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(booms)

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(men speaking in
foreign language)

(engine rumbling)

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(man whistles)

(engine rumbles)
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(speaking in foreign language)

(ominous music)

(low chattering in
foreign language)

(rock music)

- A little token, my friend?

- Yes of course, Yuri,

a celebration of
today's special events.

- The way to a man's heart.
- Is through his liver.

- To life.

- To death.

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(funky music)

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(gun fires)

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(yelling)

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(booming)

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(gun fires)

(grunts)

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(gun fires)

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(thuds)
(gun fires)

(booms)
(grunts)

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(gun fires)

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(engine rumbling)

(gun fires)

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(booming)

(dramatic music)
(booming)

(ominous music)

(machine buzzing)

(foreboding music)

- Somebody's playing games.

(dramatic music)
(gun fires)

- You need both keys
to be locked in.

(machine buzzing)

(beeping)

(dramatic music)

- [Man] Status.

- Silo number 36 reporting,
all systems normal.

No incidents to report.

Get my shoes polished,
I'm going to a party.

(dramatic music)

(gun fires)

(classical music)
(low chattering)

- Hi, how are you?

Good evening.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Ambassador Pierce, it's a
great pleasure to welcome you.

- The pleasure is all
mine Mr. President.

To finally see an honorable
man in your position,

I congratulate you.

- You're too kind.

It is the people, not me
who must have the credit.

- Willmont, Mr. President,
may I introduce my new deputy

and security attache,
George Willmont.

- Pleased to meet
you, Mr. President.

Good party.

Great grub too.
- Thank you.

Enjoy the party, gentlemen.

(man singing in
foreign language)

- It's song celebrating
the freedom of my people,

sung by the great
idol, Ivan Koselovich.

- Great.

Why don't we leave it that way.

- Okay.

- Look, can't this
thing go any faster?

- No, sorry, I can do nothing.
- Nothing?

- Nothing, this is a
ration taxi car, shit!

(speaking in foreign language)

Oh, hello Mr. Jackson,
yes, now I am thinking,

I can do something.

(lively instrumental music)

You are wanting to
maybe buy Rolex?

- They're fake.

- No, no fake my friend.

Genuine imitation
Rolex. (smacks)

You are needing Visa
papers, money exchange?

Female companion?

I have cousin, Dmitri.

- Dmitri's a guy's name.

- No, no my silly
American friend.

Dmitri is cousin arranging
everything for you.

(lively instrumental music)

You are wanting to buy furry
dice for your American car.

(tires crunch)

- Invitation.

- Gracy, security attache.

- Gracy?
- Yeah.

- Security is Willmont.

- Willmont?

No, no, Willmont
is my replacement.

- You go now.

- Look, I'm an American,

I need to see the U.S.
Ambassador right away.

- Wife left me for
American and I look to kick

American buttocks ever since.

You go now.

(dramatic music)

- Nice gun.

Nice cold sore.

Let's get outta here.

- Invitation is no good.

Why you are not tell me
the invitation is no good?

I have brother in law, Achmed,
who for the right price,

can in just four hours--

Three hours.

Two hours.

One hour.

Okay, plan B.

(lively instrumental music)

Invitation guaranteed.

(speaking in foreign language)

(lively instrumental music)

(engine revs)

(tires squeal)

- Okay we're in, stop the car.

(screaming)

- No, no, no.

- What do you mean no?

- I can't stop the
brakes, they don't do!

- Well take your
foot off the gas.

- But the gas is stuck!

I don't know, I can't stop!

This is ration shit car!

- Turn it off.
- What?

- Turn it off.

Turn it.

(screams)

(engine revs)

(tires squeal)

(foreboding music)

- [Man] Hands on the car.

- Gracy!

What in the hell do
you think you're doing?

Why aren't you stateside?

- What's this all about?

- I'm sure it's
nothing Mr. President.

I apologize for this.

Now, if you will excuse me.

Send the bill to the embassy.

Mr. Gracy, would you please
come with me right now?

(dramatic music)

Jack, what the hell
is this all about?

- Whatever it is, it can
surely be said in my presence.

- But Mr. President,
this is a private matter.

- There's been a breach.

According to our traces, the
launch controls at silo 36,

well they've been
compromised this morning.

- You'll to excuse
Mr. Gracy sir.

