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Your attention, please.

Passengers for Flight 8207,
you may board now at Gate 4.

I am Michael J. Lander,

Lieutenant Commander,
United States Navy.

I was captured on February 10th, 1967,

while firebombing a civilian hospital
near Ninh Binh.

I

am guilty of my war crimes,

and although
I'm guilty of my war crimes,

the Democratic Republic of Vietnam
hasn't punished me.

They have showed me the suffering
that I have caused by my crimes.

I'm sorry for what I've done.

I am sorry that we killed children.

And I call upon the American people
to stop the war.

The Democratic Republic of Vietnam
has no animosity

toward the American people.

It's the warmongers
who are making the war.

Vietnam?

What about Vietnam?

Forgive me.

Well, Dahlia
was concerned about security.

No.

I was concerned at the lack of trust.

I know a hundred times more about that man
than any piece of film.

-I want that film destroyed.
-Enough.

As for the man Lander,
you will have to take my word.

He lives for it.

After all, it was he who approached us.

Are you convinced about him?

Can you control him?

To a degree.

To the degree you can control
your child. A brilliant child.

He doubts, oh he is dangerous.

He reminds me of you sometimes, Nageeb.

Don't bring personalities
into this discussion, Dahlia.

Why not?

It's our personality
which projects the image of our cause.

That's enough.

Now, tell him

what projectiles the American
is planning to use, and how many.

Two hundred twenty thousand
steel rifle darts.

Rifle darts. Interesting.

With initial velocity
of 600 meters per second.

That's right.

Striking where it hurts them most.

Where they feel most at home.

Dahlia, I think Nagawa would like to
get down to technical requirements.

No. Please. Go on.

Go on, comrade.

We are going to make a broadcast
to the world on that day

which you are going to
let me record tomorrow.

I shall give the American people
their State of the Nation.

We accomplished
everything we set out to do.

It has been very fruitful for me.

Before I leave,
I have two questions to ask of you.

This American of yours,

are you certain he is able
to get all the rifle darts?

Absolutely.

Good.

My Japanese comrades
would have had a difficult time

manufacturing that quantity
and meet your January 9th deadline.

However, for the rest,

rely upon me.

You'll have it within 10 days.

Now, for my second question.

Why will the American do this?

I can tell you only that he will.

What is to stop him from weakening,

giving you over to the police?

Me.

I'm there to stop him.

He depends upon me completely.

Nageeb.

I am going to make that recording now.

The American people
have remained deaf

to all of the cries
of the Palestinian nation.

People of America,
this situation is unbearable for us.

From now on,
you will share our suffering.

The choice is yours.

In the van. The van.

He's dead!

Leave him!

The film! You must get it!

-It burned.
-The tape!

—Tape?
—I made the tape tonight, Fasil.

It was good, Major.

The Los Angeles Rams remind you

that tickets for
the next three Ram home games

are available here at the Coliseum
at tunnels 11 and 19.

Third down and four for Los Angeles
on the 49er 45-yard line.

Harris' pass, intended for Jackson,
was incomplete.

However, there is a penalty
on the 49ers offsides.

It'll be first down, Rams.

Hey, Mike, he wants us
over the west side of the field.

-Did you get that, Mike?
-Sure he got it!

What the hell they think
we're riding up here, rails?

Yes, well, we're trying for...

Hey, Mike!
I'm getting a lot of heat from down there.

Can't you push it a little?

Will you tell him
we're bucking a 25-knot wind up here?

He says we've blown the shot, Mike.

Man, is he pissed off.

Why don't you tell him to try pissing off
into this 25-knot wind we got up here?

Charles, my boy,
I sure did the best I could.

Okay, thanks, Mike.

Take care, Mike.

So, the network wants to know
what the hell happened up there.

Listen, nobody but Mike would even
take it up in this kind of wind.

God sakes, this man flies
the hurricane watches, you know that.

Yeah, and if Goodyear complains
to your pilots' association,

that's all he's going to be flying.

Good evening, sir. May I take your coat?

-Thank you.
-Yes, sir.

Good evening, gentlemen.

—Sam Corley, FBI.
—Pleasure.

Ambassador. How nice to see you.

The American people

have remained deaf to all
the cries of the Palestinian nation.

But if a foreign people

took over the states of
Virginia, Georgia and New Jersey,

and forced the people of those states
to leave their homes and lands,

would they not feel bitter and betrayed?

Therefore, understand how we feel.

People of America,

this situation is unbearable for us.

Until you understand that

and stop helping the Israelis
with arms and money,

we of the Black September movement
will make it unbearable for you.

From now on,
you will share our suffering.

Today's horror is nothing
to what will happen

unless your government acts now.

We have begun the year for you
with bloodshed.

I shall not rejoice
over my part in this action

and we hope it will not have to continue.

We want to be your brothers.

The choice is yours.

Major Kabakov?

This tape is not a threat.
It is to be used after the attack.

Probably January.

The quote,

"We have begun the year for you
with bloodshed."

Any chance that
your raid destroyed the plot,

as well as uncovering it?

No, sir. She's still alive.

Presumably scared as hell.

Black September does not scare.

You either kill or you get killed.

She was not killed
because I did not kill her.

Of course I should.

Michael?

Just hold it right there.

Don't you move a step.

Turn the light on.

You're three days late.

Why?

What were you trying to do, set me up?

It's gonna take me 10 seconds
to find it out.

Now, you start very slowly,

and you tell me what the hell happened.

Please. Michael.

All is well. All is normal.

-Then what went wrong?
-Nothing went wrong.

Nothing?

Nothing?

Why didn't you telephone, then?

Why didn't you put yourself in my place
for five goddamn seconds,

and call me up?

You could've done that.
I've been here for three days!

Don't you understand that?
Waiting for you!

You know me well enough
to know what that can do to me.

Look at me!

Michael.

There were reasons.

Please, listen.

Everything is arranged.
Everything is perfect.

-I can show you.
-Don't!

Look.

Look what I brought for you.

All the way from Beirut.

What is it?

It better be a goddamn plastic explosive.

