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Down!

Down!

I know, I know. I'm losing hair and gaining weight.

It's good to see you.

You too.

Let's go.

Feel strange being back?

I'm fine.

It's all right, we're going first. To the embassy?

What's that, a joke?

Mickey, on this gig, there is no embassy.

For the next 48 hours, you've never even heard of it.

Shit, you're not even here.

Wait, it's here? They're coming in.

Powell's all over my back because we don't have the information.

I can't do a thing until I've got it. Now what the hell's going on? Hey Marty.

Hi Alex.

What the fuck took you so long?

My chick's a little rusty. That's hello, right?

I think so.

This plane was late. Weather.

Mickey, this is Dick Powell, head of European operations.

A couple of people I want you to meet.

This is Alberto Toreno, Cuban military intelligence.

And his chief aide, Juan Valgado.

This is Michael Dane, U.S. Marshal.

How you doing?

Sit down, Dane.

Make yourself comfortable.

Time's a little tight, Dane. You don't mind if we launch right in?

How much do you know about the assassination of Manhattan last week?

What's on the wire?

A Cuban ambassador to the UN, lone shooter in the storm drain.

Shooter's here in Prague.

Simone Rosse, living under the name Yana Mitlova.

Cigar?

Bohevo Lanceros. Reed said they're your preference.

Yeah, me and Fidel.

Not anymore.

Hey, quit.

I asked Mr. Tarana to bring a box from Havana, especially for you.

Go ahead.

Enjoy. Then get that bitch out of my life.

You got that fax?

Yeah, it's just coming out of the machine now, Mr. Powell.

Here you go, Mr. Powell.

Excuse me, sir.

Can I speak freely?

Go ahead.

Simon Rousset hasn't pulled the trigger since 89.

Why start now?

Is he here to help us or not?

He is.

I can assure you.

Sit down, Dane.

This isn't your area of expertise.

Political assassins have political agendas.

I know her agenda, sir. Everybody at justice does.

Just this target doesn't fit her profile.

This target?

Was a Cuban patriot killed on American soil. Suficiente.

It was a signature job, Nicky.

Distinct MO.

Weapon was traced to a gun dealer here in Prague.

Same guy she used in the 80s. But the ambassador... Excuse me? She's dying.

Leukemia.

Our guess is she wants to go out with a bang.

Now, in two days.

History is going to be made on my watch.

The city of Prague will host a summit between the U.S. and Cuba.

Now, that's a room full of targets.

Like goddamn ducks in a pond.

Now, I don't want to be the guy who fucked up the first chance in 30 years

for the two to shake hands.

Are we clear?

Or shall I have Reed here take you back to the airport?

Clear.

My aid can be of any assistance.

Can I expect reports?

Of course.

Well, good to be home. Hey, I mean back to the motherland.

Home's New York City.

Sure.

Enjoy the smokes.

Hey, nice boots.

Ostrich. Python.

Putz.

Sorry to come down on you, Dane.

Gibbon's like a strong chain of command.

I had to put on a show.

Will, bring me a phone.

Remember the city at all?

Vaguely. I was a kid.

Ten years old when you escaped.

I know.

Good to meet you, Dane.

By the way, if you buck me in front of those fuckers again, I'll have you

skinned.

We're out of here.

Alec?

Did you find it?

How much does Powell know about her?

The whole file.

Does it matter?

Wouldn't it matter to you?

Forget about him.

You know who you are.

All around here, I keep thinking about who I was.

Ancient history, my boy.

Come on, let's go to work.

So how

many units on the floor?

Seven.

She knows all her neighbors by name.

Two deadbolts on the door.

No access through the windows.

She owns a cafe with Marta.

Stays till midnight.

Bartender drives her home.

Walks her to the fucking door.

There she is.

Right on schedule.

Every day at 4.45, just to torture me.

She stretches.

And she goes.

Done with your beer?

Come on, come on.

I am now.

Relax. She takes the same fucking route every day.

That's not a woman with leukemia.

No shit.

Paul made that up.

What?

Paul couldn't convince her she was a shooter. He didn't want to look bad in

front of the Cubans.