He's just recently been
dismissed and I can assure you

that we have disconnected
all of our tracers

according to
international treaties.

- A breech?

Evan, get me the
Defense Minister.

- Stay where you are Evan.

I don't know what this
man is talking about.

I personally oversaw the
changing of the guards

at silo number 36.

This morning.

- Thank you Sergei.

Well then, I believe this
mystery has been solved.

Don't you Mr. Gracy?

- Yes, I believe it has.

- Oh, look at the time.

Gentlemen, Mr. Gracy is
late for his flight back

to the United States.

Say goodbye Jack.

- My gun please.

I apologize for the
disruption, Mr. President.

(ominous instrumental music)

- There, now it's working!

You two need anything
else, call me or my cousin,

Nikolai Nikolovich.

My American friend.

I will see you later, huh.

Picking you up later.

Let's go boys!

(clattering)

- Nice work Jack.

Crash a party, create an
international incident,

not to mention
committing a felony.

- You got a big mouth
for a little guy.

- Jack.

What felony?

- Section 364, paragraph two,

unauthorized use of
government property.

That tracing unit
belongs to me now.

You're gonna have
to answer for this.

- Willmont, this has nothing
to do with you at all.

- But sir!

- Moron.

- Jack, what are you doing?

Breaking in, creating panic,
unloading government secrets.

Christ!

- What secrets Harry?

You think they don't know
about our tracers, come on.

They're still playing
the same games.

Fall of the Iron Curtain
didn't change anything.

You know that, I know that.

Even my grandmother knows that.

- Even you should know it's
not your job anymore, Jack.

- It'll always be my job.

- It's shit like this
that caused you to lose it

in the first place.

And another thing--
- Yes?

- I sure as shit
am gonna miss you.

- Feeling are mutual,
Mr. Ambassador.

Ah, sorry about the door.

(plucky instrumental music)

Hey, I was just
kidding about your lip.

(thuds)

(dramatic music)

(groans)

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(steps clattering)

(thuds)

Ow Katie!

- How dare you leave
without even saying goodbye.

- That hurt.

Katie!

Calm down.

- Am I some cheap conquest.

- Katie calm down, you know
what happens when you get mad.

Now, it's not what
you're thinking.

- Oh no?
- No.

- And what exactly was I
supposed to think, Jack?

- Sweetheart, sweetheart, I
was gonna make it up to you,

I promise.

- Really, let me
guess, with flowers?

- Yes.

- And a note
explaining everything.

- Yeah, and a ticket to
join me for two weeks

in beautiful Bahamas sweetheart.

Just you and me.

- You told me you
hate the Bahamas.

- You know, sometimes people,
they change their minds right?

All right, I give up, I give up.

(dramatic music)

(sweet instrumental music)

(soft laughing)

(speaking in foreign language)

- American bastard.

State your business.

- You don't read?

Catering.

- Well, the reception
started two hours ago.

- Relax, this is Soviet Union.

- Bazrakhistan.

Get out.

I need to check the back.

- Whatever you say.

(thuds)
(groans)

(ominous music)

(gun fires)

(clapping)

(dramatic music)

(clapping)

- Thank you, thank you.

For much too long, many
of us here today have been

separated from each other.

Be it the Iron Curtain,
the bars of a prison cell,

or the rigid confines
of an ideology.

I say the time is now
that we come together

to build a foundation of
trust and cooperation.

To reach out in
peace and friendship.

To set our sights on
a better tomorrow.

(gun fires)
(groans)

To establish a
structure of civility

and mutual understanding

and wipe the shame from
the souls of our people.

(man groaning)

We should find
ourselves surrounded

with friendship and love.

It is my profound belief
that from this day forward

we should present
ourselves to the world

as kind and gentler,

revealing our true intentions
and ridding ourselves

once and for all, of all
pretense and disguise

that prevents us from being
honest and showing the world

who we really are, that we
may live together in peace

and in tolerance in our
new democratic republic

of Bazrakhistan.

(crowd clapping)

- Kate?

Where you going hon?

- I'm missing my
father's speech.

- That's not the reason
why you're leaving.

- It was a nice goodbye.

(sad instrumental music)

I believe you know the way out.

(audience clapping)

- And now our esteemed Vice
President, Vassily Krutov.

(audience clapping)

- President Mirovich has
already spoken eloquently

about our country's
recent political changes.