You're mighty lucky that's what it is.

That's the same stuff
the Cong was using.

It's more powerful than ours
but not as stable.

It doesn't matter.

I mean, is this the only thing you got?

Where the hell's the rest of it?
This isn't going to do it.

On its way.

How much?

How much did you ask for?
Five-hundred kilos?

As a minimum, yeah.

Six—hundred kilos
will be coming in a week.

How?

By ship.

From Hong Kong.

Into Long Beach Harbor.

No record of her in Beirut
either before or after the raid.

An analysis of her voice by our experts

concludes she probably learned English
either in Switzerland or Germany,

and spent the last year with Americans
or in the United States itself.

I'll put our Lebanon people on it tonight.

You know, Sam, I really think the ball
is more in your court than in mine.

The Israeli government will, of course,
do everything to help.

Thanks, Mr. Ambassador,

but until we get photos, dossiers,
at least some background,

all we can do is put out a general alert
to Customs, Immigration, Coast Guard,

based on the description you gave us.

Which was very inadequate,
I must admit.

Well, that's all we have.
That's all we can do, Major.

I think we have to accept that
for now, Mr. Corley.

That's fantastic, Michael.

You didn't tell me you finished the mold.

Almost.

Want some coffee?

-What is this?
—It's for the test.

Michael, do we need to make that test?

Absolutely. And I'm not
going to discuss it with you again.

There's going to be a test.

When the stuff comes,
I'll take my vacation,

come in here and work 16 hours a day.

How are we going to know?

From the importer, a Turk called Muzi.

He has been paid 100,000 dollars.

Michael, you are supposed to be
at the rehabilitation center in two hours.

I know you hate going there,
but if you don't,

they will send someone around here.

A caseworker, poking about.
You told me that.

Listen, they have only to make
one bad report, and it's no more flying,

so please.

Michael.

How are you feeling today?

—You mean, am I crazy today?
-Of course, I don't.

Liar.

I'm sorry, Dahlia. I'll go.

I'll go.

And not only that,

I'll be good.

After all,

I was a hero.

Michael.

You don't have to
kill them one at a time.

Hi.

My name's Lander.

I have an appointment
with Mr. Pugh at 10:30.

Take a number.

Well, haven't you been here before?

Yes, I've been here before.

Well, take a number.

Twenty-three.

You're welcome. I'll see you next month.

Forty-two.

-Mr. Muzi?
-Come in.

I have come about the shipment
of Madonna statues from Hong Kong.

Identification?

Kaza.

Fifty-two.

Captain Lander.

How are you? Harold Pugh.

Sit down, Captain.

Let's see what we've got here.

-I must say, you're looking well, Captain.
-Thank you, sir.

Bounced back nicely, I'd say.

Well, tried.

Good to be back with the family,
I'm sure.

The family's fine, I understand.

They're not with you?

No, sir. I'm divorced.

I think you'll find it there
in the folder.

You get to see the children, though.

No, sir.

I don't get to see my children.

But you have visitation rights.

Mr. Pugh, my children are very small.
They don't know much about my rights.

Look, I'm sorry.
Sit down, Captain, will you?

My predecessor, Gorman,
left very few notes, I'm afraid.

I'm curious as to
why you resigned your commission.

To save the Navy distress.

Look at me, sir.
I look like an upstanding person, don't I?

You know that
I was four times decorated?

-Four times. It's right...
-Yes, I read it. Very distinguished.

Well, you wouldn't think that a man,
a distinguished man like that,

would cause a big navy like ours
any distress, would you?

No.

Mr. Pugh, you'd be surprised.

Well, listen,
let me get some of this down.

When were you divorced, Captain?

She filed one month after my release.

Don't be dismayed, sir.

The government
did everything that they could.

Yes, I'm sure. Still, it must've been...

A naval officer came around
several times after my capture

and had tea with Margaret
and counseled her.

And he told her that the life expectancy
of a released POW

is about one—half the average.

He also told her about the high rate
of homosexuality and impotence

among released POWs,
and stressed the impotence.

Captain, that's standard procedure
in the Navy.

I understand that, sir.
He felt he was doing his job.

He was preparing her for what it was
she was going to have to go through.

"She was going to have to go through."

Sometimes it's better to let this out,
you know.

I know, sir. But it's all
water under the bridge now, you know?

'Cause I don't have
that problem anymore.

Surely, Captain,
there were other factors involved, right?

Yeah.

She was getting a little click on the side,
if that's what you mean.

Yeah, I got that. What else do you got?

What kind?

Yeah? The number on it?
Any registration?

-Golly.
-David, come back here.

Yeah, Texas. Right. Got that.
And what else?

-Four Black September women.
-Thirty-two.

No. Next.

Students outside
American University of Beirut,

August '73.

Yeah, I will. Anything?

-Ditto, January '74.
-I will.

We will never find this woman
through photographs.

Well, then let's continue
to go on anyway.

I got a case containing
a dozen ArmaLite rifles

found abandoned on a pier.
Wilmington, Delaware.

Coast Guard intercepted a private
launch outside Galveston, Texas.

Thirty-two sticks of Delignite.

Treasure hunters.

Moshe. Next.

It's him.

This is the Coast Guard to the vessel
alongside the Suma Maru.

-Get the hell out of here.
-Stand by to be boarded.

Cover me.

Rescue Coordination Center,
we read you.

This is cutter Point Camp
in pursuit of small craft.

White with dark trim,
two people on board.

Entering harbor at excessive speed.

Unable to continue pursuit at this speed
without damaging pleasure craft in area.

Request smaller boats from base
take up pursuit.

We roger that, Point Camp.

Base, this is Coast Guard 03.

Taking up pursuit of subject vessel

with Coast Guard 12
en route to enter harbor.

Base, this is 03.

Subject has taken evasive action
and entered main ship channel.

This is 12.
Will continue in pursuit, main channel.

Base, this is 12.
Have lost visual contact.

Continue up channel to B basin.

She's right on time.

Okay, we got him.

Subject vessel spotted
making high-speed run for inner basin.