So he pulls leukemia out of his ass.

Anything for expediency.

Yeah, but he knew you'd tell me.

He didn't care. He just wanted the conversation over.

The guy's an asshole. He's a fucking spook. What do you want from me?

It's company policy, Mickey.

We lie in the pursuit of truth.

This is a long shot.

Let's get her tonight.

Look at that.

Leather boots up to her thighs.

So what do we know about her?

She runs, she flirts, she likes to commit an occasional murder.

Mom, Dad, meet Simone.

Who's that?

That's Marta. They own the cafe together.

Gay?

God, I hope not.

This was a mistake. Let's get out of here.

Hold on a second. Relax, will you? I like it in here.

We stand out a bit, wouldn't you say?

Are you shitting me?

Nobody's here to look at us.

She blows a lot of kisses.

Yeah, I know.

It's killing me.

Alex, this ain't gonna work.

You got somebody who can break us into her cafe?

It's the bartender I was telling you about.

Marcus.

Bartender slash bodyguard.

He's the one who walks her home every night.

Where is this guy?

I pulled him out of a dead sleep, for Christ's sake. He's on his way.

You love this, don't you?

Stakeout on the shooter, two in the morning.

Could do this every night.

As long as the coffee's hot.

The bartender's leaving.

And Paula is where?

I told you. She's in Palm Beach, visiting her folks.

Alex, the folks live in Pensacola.

I'd just like you to remember that.

She used to drag me down there every Mother's Day till I was 15.

So what does she want?

She wants me behind the desk in Langley, where it's safe.

She's entitled.

I know.

Hey, listen, if you want to remove me as your official role model, I'll

understand.

I just want her happy, that's all. So do I.

Shit.

Hey.

You know something?

Safety is overrated.

Fucking A.

There's our boy.

You have got to love the Central Intelligence Agency.

I don't know why I eat those fucking hot dogs.

What's this?

It's an invitation to a wine tasting.

Oh yeah, she's a wine collector.

Hey, keep looking.

I'll check the wine cellar.

Table for one, please.

Yes, follow me.

Can I offer you something to drink?

If you don't mind, I brought my own.

Nothing personal.

I must warn you, our crockage fee is outrageous.

I understand completely.

One must have a policy about these things.

One must have new drips.

This one will uncork for free.

No, I really must insist.

Go trotty la turk 88 and you'll honor us by drinking it here.

It's my pleasure.

Actually, I never touch the stuff. I just use it as a conversation starter.

Pity. Could I offer you a glass?

Oh, no, I'm... Why not?

I'm Yana Miklova.

James Doyle.

Great nose.

Incredible nose.

Sarah.

Beg your pardon?

Wonderful grape, Sarah.

My favorite grape.

Excellent taste, Mr. Doyle.

This wine's a legend.

Good friend graced me with a case of the stuff. So what should I do but enjoy it?

Do you have a case of this stuff?

Or two.

So I hear there are many wine collectors in this city.

Do you happen to know of any?

You're drinking with one.

Would you like to see my cellar?

It's just below.

No. I'm certain it's very impressive.

It is.

I'm also certain it's a bit low on Blood Turk 88.

A wine merchant.

I might have known.

You have a price?

You know a buyer?

I was in there last Wednesday. You weren't here.

Must not have looked very hard.

I haven't missed a day in five years.

No. You, I would have noticed.

Either way, I'm glad you tried again.

I think I'll let you choose

which one will open next.

I must respectfully inform you, I'm hammered.

Me too.

So, let's go down to the cellar.

Maybe I'd better stay here.

Come on.

I don't think so.

Don't you ever send this guy home? Why, does he live here?

No, one doesn't drive after drinking great wines, Mr. Doyle.

One is driven.

What do you think of this?

First impression?

Very impressive.

Yeah.

Don't you? I know just the perfect wine.

Côte-Rotie, 85 La Mouline. What do you think of that?

Wait, wait, wait. Didn't you say I could pick?

Okay, try and do better.

Test, test. Go ahead.

No, no, you're right. Close.

Come on.

Ah, this one.

There's an incredible story attached to this one.

