit down.

- You didn't mourn Ellen and the kids very long, did you?

Before you jumped on Susan.

You fucking piece of shit!

- You bastard!

- Coop, where's the gas?

Coop, where's the gas?

- Ding-dong.

Ding...

Dong.

- Mike!

On the double!

Mike, it's too late!

Forget the key, get out of here!

- Sit down, sit down.

- Don't worry about me.

Go for it!

Go!

Quick!

- The peace procession is now leaving

the ninth station of the cross.

A Roman column blocks the ninth station.

A reminder that Jesus collapsed within sight

of the place of his crucifixion.

To commemorate that fateful event,

at three o'clock the entire procession

will pause at the 11th station,

the sight where Christ was nailed to the cross.

The word crucifixion describes a terrible act of torture.

Stretched upon his bed of death,

Jesus was fastened to the cross with nails,

which pierced his hands and feet,

causing gaping wounds from which his blood flowed freely.

The base of the cross was firmly fixed in the rock

and to prevent the body from tearing under its own weight,

it was propped up between the legs and under the feet.

- Where's the Church of the Holy Sepulchre?

- The 11th station.

- What station is this?

What station?

What station is this?

- What is it, my son?

- What station?

- This is the 11th station.

- Are you gonna sacrifice me too?

- No!