So let me not digress
and simply add

that our political
changes continue.

In fact, at this very
moment, ladies and gentlemen,

the leadership in this country
will again be changing hands.

(dramatic music)

(yelling)

- Krutov, how could you?

(dramatic music)

I trusted you both.

- Take this criminal
down to the mines.

Take them all down there.

- Krutov!

I demand a word with you!

- Oh, Mr. Ambassador,
what do you want?

- Mr. Krutov, do you
realize you are in violation

of your country's constitution
and international law?

- Is that so?
- I demand--

(gun fires)

(dramatic music)

(crowd clattering)

- Mr. Willmont.

Do you have any demands?

(dramatic music)

(light instrumental music)
(man screaming)

- [Man] Shut up!

(dramatic music)

(thuds)

(ominous instrumental music)

- What's going on?

(speaking in foreign language)

(thuds)

I know what that meant.

(dramatic music)

(people clattering)

- [Man] Get going!

(dramatic music)

(people groaning and clambering)

(dramatic music)

(somber instrumental music)

- Premature to be
celebrating, don't you think?

- You can relax now, Sergei,
the coup went perfectly.

- We're not finished yet.

The access disc comes first.

Without it you couldn't launch

a single missile if you had to.

- Take it easy, Sergei.

We are taking care of
it right now, come on.

(thuds)
(low ominous music)

- This man's spent half
his life in the gulag.

He won't divulge a thing.

- In the gulag he didn't
have to answer to me.

(ominous music)

Tell me where it is.

(smacks)

- Put an end to this Krutov.

- I'll put an end to you.

(smacks)

Okay.

(dramatic music)

(thuds)

- What brawn won't
solve, beauty will.

(dramatic music)

- [Branford] Special
Services, Branford speaking.

- This is agent Gracy.

I have a level three emergency.

- [Branford] Whoa, agent
Gracy, you're not calling on

an authorized line.

- Yeah, well I don't have
the choice right now.

There's been a hostile
coup in Bazrakhistan.

Our ambassador's been killed.

- [Branford] ID please.

- 679346562

six.

- [Branford] Mr. Gracy, your
number is no longer valid.

- Look, I'm telling
you, I am in the middle

of a hostile coup.

I don't have time to
explain right now.

- [Branford] You're not
authorized to report here

to begin with, Mr. Gracy.

- Screw your classifications.

Get me Commander
Kelly right now.

- [Branford] I'm not
going to do that.

Now, you know better
than to bother us.

- Look, I'm not asking
for donation dammit!

I'm telling you
there's been a coup!

- [Branford] If you would like
to report any irregularities

in Bazrakhistan, you'll have
to follow proper procedure.

- What?

- [Branford] File a report
with the ambassador.

- He's dead you moron!

- [Branford] Not according
to our intelligence.

- I'm giving you
intelligence now!

- [Branford] You, Mr.
Gracy, are not authorized

to report intelligence.

Good bye.

- Wait, wait!

(dial tone buzzing)

(clattering)

- Katherina.

I will never betray our people.

- Shameless cowards.

- You must be very
proud of your daughter.

Young, intelligent, beautiful.

Full of life.

How quickly all that can change.

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- Don't tell them
anything, don't.

- A wise man once wrote

we can conquer
violence with peace,

overcome brutality with reason.

Why don't you follow your
own advice and be reasonable?

- No, no!

- Katherina's bedroom.

In the floor.

There is a safe.

It is in there.

- [Sergei] And the combination?

- 61

42

26.

- Ax, take her away
but keep her separate.

(crying)

At least until we're sure the
old man's told us the truth.

(feet clattering)

(suspenseful music)

(plucky instrumental music)

- [Woman] 61, 42, 26.

(dramatic music)

(laughing)

- We've done it Sergei!

- Control yourself,
we've done nothing yet.

Take this to the control
center and have Nubo initiate

the launch sequence.

(ominous instrumental music)

- Soon we will celebrate.

(ball clattering)

(man speaking in
foreign language)

- Ah, there it is.

(man speaking in
foreign language)

Yeah, whatever.

I'll just take the ball
and leave, thank you.

(thuds)
(dramatic music)

What's going on here?

What's the target?

(man speaking in
foreign language)

English!

What's the target?

- After don't know.

I just run the system.

(dramatic music)
(grunting)

- What's happening?