Something that happened to me.

It was about six years ago.

I was visiting these friends in Avignon.

And, uh... So we decided to go for what we thought would be a very quiet stroll

through Avignon.

Yes! Yeah!

Don't worry, she's alright.

Look at her.

Jesus.

Why'd you let her bring the grizzly down there?

It was two of us, two of them, it sounded fair.

Call Pal.

Tell him I need a chopper now and a plane standing by in Munich.

Sweet dreams, honey.

Knock it off.

Just checking her out.

Would you expect a confession?

Would it be nice?

Look, maybe she's the guy, maybe she isn't.

Either way, Powell says she's the guy, so we did our job.

A couple hours ago, you said he was an asshole.

He is an asshole.

That doesn't mean he can't be right on occasion.

Look, I know her history. She's not... Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a

minute.

Look, I know her history, too.

In one five-year stretch, she was personally responsible for ten high

-profile assassinations.

Now, whether you agree with her politics or not, that's ten people murdered.

Got it?

And the only thing we could make stick was a year for illegal immigration.

The one thing she didn't do.

What's that got to do with Manhattan?

She was in Manhattan the day of the hit.

I mean, everywhere she goes, somebody dies.

Now, personally...

I don't give a shit if she got off the ambassador or not.

Her account's past due.

Hey, Alex, I'm sorry. It just doesn't sit right.

You know what? How it sits doesn't matter.

You just took this lady into custody, which is what you were supposed to do.

Second guessing's a waste of time.

Jesus Christ, you've got the conscience the size of a house. You know that? You

always did. Thank you.

It wasn't a compliment, asshole.

What if you're wrong, huh?

Ever consider that?

What if we let her go because you're not sure?

And she turned that summit tomorrow into a shooting gallery?

What then?

The world would have two more dead diplomats.

Of course, compared to what would happen to us, the guys with the bullets in

their backs would be lucky.

You know the only time self-doubt is useful is when you're starring in

fucking Hamlet.

The rest of the time, it's a huge pain in the ass.

So you ignore it? Bingo. Just file the orders.

And cash the paychecks. You got it. And that's enough for you? Fucking A. It's

plenty. Bullshit. I don't believe that.

Believe it.

Guys who need things in black and white don't last long around here.

Just get her back to the States, all right?

I don't want to stay in the city a second longer than I have to. You know

that.

Attaboy.

Can we change the fucking subject?

So, how's your love life?

Same as the last time you asked.

Sorry to hear it.

I only asked because Paula wants a report.

What the... What the fuck?

Ow! Shit!

Ow!

God damn it!

Son of a bitch!

Stop the car!

Hey, she's up there!

Holy shit!

Where the hell is she?

Still think she's not the guy?

Have you considered?

You gotta be joking.

Jesus!

Oh my God, it's so good that you're here now, you jumped

into the water and ran away. Where did it happen? Where did it happen? Where

did it happen?

How to kick your ass. What the hell did you stop for?

What did you shoot for?

The summit's tomorrow.

You want that lunatic running around?

Congratulations, boys.

The Secretary of State now knows who you are.

It was a fuck-up of career, altering proportions.

I had just gotten done telling DC you had her.

The plane was on the fucking tarmac in Munich.

And you assholes lose her?

It was my fault, sir.

I take full responsibility.

No need to be so goddamn noble, Dane.

I'm handing you full responsibility.

Jesus.

You two are enough to set back the cause of foster parenting by about 50 fucking

years.

The girl is gone.

I want to know what's being done to discipline this man.

Mr. Dane will be on a flight back to the U.S. by 6 a.m.

with a full report on his conduct made by me to his commanding officer.

What about the other one?

That's not your concern, General?

It's not my concern.

There is an assassin out there.

And an envoy from my country is her next target.

This is why I asked you to take care of this intern. And I told you, General,

we're just diplomats here.

We can't run around kidnapping citizens from our host country.

No, of course not. For that, they have the Department of Justice.

No tienen arreglo.

So, what happened?

Was it too strong for you two?

Get the fuck out of here.

Okay, brother.

We'll phone.

Dick.