-We're in pursuit.
-This is base. We roger that.

Drawbridge operator,
this is the Coast Guard.

Emergency. Raise the bridge.

Repeat. Raise that bridge!

Bridge operator to Coast Guard.

I can't help you. Negative.

Hey, I'm committed to a freight train.
Jesus, man! There's nothing I can do!

Base, this is 03.
Have completed search.

Good, Mike.

Negative results.
Looks like they made it.

You can damn well believe that.

03 and 12, return to base.

-Yeah.
-Notify civilian authorities...

Let me ask you something.

That little nipper
that helped us out there,

that captain, how much does he know
about the overall plan?

I think nothing.

Well, he knows that other Jap,
the one you met in Beirut.

And he does know.

Possibly. Anyway, he won't talk.

No.

He won't.

This is Mr. Kabakov, Mr. Moshevsky.
Working with me on the case.

Jim Radner of our Los Angeles office.
Nice work, Jim.

I didn't know whether
you wanted to come out now or later.

Took the first plane when you told us
the ship was under Libyan charter.

-Well, I...
-Can we go up now, Mr. Corley?

Okay. We're coming aboard.

Up the ladder on the left, Sam.

I sure appreciate that, Officer.

There's such a heavy
seasonal depreciation

in this type of merchandise.

-Any other business, you know...
-Pardon me, gentlemen.

No! I don't want
any more people on my ship!

Who are these men? Who are you?

Don't think we'll bother too much
with introductions.

Corley, FBI headquarters.

I'm Lieutenant Doyle, Mr. Corley.
And this Bill Dockert of US Customs.

-Mr. Dockert.
-Mr. Corley, how are you?

I don't think we got very much here.

We did a routine search.
Checked cargo against manifest.

Look, I don't want to say this again,

but I got $200,000 worth of Christmas
novelties out there waiting to unload.

Now, if they're not in my shop
by Wednesday, I'm a little mad.

I am the Assistant Libyan Consul.

The captain has permitted a search,

but if he had refused,
he would've been in his right.

This ship is Japanese territory.

Captain, what was that speedboat doing
alongside your ship?

We questioned the captain
on that point,

and everything's perfectly satisfactory.

And what about his answer
was so convincing?

Law of Sea.

Speedboat was out of fuel.
I obeyed Law of Sea.

Why did he run away then?

Not my business.
Maybe he was smuggler for all I know.

-We are wasting our time.
-No!

You are wasting my time.

Now, I go ashore now.
Against law to stop me.

You stay.
Search ship second time, third time.

I go ashore.

Now, this is my ship, my cabin.
Everybody get out!

I get my release.

You sure do, Mr. Muzi.
There's no further basis for an impound.

-Okay with you, Lieutenant?
-Aye, sir.

All right, let's go.

It's wonderful to see
the FBI step in, Mr. Corley.

Robert?

Don't be so rude to everybody.

You didn't answer my question
this morning.

Why did the boat run away?

You can forget about the law,
land or sea, Captain.

We are the law.

Captain Ogawa,
I really don't want to have you killed.

I really don't.

But we have very little time left.
Perhaps one minute.

I don't know why boat turn away.

Not my business.

I'm going to slit your artery now.

The police are on the clock.

I must remember not to
get blood on my clothing.

No!

Don't. I...

I will talk.

Robert, let him sit himself up.

Robert.

Just go outside.

Just make yourself comfortable,
Captain.

Who Paid you?

Bank of Tripoli on Hong Kong.

-How many were on the speedboat?
-Two.

Men or women?

Man. Woman.

What did they look like?

I don't know.

Why?

Wore masks.

What nationality?

Man, American.

Woman, silent.

What did they take off your ship
and put in the speedboat?

They take off 12 crates.

Weigh each maybe 100, 200 pounds.

YES.

This is Captain Ogawa.

The President is expected back
in Washington tomorrow morning.

Locally, Long Beach
fire and police officials

have been unsuccessful
in their attempts

to find the cause
in last night's explosion

aboard the Japanese freighter
Suma Maru.

Captain Tekiaki Ogawa
was instantly killed

when the explosion occurred
in his cabin.

An Israel national
identified as David Kabakov

was taken to Queen of Angels Hospital

for treatment of shock
and possible internal injuries.

His condition is listed as satisfactory.

Also, here at home,
controversy continues

with citizens' groups
appearing before the city...

Your father's name?

Benjamin.

Living or dead, Mr. Kabakov?

Dead.

Your mother's maiden name?

Raquel nee Rabinovich.

Dead.

Married or single?

I was married.

Divorced or widowed?

Widowed.

Do we have to go through all this?

I'm sorry,
but we do require these particulars.

-Children?
-Yes, three.

Are they presently in this country,
Mr. Kabakov?

No. My two boys are dead,

but I have a daughter
who lives in Jerusalem.

In Jerusalem, Israel.

Thank you, Mr. Kabakov.

Gentlemen, we would very much
appreciate it

if you would leave
as quickly as possible.

Thank you, nurse.

You...

may be interested to know
how the bomb was set off.

The explosive charge
was in the receiver itself,

activated by a specific sound frequency
on the other end

when the victim identified himself.

Yes, we have used that technique
very often ourselves.

I should have guessed that
one moment earlier.

Yes. Well,
I'm going to have to give you a warning.

In your own operational circle in Israel,

I understand behind your back
they call you "The Final Solution."

A man who takes things
to their ultimate conclusion and beyond.

Some of them say that to my face.

Yes. Well, you're not going to do it here.

Whatever you may think of our methods,
you'll play by our rules or leave.

In fact, you'll be lucky
to be allowed to leave.

I mean it.

It applies to both of you.

Corley.

Be right down.

They checked the fingerprints
from the cabin.

Negative.

See you later.

Major, I think you're lucky to be alive.

Fingerprints.

I should've asked that captain
if they wore gloves as well as masks.

I should've made sure of that.

Dr. Koker, emergency entrance, please.

Robert?

Do you remember,
once you said to me if peace,

if real peace, ever comes to Israel,

you won't know how to live anymore.