(foreboding instrumental music)

- Clear the compound and
start a complete search.

Kill the intruder
and get me that disc.

In the meantime, we proceed
according to schedule.

- Without the disc?

- That's not important just yet.

Krutov can still
threaten without it.

(dramatic music)

(gun fires)
(dramatic music)

- He's in there!

(gun fires)
(dramatic music)

- [Man] I'll stay
here to get the disc

when the body surfaces.

(ominous instrumental music)

- Where is the U.S. Ambassador?

- You shot him.

- Ah, right.

You'll have to do.

With the power invested in me,

blah, blah, blah, blah.

I promote you to
U.S. Ambassador.

Any objections?

Good.

Now, contact your government.

Tell them we must negotiate.

(ominous instrumental music)

- [Branford] Special
Services, Branford speaking.

- This is Willmont,
sector Bazrakhistan,

give me Commander Kelly.

- [Branford] Bazrakhistan
not again, listen--

- This is Willmont,
ID 679723203A/2.

Now get me Kelly.

(ominous instrumental music)

- [Kelly] Kelly here.

What the hell's going
on over there, Willmont?

- This is Vassily Krutov.

Our former president's
crimes against the people

have forced me to
take emergency control

of democratic Bazrakhistan.

- This is Willmont, I
witnessed the transfer.

- [Kelly] Where's
Ambassador Pierce?

- He's dead.

During the confusion
of the take over--

Of the liberation, he
was accidentally killed

by a palace guard.

- [Kelly] I see.

What exactly does
Mr. Krutov want?

- I want you to orchestrate
swift and complete international

recognition of my government.

My country is
currently unstable.

These measures will help me
bring prosperity to my people.

- [Kelly] I understand
your concerns, Mr. Krutov,

but there are international
rules to be considered

and your request is
rather complicated.

- Commander Kelly, did
I forget to mention

that I'm in control of my
country's nuclear weapons?

Tell him, Willmont.

- It's true, sir.

- Of course, I would never
use them Commander Kelly.

But one never knows.

- [Kelly] I understand
completely Mr. Krutov.

- President Krutov.

And understand this, we also
have a palace full of guests,

I'm sure you wouldn't
want any harm to come.

- [Kelly] Of course,
Mr. President.

- Don't try anything stupid.

You know, my country's
a peace-loving nation.

If my demands seem severe,
it is only because my people

desperately desire peace.

- [Kelly] Of course sir.

- Who knows, maybe someday

your president and I

can even share a drink.

- [Kelly] Yes, I
don't see why not.

- You have six hours.

Peace cannot wait.

- [Kelly] We'll get
on it immediately.

- Good and I hope for your sake,

you contact us again shortly.

- [Kelly] We definitely
will, Mr. President.

- Vassily Ivonovitch Krutov.

A compromised member of
Mirovich's government.

He spent time in the gulags.

We suspect, not so much
for his political views,

as for legitimate concerns
for his psychological state.

- We can bomb the palace

and wipe this bastard
out in 15 minutes.

- Are you nuts?

Kill hundreds of innocent
people, risk starting a war?

- There won't be any war once
we get rid of this wacko!

- Fuck him, he's bluffing.

- May I remind
you that they have

30 nuclear missile
installations?

- You want to mess with that?

- That's why we have
to get rid of him!

- Or use diplomacy
to bring him inline.

Krutov is displaying
typical post-coup anxiety.

This man is obviously
just posturing.

- You're fucking posturing.

I say we blast this fruit
to fucking smithereens!

- [Ellen] Aren't you
the voice of reason.

- Why not use a
ranger commando team.

Conduct a surgical
strike, wipe out Krutov,

restore Mirovich and
tomorrow this is all history.

- And if it fails, the
president's ratings are history.

Remember Jimmy Carter in Iran.

- Will you fuck
politics for once.

We're sitting around here
with our thumbs up our asses

while some psycho's got
his finger on the button!

- He's right.

Keeping Krutov around
is a huge risk!

- Yeah, and what better way
to bring him over the edge

than a failed raid.

Diplomacy, gentlemen.

- No diplomacy for a terrorist!

- This is an act of war!

I say we nail him!

- The President
will not approve.

Last week the President
pressured Congress to clear

50 million dollars in
financial aid to Bazrakhistan.

Imagine how they'll
react when they find out

the president gave the
money to a maniac dictator.