Look, I was the one who handled the syringe.

They can't cut Dane loose.

Nobody's cutting anybody loose, Reed.

So that was for show, too.

There's no profit in the honesty business.

You know that.

Just find the fucking girl.

Ted. Dick.

Yeah. No, no, no. Not to worry. Not to worry. I got it under control.

A couple of these, we'll go straight to bed.

I'm not going to sleep.

Simone's going to contact Marta tonight.

Should we trace her calls? No, I'm going over there.

What, you expect too much of a welcome?

Once you heard my story, yeah.

What?

Hey, kiddo.

Hold on. Wait a minute. What the fuck are you doing?

I'm giving Marta a reason to believe. You're crazy.

You got a better idea?

Yeah. Get some rest.

If you still think this is a good idea in the morning, I'll slice you open

myself after I butter my toast.

You know that guy Belgado, the way he laughed at us back there? Oh, fuck that

guy. He's an idiot.

I fucked up, Alex.

You passed over a million guys to get him here, and I fucked up.

I owe you better than that.

For what?

Mickey, there's no debt.

I mean it.

Hell, Paula never had to change a diaper and...

I got a kid to throw a football around with.

Nicky, come on, I'm telling you, this isn't the way.

Then don't watch.

You said it yourself.

We lie in the pursuit of truth.

Who is it?

Please, I need your help.

We met tonight at the cafe.

I'm calling the police.

No, don't! That's who I'm running from.

So is Jana.

Where is she?

I don't know.

I need to talk to her.

I know she'll call here.

No, please please I need your help

Right

Please

wait Please wait, please

Take your jacket

What were you doing in the cafe?

I was at a collector. We were working on the job. It had to be planned.

Careful. What kind of job?

Oh, my God.

What kind of job?

An assassination.

Her name isn't Yana Mitlova. It's Simone Rosset.

There's a lot you don't know about her.

What about you?

I mean, I know why Simone does it.

Or she used to, anyway.

But what about you?

I got my reasons.

She told me about guys like you.

The ones who do it because it pays well.

My mother ran an underground newspaper with a man who betrayed her.

Check, secret police busted in, killed her.

It was April 9th, 1969.

Nobody had to pay me to pull the trigger after that.

Were you taken to?

I'm sorry.

Sorry I didn't mean to...

Wanna

hit?

Might make your arm feel better.

No, I just need some sleep.

Then what?

Then if she hasn't called by morning, I'll leave.

Get your blanket.

Simone talks about your life.

She loves you.

Not enough.

I'm sure your phone is tapped. Pick a place you'd recognize without hearing

its name.

And don't mention I'm here.

Hello?

Martin.

Listen.

I'm sorry, but I have to leave Prague for a while.

I know.

What do you mean?

We have to meet.

Right away.

Don't tell me where you are.

We are not alone.

Yeah? I'll bring you some clothes and all the money I have.

Just take care until we get there.

I see.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. Everything is okay.

Big kiss.

Shit give me the keys no way look to your right

He's followed us give me the keys

What

I gotta lose this guy, hold up.

Hang on.

For God's sake, Mickey, don't overdo it.

Now will you tell me where we're going?

This is where you listen to Chopin.

You keep underestimating us.

The arrogance.

You're only doing your job.

I know that.

Mr. James Doyle.

But I suggest you keep away from us.

I'll kill you if I have to.

The keys?

Perfect collaboration. Yeah.

You have yours.

You have yours. You have yours.

You have yours. You have yours.

I don't know what's going on.

Where is she?

Where is

she?

Do you know what you are?

You are a kidnapper.

If the Czech police would go to Pittsburgh and smuggle an American back

here to stand trial, your whole family would...

My friend is innocent.

Yeah? Then why is she running to the police?

Wake me when we get to Vienna.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I don't know what to do.

Well, bring in some more McCollins.

Gentlemen, I propose a toast.

Personally, Mike, I think you deserve a medal.

Seeing as how you broke about 30 international laws getting her here, a

toast is the best I can do.

It's too early for me.

I'm gonna look at this lady.

She's sleeping.

Good.

Then she won't even notice.