They'll have to put you down
like an old war dog.

Robert.

I do want to be put down like an old dog.

I am what the Americans call "beat."
I'm washed up, I'm through.

Don't tell that to me.

To other people.

But not to me.

No. You're the only person
I can tell it to.

You know for 30 years,
I have been killing and murdering.

What have I achieved?

Same world.

Same wars, same enemies,
same friends.

And same victims.

I should've killed the girl.

You would have.

At your age, I would have.

What you do not know is that if I had
the chance to pull the trigger tomorrow,

I am not sure if I could.

Doubt has entered in.

That's no good.

So...

Listen...

Old dog.

I'm going to talk to Corley

and give him a bit of Israeli advice.

The trouble is, David,

you've come to see
both sides of the question.

That is never good.

Shalom.

My...

My mother once said,

"Anybody who has a nervous breakdown
has got something wrong with them."

Moshe?

Shalom.

Father Mathers,
report to administration, please.

Repeat. Father Mathers
to administration, please.

Mr. Robert Moshevsky,
the telephone, please.

Mr. Robert Moshevsky. ..

-Can I take it here?
-Sure.

Hello?

Yes, it is.

Would you try again
in two hours, please?

Thank you.

Sister Mary Rose,
report to room 4201, please.

Repeat. Sister Mary Rose to room 4201.

Excuse me.

You're not supposed to go in there.

And you aren't supposed to be here.
Visiting hours are over.

I'm his night sister.
I'm taking the patient his pill.

If you don't mind, first we go down
and check with security.

When I have given him his pill,

I will be more than happy to do that,
but first...

No, no, no, no, no.
First, we go downstairs.

You'll only make extra work for me,
but if you insist.

You can leave your tray here, if you like.

I wouldn't dream of leaving it here, Mr...

Moshevsky.

Dr. Treman, please report to Surgery.

Fourth floor, please.
All security guards, fourth floor, please.

Hey. David! David, you all right?

Right.

David

I've got to tell you something,
Major Kabakov.

Your friend Moshevsky's been killed.

Potassium chloride
injected into the carotid artery.

A woman disguised as
one of the hospital sisters.

Just found him. Elevator in the hospital.

I've got an all-points bulletin
out on the woman.

I just don't know what
to say to you, Major.

Leave me alone,
will you, please, Mr. Corley?

That ship's manifest was phony.

I don't know what you're talking about.

That manifest you gave to the Customs
was phony.

Now, either you're going to
tell me all about that and a lot more,

or you are going

to die.

NOW:

just blink for "yes,"

or die for "no."

There were 12 crates on that ship.

Twelve that came off.

What were they?

They were just statuettes.

What were they?

Explosives.

Plastic explosives.

Tell me about the girl.
What was she like?

She wore dark glasses.

I never saw her eyes.

I have seen her eyes.

Where does she live?

I swear, I don't know.

-What did she call herself?
-Kaza.

Who introduced you to her?

I mean, who was the contact?

Who is the man
who paid you the money?

Well, Mr. Muzi,

now you are going to die

unless you tell me,
who was the man who paid you?

Where does he live?
How did she know him?

Mahmoud! Mahmoud Al Bernadi.

He's an Egyptian!

He lives now in Tripoli!

Mahmoud AI Bernadi?

Lives in Tripoli.

I don't know why.

I think I'm going to let you live.

We're caught.

Hey, what are you folks doing here?
This is private property.

That's absolutely right,
and that's why we're here.

We represent
a big Los Angeles syndicate

that's interested in spending
quite a bit of money on this place.

Syndicate, huh?

Consortium, yeah.

Plug that into the battery there, darling.
Thank you.

So if you don't mind,
we'd sure like to take a few pictures.

Yeah, consortium, huh?

You know, I told them they should
hold out for something like that.

-You know, there's a charge for landing.
-Absolutely.

-Twenty five dollars.
-You got it.

My fault. Excuse me.

It's really rude.

There you go, 25.

And here's another 25.

-Buy yourself a drink.
-Thank you.

Of course, just between us,
they been letting this place go to hell.

Why, if I hadn't spent all them extra
hours up there shoring up that roof,

this place...

The place would look a hell of a lot
worse than it does right now, right?

Say, you know what I'd like to do?

We'd sure appreciate it
if we could start shooting inside.

Sure. Come right in here.

That'd be just great. Go ahead, darling.

You know, the group that we work for,

they'd sure want to keep you on here.

-Would you like that?
-Yeah, yeah.

That's swell.

You know, there's been
a lot of hackers and kids...

-Right there.
-...and picnics this summer,

but I've kept them all off.

You're a good man.

-Then when you get through inside...
-Set it right here.

...I know some good places outside
where you can get some pictures.

That'd be swell.

Boy, you sure got
a lot of good equipment there.

Say, that's a pretty fancy camera.

Yeah, it sure is, isn't it?

It's brand-new.

Okay-

-Listen, can I give you a hand?
—No, we've got it here.

Just hang on. Okay, let it down.
Slow, slow, there you go. You got it.

It's a panoramic, you know.

Is that right?

Well, you know, it's pretty dark in here.

Has that thing got a flash on it?

Sure does.

Hey, if you like, you know,
I could stand over here like this.

Give it some scale.

Hey, that'd really be terrific.
I tell you what...

Why don't you...

Here, put your hand up like that.
Put the pipe in the mouth.

Darling, doesn't he look great?

Now, I'll just adjust these little guys.

Just hold that pose for one second,

and get these little doohickeys in here,
and we'll be right with you.

Go ahead.

There we go.

Now, here, darling. Now, darling, here.

Now, we're going to be right back.
You just hold up one second.

Right.

Geez, you look just great.

I'm ready!

When are you gonna shoot?

It's completely symmetrical!

Michael!

On both sides!

Michael, Michael, please.

Let's not stay around here
too long, please?

Look at this. It works.

-Look, darling, look at this!
-Michael, please, let's go.

No, goddamn it!
You're going to look at this!

We're not going anyplace! Now, look.

Now study that. Look at that.