- Can we at least authorize
a stand by mobilization?

- Well, I don't like it.

These things always
get out of hand.

- Ellen, it's only a stand by.

Our boys are two hours
away in Turkey right now.

We fly 'em in on a holding
pattern, we buy the president

some time for damage control.

If anything changes, we go in.

- If it came down to it, a
late reaction would look bad

but promise me it's
only a stand by.

No gung ho.

(dramatic music)

- All right gentlemen
we are on stand by.

- Did you kill the intruder?

- He's dead, shot and drowned.

- And the disc?

- The body never surfaced.

(dramatic music)

- Willmont, get out

but don't stray too far.

We still may require
your services.

- I'll advise the president
to approve our decision.

- And the Kremlin, I'm
sure they're as worried

about this wacko as we are.

- My gut still tells me
that this whole thing

is some sort of awkward bluff.

- If it is, Krutov bluffed
his way into a body bag.

- They will not
forget me, Sergei.

- Indeed.

(dramatic music)
(gun fires)

History will not forget you.

Get this sorry waste
of vodka out of here.

(ominous music)

- You got something
to celebrate Willmont?

- Gracy.

What are you doing here?

- Maybe I should be asking
you the same question.

Where's Katherina?

- They're keeping her in a
separate cell down below.

- Why'd they let you go?

- I'm up here negotiating.

- These guys don't
want to negotiate.

They're assassins.

Look, why don't
you come with me.

- Are you crazy!

I'm in the middle of
delicate talks, all right.

- Talks?

These guys don't want to talk.

- So far I've kept them from
launching the nuclear weapons.

- They're not gonna launch
jack, not without this.

- Holy shit.

Look Jack I--

I think it's best if
you give that back Jack.

- What?

- If they have that,

none of this would be
happening right now.

- If they had it they'd
be nuclear right now.

- I order you not to
meddle in this, Jack.

I'm in charge here--

- You order me?

Your job was to protect
Pierce, not take his place.

You're pathetic.

(dramatic music)

- Where you going?

Jack don't fuck this up!

(ominous music)

- Fine.

(dramatic music)

(screams)

(dramatic music)

- Jack!

(dramatic music)

(speaking in foreign language)

- What did he say?

- Drop the gun or he'll kill me.

(speaking in foreign language)

No?

- Kate, don't argue with me now,

just tell him I said no okay.

Just tell him I said no!

(thuds)
(dramatic music)

Kate get out.

No, not the gun,
you wanna kill me?

(thuds)
(dramatic music)

(chains jangling)

(thuds)
(dramatic music)

(clattering)

(dramatic music)

(thuds)

(ominous music)

(groans)

(ominous music)

- Jack.

- Let's go.

- [Branford] Special
Services, Branford speaking.

Hello?

- Branford, I told you about
him, ask for Commander Kelly.

Tell him who you are.

- May I speak to
Commander Kelly?

- [Branford] Who is this?

- This is Katherina Mirova,
daughter of the president

of Bazrakhistan.

- [Branford] Just a
moment, Mr. Mirova.

- [Kelly] This is
Commander Kelly.

- You're a hard man to
get a hold of, Commander.

- [Kelly] Gracy?

- Speaking to you live
from Bazrakhistan, sir.

- [Kelly] I heard
you called earlier.

I thought you'd be
out of there by now.

What have you started this time?

- Well, we have a hostile
military coup, sir

and I guarantee you I had
nothing to do with it.

- [Kelly] We know it.

Willmont contacted us.

- Willmont's in
over his head, sir.

These guys mean business,
but they're not gonna be able

to do anything.

I've got the launch access disc.

- [Kelly] Shit.

They were bluffing?

Are you sure that thing's not--

- He thinks I'm lying.

100% sir, the
president's daughter's

sitting right next to me.

- [Kelly] You tell her that
we have a commando force

ready to move in to restore
her father's government.

Now since they can't
launch, I think our rangers

will have a great night.

Exactly 30 minutes.

Jack listen, your ass is
not too popular around here,

considering you just got canned.

So let me assure you
that your participation

in this matter will
not be welcome.

- Yeah, well I hope you don't
just expect me to sit around--

- [Kelly] Hold on.

I didn't say I was of
that popular opinion.

- So anything I can
do to screw them up

you're all for it, sir?