Some night, huh, boys? Some night.

She'll have bodies piled up all over Prague.

A hell of a mess.

Ah, he was just doing his job.

Just like you taught him, huh?

No. What he does, you can't teach.

Shame he can't lay claim to his genes.

He

said

he came in here to check my oil.

He's lucky he's still breathing.

You think you're so tough, eh?

Hey, take it easy. Hey, don't you fucking touch me, eh? Easy, goddammit.

On behalf of the U.S. government, I apologize.

You won't be disturbed again.

Mr. Belgado, why don't you and I step up by the fire where it's cooler?

You okay?

Yeah.

I'm okay.

Chopper's at the rendezvous point.

You got time for a meal and a couple hours of sleep.

Be on the road by 10. She's off Czech soil by noon.

Unless, of course, you want to save us a lot of trouble and dust her right now.

Yeah, good fucking idea.

Just a thought.

Please, Mr. Powell.

Look at him.

Come on, this guy is not a killer.

He's fucking Mr. Nice Guy.

Come on.

Why don't you just take her back there and put one between her eyes?

Boom!

It's easy.

It's like coming, only louder.

You need professional help, Delgado.

I'll try. No one will take my case.

That'll do.

Strange. It's only been gone five seconds and I already miss him.

You did great work, Dane.

It was half Alex.

You're working for the U.S. government now, my friend.

Jucking credit is a lousy strategy.

Reed?

A little advice.

Somebody tells you you did a good job, just nod your head and say thanks, okay?

Okay.

Good.

Be careful today.

The hard part's over.

Yeah.

See you, Mickey.

I'm proud of you.

Hey, Alex.

That was half you.

You're not so sure I belong here, are you?

You're a suspect. That's all I need to know.

Don't believe that.

Well, that's your problem.

You never look me in the eyes.

That tells me a lot.

I've told you before.

I haven't left this country in five years.

And I can prove it.

Or would you be happier not knowing?

Come on.

You'll say anything, anything you think might work.

I need a bath.

It's not going to happen.

What, you think I'm going to walk through a wall?

It did cross my mind.

You can watch if you'd like I know you're very serious about your job

Come on look at me. I feel dirty everything

hurts. I just need a bath Please

You haven't told me your real name.

There is a reason Powell wants me out of the way.

Yeah, you get this habit of shooting people.

People?

No.

I shot monsters.

I've read your file.

You should know.

I've retired.

Your arm. Come here.

That story you told Marta, about the Czech police killing your mother.

Is that true?

Those are the kind of men I killed.

Why do you think people like Powell never tried to stop me before?

I'll be outside.

You know, there's one lie you're told without even knowing it.

I'm not going to receive a fair and impartial trial.

I'm not going to make Dovchik so unalive.

Powell can't allow it.

We'll be on a plane in three hours.

You don't see how impossible that is to you?

You'll get your trial.

That's a promise.

Thirsty? The Turk 88, courtesy of the U.S. Martial Service.

The envoys you were sent here to protect?

We're going to be assassinated today by a man in a storm drain.

Tomorrow my body will be found.

The CIA will claim I was the assassin.

You'll be back in the States.

Count it on to say nothing.

You talk a lot, you know that?

When Powell left,

Did he not ask you to kill me?

If I live, this plan fails.

Mr. Dane.

May I have the keys to those handcuffs, please?

Excuse me?

There's been a change of plan.

You are to proceed to Munich solo.

We'll take the suspect from here.

On whose authority?

It's on a need-to-know basis only.

Who's in charge?

Promise me something.

The sins I'm paying for.

They're mine.

Don't get killed for me.

You in charge?

Yes.

What's going on here?

Just give us the woman and get out of here.

I'm not giving you shit.

Put your hands on your head.

Now. Now!

Thank you.

Grab his gun.

Miss Rosé,

you want to undo the handcuffs, step out of the vehicle, please?

Step down.

Now! Go on.

Okay, okay, okay.

Give me the cuffs.

You have to get out of here.

Germany, Austria, anywhere but here.

Me?

You're not coming with me? I'm going to Prague.

To Prague?