That's brilliance, darling.
What are you talking about going?

Look at that!

We deserve this moment, sweetheart.
Don't you understand something?

When we set off the big one,
we're both going with it.

Look at this.

Absolute goddamn brilliance.

Oh, my God, there's absolutely
no bunching together at the darts.

They're all dispersed evenly.

I mean, natural art. Look here.

Look, look here.

Look at the light on your face.

You look beautiful.

All those little holes
make a pattern on your face.

And you know what that means?

That means that every single dart

came down in exactly
the perfect arc it was supposed to.

And I was worried, you know,

that back there maybe
I set them too close to the charge,

and they'd disintegrate.

That way, all I'd have done is,

fill up 25 institutes
for the deaf to commit suicide.

Why so long a face?

We're champions! Look at that!
Goddamn champions.

Don't you understand?

Darling, don't you realize something?

The day we set the big one off, we're
only going to be 100 feet off the ground.

Right over the 50-yard line.

Now, look at this.

That means 222,000 darts
in a kill zone for 80,000 people.

That ought to do the job pretty well.

Yeah.

Pretty goddamn well.

Kabakov.

Colonel Riat.

We have known a lot about each other.

I listened to the tape that you sent me.

It was quite brave of you
to take this step on your own.

If it was on your own.

Well, I can assure you, Colonel,

that no one on my side
knows that I am here with you

or that I have communicated
with you in any way.

You want us to do your work for you?

Why?

Because if this happens,
it will be very bad for my cause.

But it will also be very bad for yours.

And in the end, you know,
it might be worse for yours.

You have a reputation
for ruthlessness, Major.

What happened to it?

If this thing is indeed
going to be so bad for us,

why don't you go home,
have some sleep?

Colonel, we have fought many battles
on opposite sides.

We've had some victories,
we've had some defeats.

If this happens,
for both of us, it is a defeat.

Your government has outlawed
Black September, hasn't it?

I agree.

What is it you want from us?

Well, I want one photograph
of the girl on the tape, some dossier.

Now you get that, I don't know how.

Possibly from the man in Tripoli.

He was Egyptian. You expelled him.

You have 100 sources of information,
of access denied to me,

but you must
cooperate with me right now.

Just because you did not consult
your embassy superiors

does not mean that you have to expect
me to be rash or foolhardy.

The word you used before was "brave."

I didn't particularly
want to have to say this.

I think I will.

Five minutes ago, you had a choice.

Now you've no choice.

If you do not help me,

you may have on your hands the blood
of a great many innocent Americans.

And so, if you do not help me,

I am going to make this conversation
very widely known.

Good day, Kabakov.

Her name is Dahlia Iyad.

Of Arab-German extraction.

Born on a farm near Haifa,
formerly Palestine, in 1948.

Her father, brother, killed by Israeli
commandos in war of same year.

She, sister, mother, expelled, '49.

Lived in a tent
in desert refugee camp, Gaza, '49.

In '57,

her mother died of typhus, 51.

Sister raped in war of '56.

Refugee camp, Jordan, '57.

Sent by Arab League
to Beirut University, '66.

Geneva, '70.

Black September. Joined in 1973.

Here is her face.

Look at it.

After all,

in a way, she's your creation,
Major Kabakov.

Hotel Edward.

Right.

No, I'm fine.

I will time the route
to the airport tomorrow.

Then I will take
the first available flight.

Can't wait.

Bye.

They know who you are.

The Americans.

They found out yesterday.

They have your name, your photograph.

It will be in every police station,
bank, and post office.

How did this happen?

Once they'd found the tape
which you insisted on making,

it was only a matter of time.

But they were quicker
than we anticipated.

I've come to get you out of the country.

Put that away.

-Who is it?
-Beflhop.

Put that away.

Come in.

Happy New Year.

What you are really saying is
the operation is canceled.

Right.

For your own safety
and the whole organization.

That's very easy.

As easy as pulling out a gun,
and as stupid.

Look, Fasil,

I have already faced far greater
risks and dangers than this new one.

Risks you know nothing about.

And I overcame all of them.

And now, at the very point of success,
you want to cancel,

when the bomb is here, ready to go off.

No.

I have been through too much for that.

We know what you've been through,
and you've done well.

It would have been difficult
even with a perfectly normal man.

We give you credit for that.

I don't want credit. I want to win!

And it shows how little you know.

A normal man wouldn't have
approached us in the first place,

and this one is very gifted.

That's why it's going to work,
and I'm going to stay and see it through.

-You go back to Beirut.
-Listen!

I am your superior in the organization,
and you will obey orders.

You may be my superior in the
organization, but you are not a woman.

In case you had any idea of taking over,

he doesn't give a damn
about Black September politics.

Help me!

I don't need protection, I need help.

Major?

We've found Dahlia Iyad.

You're sure?

Positively identified
in a Miami hotel last night.

I got a plane waiting. Let's go.

Thank God.

The girl had already gone
by the time we got there.

But the man is still there.

-The man who was with her...
-Yeah.

That's his room up there,
the fourth floor, third window.

Who is this man?

He's registered as Alex Stephanos.

Yes, Mohammad Fasil.

-She's with him, all right.
-Who is he?

Organized the attack
on the Olympic Village in Munich.

-Black September.
—Yes.

We've got the hotel staked out, sir.

Men in the lobby,
that worker over across the street,

and we've got a marksman up in that...

No, I don't want any marksmen.
No firing, not while she's free.

You tell your men.
Be very careful, be very alert.

Very dangerous, very professional.

He watches everything. Everything!

Here he comes.

Yes, it's Fasil.

Any messages for 39?

No.

Tell your men not to shoot,
even if they get him in the clear.

Get him on the radio.

-Hold your fire!
-Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Put your hands up now!

Get down! Put your heads down!

You over there, keep down!

Put your hands...

Down, down! Put your heads down!

Don't fire! Repeat, don't fire!

Don't shoot.

Keep your heads down.
Keep your heads down!

Hold it right there.
Hold your fire. Get down.

Keep down!