- [Kelly] Yes, but
don't step on any toes.

You copy?

- I copy.

- [Kelly] Good, now
don't be surprised

when the boys come knockin'.

Oh and Jack?
- Sir?

- [Kelly] Welcome back.

- Green light gentlemen,
we are good to go.

(dramatic music)

(helicopters whooshing)

- We need to talk.

Where's President Krutov?

- President's term has ended.

What do you want?

- I know that you
don't have the disc.

And I know where it is.

- Where?

- Okay look, I don't give a
flying fuck who's in charge

of this shit hole.

Okay, no offense,

I just want to get
outta here alive.

- Of course.

- Okay.

Here's the deal, I'll
get you that disc

but you gotta loosen up the
purse strings a little bit,

if you know what I mean.

- You want money.

(laughs)

- Don't act so surprised, Serg.

After all, isn't that
what this is all about?

Presidency is gonna
make you awful rich.

I just want a little
piece of that.

- Where is it?

- It's around.

Somewhere.

(ominous music)

Okay look, there's no need to
get desperate here, all right.

You've come this far,
why kill your only chance

of getting that disc?

- Can you duck as
fast as you talk?

- Okay look, it's with a
friend of mine, Jack Gracy.

He trusts me.

I'll find him and I'll
get you that disc, okay?

(dramatic music)

- Here's the deal,
find me that disc

and you'll get your pot of gold.

Fail me,

I will kill you.

(ominous music)

- Look at me Katie, these
rangers are the best

that we have and if anybody
can get us out of here

it's them okay?

You keep your chin up.

- Jack?

Why won't you tell me why
you were really leaving.

- Not right now.

- But what if something happens?

- Nothing's going to happen.

- Don't walk away from
me, I need to know.

- No, you don't need to know!

(somber instrumental music)

Katie, Katie.

Sorry, Katie.

Look honey, a few months
ago I was sent to track

some new drug routes
that were merging across

the former Soviet Union.

I discovered a processing
station that was the last

stop for the Asian drugs
before they headed west.

They were also using
children as carriers.

- Is this still going on?

- No, because last week I
tracked down the son of a bitch

that was running the operation
and I decided to put him

out of business.

Well, it turned out
that this asshole

was an arms smuggler who was
working with a covert unit

of ours, he was on our payroll.

They decided that he
was an integral member

of our intelligence community.

- Your superiors were angry.

- Yeah, they were
pissed off big time

and to cover their asses
they had me removed

for insubordination and
that's the end of the story.

- So now you go back to
Chicago to be a policeman.

- I don't think so.

They had a problem with
my insubordination too.

We got work to do.

(ominous music)

- Jack, through here.

(gasps)

(ominous music)

Constantine, he wants
to be president.

- No, he's not the
presidential type.

He's got something
else going on, Katie.

- Mr. Gracy, Mr. Jack Gracy.

We know you're here and
we know what you have.

I want it back.

Now, you may want to play
this little cat and mouse game

but I haven't the time.

I prefer to get right
down to business.

Surrender now.

If you fail to comply, the
other guests will be forced

to bear the consequences
with their lives.

Don't allow these needless
deaths to happen, Mr. Gracy.

Executions begin
in three minutes.

President Mirovich
will be first.

- It's a trap.

I better get down there.

- But giving him the disc
could cost millions of lives.

- He's not gonna get the disc.

- And my father?

- Your father's gonna be okay.

Everything's gonna work out.

- He'll come, but
not with the disc.

He'll want to negotiate, demand
that I free the hostages.

Two minutes, Mr. Gracy.

- Katie, I'm gonna go down.

I'm gonna negotiate with him.

I'm gonna demand that he
frees all of the hostages.

Now, he's gonna agree with me

but he's gonna have
something else up his sleeve.

Constantine, he's not gonna
know that I'm on to him,

but he can't expect me to
believe that he's gonna

let all those people go.

- On the other hand,

Mr. Gracy will probably
be expecting us to
double cross him.

Doesn't matter.

Luring him here is
a no-lose situation.

Eventually he'll break.

Time is on our side.

- All I have to do
is let him think

that he's getting the
upper hand, then stall him

until the rangers get here.

Time, it's on our side.

- [Constantine] 30
seconds, Mr. Gracy.

- Come on.

(dramatic music)

I want you to go into
your room and stay there.

Here's the disc,
take care of it.