Why? I have to get to Alex.

Who's Alex?

My partner. They're coming after him next.

You'll die if you go back there alone You're crazy

Good luck

You sure you want to be here?

I'm sure.

You know, Alex's apartment is the first place Powell's gonna look.

It's Powell, Alex.

The whole fucking thing. Jesus Christ, get in here.

You two fuckers are nuts, you know that?

If Paul sent a couple of suits to take you out, that ought to tell you

something.

Your life doesn't mean shit to him.

You should be as far away from Prague as you could get.

And you, you ought to be fucking glad you're still breathing. We're trying to

save your ass.

Not a good enough reason.

Come on, Alex.

What about the summit? Those two handboys are going to die today.

That's closer.

Little fucker had every base covered, didn't he?

Now, why would Powell want to stop the U.S. and Cuba from negotiating?

What makes you think this stops with Powell?

We've only got half an hour.

I've only got half an hour. You two aren't going anywhere.

This is stupid.

We can't stay here.

You wanted to warn him, now you've done it. Let's go. Do not leave this

apartment.

Don't even answer the door unless it's me. Is that clear?

I should go with you.

Oh, that's what I need.

A guy with a fucking bullseye on his chest sitting right next to me.

Are we clear?

Clear.

Be careful out there.

Yeah.

He shouldn't be out there alone.

And we shouldn't be here at all.

I should be out there watching his back.

Right. Get yourself killed as well?

What good would that do?

Sometimes surviving is worse.

No, it isn't Don't answer it

might be Alex don't answer it

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

Alex.

It's Alex.

We have to get out of here.

Now.

There has to be an explanation.

There is. He's one of them.

He can't be.

I'm telling you, he's one of them!

Do you see him? Do you see him?

Who is there?

Where's the hospital?

You can't save me.

Simone.

Save yourself.

My name is...

Michael Day.

It's Michael Day.

I just want to go.

It's okay.

Thank you.

I just wanna...

Thank you.

No, you won't.

Walk away, Mickey.

Put it down.

Walk away.

I'll make it up to you.

You should have.

I'm dead anyway.

What the fuck happened to you?

What is all this?

Is it Powell?

You think Powell has the imagination to do something like this?

You're a fucking murderer.

I've been a murderer for years, Mickey.

For Uncle Sam.

Torina pays better.

You're working for Torina?

Like I said, if you want to remove me as your official role model, I'll

understand. So that's why you picked me, wasn't it?

I mean, who else could you put on the string like you did?

If I'm so fucking smart, why am I sitting in a cesspool of shit while my

targets are inside eating shrimp puffs? The fucking guy on the roof!

If you was a better shot at being dead right now, you'd be home free.

That didn't come from me.

You've been around so many lives, you're getting good at it.

Give yourself a few years.

It'll come to you.

Take care of Paula for me.

Stop! Run!

Reed's dead, sir. A few others from your office. The man who paid for it all is

inside. Get me a gun. What are you talking about? Paid by who?

Toreda!

Give me a fucking gun!

Give him the gun.

Give him the gun!

Really a pleasure.

Alberto Torena!

I'm a U.S. Marshal, a war inspiration for your arrest and

the arrest of your accomplice Juan Delgado.

in connection with the assassination of the Cuban ambassador to the U.N.

Once a U.S. sold, you'll be given a fair and impartial trial.

If found not guilty, you'll be returned to your home country.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?

There's no way up! Run, old man, run! Where else?

Wait for me!

I'm with you, Dane.

There's only one way out of here. The roof.

For a key

No, don't!

Make sure Reed prints her off the rifle. Yes, sir.

His wife gets no pension if he goes out a traitor.

Better for her.

Better for the peace process.

And better for you.

Yeah.

Reed just ran out of gas.

It happens to the best of them.

Listen, Dane.

I got a little job in the Middle East.

Interested?

That's yours.

I'll double your salary.

Assert these.

Will, take these. Give me the phone.

Give my regards to Broadway.

Powell.

Whose prints are going on the right?

Whose prints would you use?

George. Powell.

We got the shooter.

Just as we expected.

Simone Rosset.