No, get back! Back to the right!
Round the other alley!

Fasi|!

Fasi|!

If you drop your gun, we don't shoot!

Fasi|!

Fasi|!

You're all right. It's all right.

Turn here.

Parties on line.
Seal off the alley at the other end.

I see the suspect.

—There he is.
-Coming toward us.

We've got him.

Go on in to seal off
the end of that street.

Go back through the alley!

All units, down to the beach.
Seal off the beach area.

Fasil, drop the gun! Drop it!

We're not going to shoot!

Drop it!

I told you about that man, Mr. Corley.

Should've let him shoot you.

British passport, American passport.

Mr. Corley?

What exactly is this Super Bowl?

Oh, my God.

Now, what other precautions
can you take, Captain?

Well, as you know,

all underground passageways
will be checked and secured.

All right.

We'll place 24-hour guards
on every entrance and on every exit.

Good.

The staff is being double-checked
for security.

We're going to take every
possible precaution in the business.

Mr. Robbie, could I speak to you
for a moment, please?

Certainly.

I'd like to tell you, sir,
that with Black September,

there's no way you can take
every possible precaution.

They know exactly
what they're going to do, why, and when.

The only way we can take
every possible precaution

is to cancel the game.

-Cancel the Super Bowl?
-Yes, sir.

That's the most ridiculous suggestion
I've ever heard.

That's like canceling Christmas.

If you do it, you might as well cancel
every athletic contest in this country.

No, he's absolutely right.
They can't cancel the Super Bowl.

Mr. Robbie, you do realize there could
be 80,000 people killed in your stadium.

So you don't
want to cancel the game.

Well, then, you have to stop
every private plane within 300 miles.

You have to cancel every commercial
flight over southern Florida that day.

Don't worry about it, Major.
It's already been taken care of.

What else, Mr. Robbie?

Well, there's the Goodyear Blimp.
That's got to fly.

Why? What is this blimp?
What is it supposed to do?

It'll take the picture for television.

Officer, what else
has got to fly that day?

Well, a police helicopter has to fly.

-And his helicopter.
-If he comes.

-Whose?
-He'll come.

-Who?
-The President.

What? The President
of the United States?

Well, who the hell else?
He's a great football fan.

Wait a minute.
Are you telling me

the President of the United States
is coming here?

That's exactly what I'm saying.
I talked to him this morning.

Well, that's just too bad,

because this is one game
he's going to watch on television.

Michael?

What's happened?

What's happened, Michael?

It's finished. They took it away.

Took what away? Who?

I've been waiting to tell you.

I was waiting for you to come home.

You remember that other guy, Farley.

They want him for the Super Bowl.

He's been flying all of the playoff games

while I've been
down in here on vacation.

Don't look at me like that, Dahlia.

There's nothing I could do about it.

They like him better.

His work.

One time I didn't get
their shots for them in a high wind.

And I was the best blimp pilot
this navy ever had.

And then they phased out blimps.

They put me in helicopters.

I thought you'd like
to see me in my uniform.

I don't want to see that, Michael.

You don't have to show me that.

-Well, I...
-I don't want to see it!

But this is what I was.

I wasn't kidding you
when I said I was a hero.

See these?

They don't give you these for nothing,
you know.

Look at this one.

And you see this one here?

It has one little star.

That means two times.

This is the Silver Star.

This really means something
in this country.

This is the Silver Star.

When they give you this
and they give you these,

and then they take them away from you,

they're really asking for it!

And Farley knows that.

He came over here,

and he was ashamed
that he was having to replace me.

He even said, why didn't I
go with him down to Florida,

and gave me two tickets for the game.

-Dahlia...
-Don't touch me!

Look...

We can try again next year.

-No.
.No, yes, we can.

We can come back next season
and set it up again.

No! That's it.

It's now or never, so it's never.

We can't wait.

-Well, I could've done it.
-You couldn't!

You couldn't!

I see that now. I was too full of myself.

"I can handle it."

Even Fasil could have done better.

I unload this whole operation

to depend on a man who is incapable
of going through with anything.

Let alone, a project like this.
But how could I have thought it?

A man without any
political convictions or beliefs!

Don't say that
I couldn't have gone through with it.

I could've gone through with it.

-Except for an accident, I...
-There are no accidents!

Why do you talk to me like that?

That's that same psychological bullshit

that I was getting
from all those psychs at the VA.

Expect you did.

It's probably them who reported you,

after that last time when you
behaved yourself like a sick child.

You're talking
just exactly like they were!

Every one of them,
who'd love these medals,

and then they chaired my court-martial.

Do you understand what I went through?

Do you know that
I was months a prisoner of war?

Do you know that I was months
in solitary confinement

in a little four—by-four bamboo cell?

Three hundred and sixty-seven days,
six years, they held me!

As a prisoner of war!

And then I came back here,
and my life was hell back here,

because she took it
away from me, they...

Every single one of them
took it away from me.

All those guys, too.

Yeah, I see them every Sunday.

I see them from up there,
down in the mass.

Their little upturned faces
and their two little weenies and a Coke,

watching the big game,
cheering the big game,

because they cheer all the good things.

They cheer the big game,
and they cheer court-martials,

and they love the big event
because it makes them feel big,

and I was going to give it to them big!

They'd have been talking about
that goddamned game

for the next 5,000 years!

And so would Margaret,
and so would the kids.

Margaret and the kids.

I don't give a damn
about Margaret and the kids!

-Please!
—Please?

Don't leave me, don't leave me.

I loved her.

My last

Christmas in captivity,

they allowed me one letter

from Margaret.

And in it was a photograph

of Margaret and the kids

standing in front of the house.

And the shadow of the person that
took the picture was in the foreground.

And it was wide.

And it fell on their legs,

and all I could think about

was, "Who took the picture?"

I spent more time looking at the shadow
than I did at my own wife or kids.

I was just going to give Margaret and
the kids something to remember me by.

I was just going to give the guy
that took the picture

something to remember me by.

I was just going to give this
whole son—of-a-bitching country

something to remember me by.