- Be careful.

- I'm afraid we'll have to
kill the old sop after all.

(dramatic music)

- Don't move.

Willmont, thank God it's you.

- You don't know how good
it is to see you, too.

(dramatic music)

- Not you too.

- It's always better to
be on the winning team,

wouldn't you say?

- You're really a bastard,
you know that Willmont?

- That's rich bastard to you.

- Five seconds, four seconds,

three seconds, two seconds.

- [Jack] Hold your fire.

- Mr. Gracy, so glad
you could join us.

(dramatic music)

Did you bring the disc?

- Release the
hostages, all of them.

Then you'll get your disc.

- How do I know you'll give
it to me if I release them?

- How do I know you won't
kill them all after I do?

Free them first or
we're done talking.

- How cute, Mr.
Gracy, a stand off.

- No it's not.

- Ah.

- Father!

- Excellent Willmont.

- I aim to serve.

- You aim to die.

(dramatic music)
(gun fires)

I do hate traitors.

Prepare the command center.

Now, where was I?

Ah yes, executions.

- What the hell's this
all about, Constantine?

You don't give a
shit about politics.

- For money, Mr. Gracy.

Even Willmont knew that.

- That's why you killed Krutov?

You used him as your pawn.

- To enable daring heist.

You see Mr. Gracy,
when the U.S. decides

to bomb this palace,
I'll be quietly departing

with the contents of
our national treasury.

50 million dollars in foreign
aid, provided so generously

by your own country,
I might add.

- Everybody will be so
relieved to have Krutov

out of the way, nobody's
even gonna suspect a heist.

(dramatic music)

- An ingenious plan,
don't you think?

- It's not bad,
for a petty thief.

- Greed is good.

You Americans don't understand.

Now I will teach you thing.

- American troopers,
drop your weapons!

(thuds)

Everybody on the ground!

(gun fires)
Go go!

(dramatic music)
(gun fires)

- [Man] Come on,
move, move, move!

- [Man] We're on ground.

Encountering limited
resistance, over.

- First wave is in.

Second wave is on the way.

- I'll inform the
president and the Kremlin.

(dramatic music)

(helicopter whooshing)

- Gentlemen, lock and load.

(guns clacking)
(dramatic music)

(booming)

- [Man] Dammit!

(dramatic music)

- Looks like the second
wave didn't make it.

- Guess not.

- Jack, father's hurt.

- All right, let's get
to safe place, that way.

(ominous music)

(dramatic music)

- Prepare a launch.
- What?

- If they think they can end
it with a raid, they're wrong.

Access a nuclear launch, now!

(dramatic music)

(gun fires)

(grunts)
(dramatic music)

(thuds)

- I'm an American,
on the same side!

- Hold it right there.

- I'm special agent Gracy.

Look, they're getting
ready to launch.

The command center's downstairs.

I'm gonna take out the
dish on the roof, okay.

- Who do you report to?
- Kelly!

- Shit!

Gracy, here.

- Hooah.

- [Man] Brooklyn,
where the hell are you?

- Off stage, Falcon.

- [Man] What's the problem?

- Just a little tango
with a friendly agent man.

- Dammit!

- That's your man, Kelly.

(dramatic music)

(gun fires)

- [Constantine] Yes.

(dramatic music)
(grunting)

- Silo number.

- 36.

(thuds)
(grunts)

Set target coordinates
at 38 degrees

55 minutes by 77 degrees.

(dramatic music)

Fabulous.

Yes.

(beeping)

(thuds)
(grunts)

(dramatic music)
(booming)

(alarm beeping)

What's the problem?

(clacking)

(ominous music)

(alarm beeping)

(gun fires)
(dramatic music)

(beeping)

(static blares)

- What the hell happened?

- We've been cut off.

- [Kelly] We'll receiving
the homing signal

from the helicopter.

This interference is starting
to signify a serious breech.

- Could also mean they've
been shot to hell.

I'm operating option
two to stand by.

- Bomb the palace?

- It's stand by dammit!

(dramatic music)

- This American intrusion
is becoming an annoyance.

It's time to commandeer
the remaining helicopter

and initiate our escape plan.

- Should we go under guard?

- Of course.

(static blaring)

(dramatic music)

- [Woman] We have
the American wings.

- Good, fire it up, I'll
be joining you shortly.