If they can do it to me,
why shouldn't I be able to do it to them?

You will.

I won't!

You will.

Michael, I need you.

I really need you.

-Mr. Vickers.
-Yes, sir.

Dick, take her around, will you?

Tell me exactly where
you get these pilots from.

Yeah, they come from
an outfit called ANPA.

It's a pool of ex-service pilots
that are engaged on a freelance basis

to cover TV sporting events,
advertising agency campaigns.

These ANPA pilots
will be the same people

-flying the blimp for the Super Bowl?
-Yeah, yeah.

The flight crew is assembled
with the camera team

at the beginning of the football season.

They've all known each other
for years, anyhow.

What about the ground crew?

The ground crew is
permanently employed by Goodyear.

Yeah.

Would you like to see
the flight crew people now?

YES.

All right-y, are you ready for your test?

Which one is Ron Simmons?

Right.

And which one is Jack Farley?

You must be a pretty well-traveled man
for your age, Captain.

I guess I've flown in most of the states.
Never been overseas.

Mr. Farley, I understand

that you not only pilot blimps,

but you drive speedboats.

Where in the world
did you get an idea like that?

You've never driven a speedboat
off Long Beach?

Vickers, is that what those eggheads
have been saying about me?

They've been pulling your leg.

I'm not a speedboat freak.
I don't even swim.

What's this all about, anyhow?

It's what is known as
a security procedure, Captain.

Sorry to have taken up your time.

Nice talking to you gentlemen.

Bye, Mr. Farley.

You can see the Steelers' plane
coming to a halt.

Pittsburgh Steelers,
the American Conference champions,

last year's Super Bowl...

Coach Noll,
do you feel ready for the game?

We see Rocky Bleier,
and there's Terry Bradshaw...

-Your keys, sir.
-Enjoy your stay.

Two on the 45, 100 dollars each.

Damn it, Tom, I really think
it's important that I speak to him.

Yes, personally!

I understand perfectly what's going on,
but this isn't the time for that.

Eighty—thousand people
in the stadium tomorrow.

Well, tell him.
Don't write a report about it.

Tell him face-to-face.

The President isn't persuaded

that attending the Super Bowl
will pose a threat to his life.

I suppose there's
a more important threat on his mind.

He's slipping in the polls.

82,528, to be exact.

I've never seen this lady.
I've taken a good look at her.

Take another look.

Officer, I've got a Super Bowl game
going on here.

I'll be happy to call the police
if I see this lady.

-I will. Yes, I will.
-May I have my room, sir?

-May I have my room now?
-You'll have it, sir.

Hello.

Please, has Captain Farley
remembered to place his wake-up call?

Farley. Yes.

Good.

And could we have his room number?
We are sending something.

Thank you. Good night.

:30.

Room 401.

I love you.

All right, this is the final briefing,
so pay special attention.

We'll cover our procedures
for tomorrow, Sunday.

The stadium will be swept for
explosives again at 4:00 a.m.

I wish to emphasize that
this must be a very thorough operation.

Special Forces teams

will also be searching every area
under and around the stadium

that could possibly conceal
one or a series of bombs.

Our information is that there could be
up to 1,000 pounds of explosives.

At 1215 hours,
the President's box will be searched.

From that time on, there will be
six men continuously on duty.

At 0800 hours tomorrow,

the series of snap-checks at airports
for hidden ordnance will be doubled.

A final identity check will be made at
all hotels, motels, and lodging houses.

Roadblocks will be prepared
at all sides of the stadium.

At 1200 hours,
the roadblocks close tight,

and no vehicles
will be allowed to pass through.

Green Street, 16th Avenue.

6-23.

Q and R. Main ramp.

At 0500 hours, the Miami police officers
guarding the President's box

will be replaced by
the White House Secret Service detail,

which incidentally has been doubled.

At 0600 hours, the police helicopter

will be on duty,
patrolling the entire stadium area.

At 0700 hours, the ground crew arrives.
They've all been cleared.

At 0730 hours,
every available Miami police officer

plus a special detachment
of 250 FBI agents

will be on duty at the stadium.

-Brickoe.
-Here.

Post 27, Grant.

Here.

Post 29...

Okay, I want magazines full.

Chambers empty and safeties on.

Okay, yeah.

-Yes?
-Breakfast.

-What?
-Room service.

Just a minute, sugar.

Hiya, cutie.

Just a minute, sweetie.
I got something for you.

Your attention, please.

Three, nine, five, seven.

That's three, nine, five, seven.

Hey, Cowboys!

Cowboys!

Defense, defense, defense.

Defense, defense, defense!

-Hundred bucks now, right?
-The ball game's...

Okay, man, you haven't got a prayer.
You know that, don't you?

-Hey, hey, hey, hey.
-Hey, Mike Lander.

—When'd you get in, good buddy?
-Last night.

What are you doing
in uniform?

I thought you were on vacation.

Well, I thought I was on vacation,

I thought I was going to get to
come down here and see the game.

Last night, the middle of the night,

I get a call from this jerk-off Farley,
completely shit-faced.

Some broad
stuck her finger right in his eye.

-You putting me on?
-The poor guy.

Well, is he going to make it, or isn't he?

Hey, pal, I got the suit on.
What do you think?

Man is with the doctor right now,

so the less the four of us
say about it, the better.

-Now let's go.
-All right.

To gate seven.

Thirty to gate seven.

Let's go, Pittsburgh, let's go!
Let's go, Pittsburgh, let's go!

You all got to show me
your passes today.

We're going to show you
our passes today.

It's all right, let me see them now.

Get them up. Get them up.

Don't you recognize me?

Yeah, you're looking good.
Now where's your pass?

You got it. All right.

Okay, let it roll, men. Thank you.

Thanks.

-Captain Lander.
-Vickers, how are you?

Yeah, where's Farley?

Out on the town last night.
Got a little shit—faced.

The less said about it, the better.

I'm glad you're back.

-How's the weather?
—Intermittent clouds.

Hey, let's finish stripping the ship.

-Sam, you do a crew check.
-Okay.

—Clear left?
—Clear.