(computer beeping)

(dramatic music)

(beeping)

(ominous music)

(boxes clacking)

- This gold is heavy.

We'll never be able to lift off.

- Who said anything about we?

(gun fires)

(beeping)

(dramatic music)

- Constantine!

(dramatic music)
(gun fires)

(helicopter whirring)

- [Constantine] Come on, up!

- Shit.

(dramatic music)

- What heading?

- Navigate according
to my instructions.

We'll use the guidance system

to transmit the launch command.

- Nice, very nice.

- Activate radar system.

- Radar system activated.

- Sir, we're detecting
another launch attempt.

- That does it, I'm
implementing option two.

- Dammit, we can't be--
- No.

What we can't do is come out
of this looking like fools.

Now, I'm gonna do what I
shoulda done in the first place,

cream the fucking palace!

We cannot put off first
strike any longer.

Launch the burst.

(dramatic music)

(booming)

- Increase altitude
seven meters.

(whooshing)

Coordinates five
degrees south west.

Rotate off the grid.

Rotate five degrees.

Hold.

(dramatic music)

(alarm blaring)
(clattering)

(helicopter whirring)

(booms)

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

- I've got an incoming call
from the palace in Bazrakhistan.

- Must have more demands.

- No, it's Gracy,
I'll put him through.

- Don't tell him anything.

Gracy's a front.

- Look, the rangers
didn't make it, Gracy did

so shut up and let me speak.

Gracy.

- It's all over, Commander.

- Listen up Gracy, you
got three cruise missiles

honing in on you right now.

Impact in 9.02.

- Nine minutes.

Get back down to the mine,
make sure everyone gets out.

Go on.

(dramatic music)

Let me guess Commander,
you can't stop it.

- Impossible,
commands are locked.

- Jack, get the
hell outta there.

(dramatic music)
(beeping)

(whooshing)

(dramatic music)

- Give it up,
Constantine, it's over.

- Problem is, I've
never been a good loser.

That palace is going
to be destroyed.

Why don't I take you with me?

- Why not take me?

(dramatic music)

- Ah yes, the American
intrusion, it never
ends, does it?

Drop your gun.

- Okay, let them go.

It's me you really
want, isn't it?

(speaking in foreign language)

- Mr. President, kindly escort

your lovely daughter to safety.

- Go on, Kate, get out of here.

(dramatic music)

- But Jack.
- Go on, go!

- All right Mr. Gracy, upstairs.

It's time for the fireworks.

(thuds)
(dramatic music)

(grunts)

(water splashing)

(dramatic music)

(water splashing)
(grunting)

(dramatic music)

- Come on.

(thuds)

(dramatic music)
(thuds)

(grunting)

(dramatic music)

- This mine was
built in the 1800s.

It could never withstand the
force of a modern weapon.

We can't possibly stay here.

Don't worry, don't worry,
we'll manage somehow.

Any ideas?

(dramatic music)
(water splashing)

(gun fires)

- The lower shafts,
they'll lead up up, come!

Through here, come, come!

(water splashing)
(grunting)

(dramatic music)

(clattering)

(grunting)

(dramatic music)

- [Man] Come on, this way.

(dark music)

(beeping)

(dramatic music)

(booms)

(beeping)

(men cheering)

- We just killed over a
dozen innocent people.

- We'll get the
right spin on this.

Call it a limited success.

- Look, the important
thing is we're all safe.

Americans'll sleep better
knowing there's one less

maniac to worry about.

- Thanks to Gracy.

I'm gonna give him a medal.

- Better make it posthumous.

(singing in foreign language)

- Is that the Imperial Palace?

- I'm afraid it was.

- And my American
friend, did he?

(sad instrumental music)

I was supposed to
deliver this for him.

You see, I have cousin
Yitzak in delivery business.

- It's for you.

- He never was a good liar.

(cheering and clapping)

(horn blaring)

- American, American!

(sweeping instrumental music)

- I see you got my
ticket to Acapulco.

- You told me it
was for the Bahamas.

- Ah, never was a
good liar, Kate.

- You jerk!
- Hey!

- That's no way to
treat a national hero.

- Yeah, you listen
to your father.

- You saved our lives,
Mr. Gracy, thank you.

- Glad I could be
of service, sir.

- Too bad about the palace.

You need new building?

I have brother-in-law.

(sweeping instrumental music)