—Clear right?
-Clear right.

Stand by.

Trip.

Take it aft.

Good afternoon, football fans.

The National Football League
welcomes you to Miami's Orange Bowl

and the championship
of professional football

between the American Conference
champion Pittsburgh Steelers

and their coach, Chuck Noll,

and the National Conference
champion Dallas Cowboys

and their coach, Tom Landry.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

the starting defensive lineup for the
AFC champion Pittsburgh Steeiers

for the Super Bowl,

defensive front four,
the famed Steel Curtain.

Now the Steeler linebackers.

On the outside, number 59 is Jack Ham.

On the other side, 34,
the captain, Andy Russell.

In the middle linebacker position,
number 58 is Jack Lambert.

Left cornerback, number 24...

Bring in the man.

The President's helicopter can be seen
coming over the stadium now.

It'll only be a matter of seconds
before it touches down.

CBS will try to get you
as close as possible.

And now Coach Chuck Noll

and the rest of
the AFC champion Pittsburgh Steelers.

Now the Super Bowl starting
offensive lineup for the Dallas Cowboys.

This is the first Super Bowl
attended by the President.

Right guard, number 61...

And number 70, right tackle,
Rayfield Wright.

Now to the Cowboys' three receivers.

Number 84 is the tight end, Jean Fugett.

And wide receiver, number 83,
Golden Richards.

Number 88, Drew Pearson.

Now the Dallas backfield.

And quarterback, number 12,
Roger Staubach.

—Number 26, Preston Pearson.
—Go Cowboys'. Go'. Go'. Go'.!

Number 44, Robert Newhouse.

And coach Tom Landry

and the rest of the NFC champion
Dallas Cowboys.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the President of the United States.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,
to honor America,

we proudly present our national anthem,

as sung by Mr. Tom Sullivan
and the cast of Up With People.

0 say, can you see

By the dawn's early light

What so proudly we hail'd

At the twilight's last gleaming

Whose broad stripes and bright stars

Through the perilous...

Red glare

The bombs bursting in air

o'er the land of the free

And the home of the

brave.

Right now, Dallas has won the toss.

Deep for Dallas...

Front, please.

Santos, take this up to 401.

With a very strong wind at his back,

Roy Gerela of the Pittsburgh Steelers
ready to kick off

in the biggest football game
there is, the Super Bowl.

Pat Summerall with Tom Brookshier.

And, Tom, you could feel the pressure
building up all week.

So here we go.
Super Bowl is underway.

Knocked out of bounds at the 44.

First and 10, Dallas.

Gerela with the tackle.

Roy Gerela finally got him out of bounds
as Dallas breaks in Pittsburgh territory.

They are in good shape, Tom.

Touchdown. Five-yard loss.
Third down and 13.

Say, Ron, can you go back
and get me a Coke, please?

Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.

While I'm back there,
I think I'll pull an envelope inspection.

—Watch the mic wire.
-Gotcha.

Hey, Mike, what the hell's going on?

-What's the matter?
-The port engine's trailing smoke.

Hey, Lander, we got fire!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, just everybody relax.
It's nothing Vickers can't take care of.

"Nothing Vickers can't take care of"?
Hey, Vickers ain't up here.

Did you call him yet?

Yes, I called him,
and I told him we were coming in.

It's back to the 25,
Henderson on the tackle.

First and 10, Pittsburgh.

Why do they keep all these lights on?

Television wants them.

Remember how they set off
that telephone in the ship's cabin?

How long do you think it would take
enough heat from these lights

to generate a thermostatically-controlled
bomb in here?

I don't know.

I did that once, you know, in Tel Aviv.

We checked the junction boxes.

There's a guard on the main bus panel.

Well, I think these people could

enjoy this game well enough
in the sunshine, don't you, Mr. Corley?

Bradshaw to Grossman for the TD.

I think it's getting worse.

You think too much.

We have some banquet rooms
on this side over here.

Santos, turn that down.

And I thought I told you
to take that to 401.

I did. There was a
"do not disturb" sign on the door.

It's for Captain Farley, but he's flying
the Goodyear Blimp in the game today.

Put it up there, and don't forget
to bring back the passkey.

Time-out, Cowboys.

Agent Franco, come in, please.
Agent Franco, come in, please.

Franco here.

This is Corley. Give me Kabakov.

Kabakov here.

Major? Major, it's the blimp.

We have a confirmed report
that Farley the pilot

has been found murdered
in his hotel room.

-Slo-mo A...
-Excuse me. Excuse me.

Could any of you
tell me where the blimp is?

Who let this man get in here?

Would you tell me
what happened to the blimp?

Would you mind leaving, please?

Sir, I just want to know
what has happened to the blimp.

-Bob, will you get this guy out of here?
-Please, sir!

—Ready, set. Take it. Set.
—We've got 75 million people...

-Is this man in control of it?
—Get him out of here!

We've got 75 million people...

Let me tell you that there are 85,000
Americans who will be murdered

if I don't know where this blimp is!

The blimp has a mechanical problem.
It's gone back to its base.

-Would you mind leaving?
-Thank you, sir, thank you!

Ninety seconds. Okay, thank you, Terry.

And one.

Hey, the blimp!

Hello, ma'am.

What have you got?

Television equipment.

Okay, Mike.

-Why didn't you call in?
-I did call in.

-But what happened?
-What do you mean, "What happened?"

Can't you see
the goddamn thing smoking?

Yes, I can see that, but what happened?

Two airlines broken.

What does the panel indicate?

The panel indicates it's in the red.

Vickers!

Telephone.

Network. Urgent!

Take over.

Get to the blimp!

Get out there now!

Vickers here.

What?

Jenkins?

Jenkins, have your crew help
unhook the trailer

and get that onto the gondola.

Come back, everybody,
and help him unhook the trailer.

-What is that?
-You won't believe this.

They want this new thing
underneath here, and they want it now.

The network wants it.
Vickers is in there arguing with them.

How much weight is that thing?

It weighs 1,200 pounds,
so get all the sandbags off.

-Come on.
-All right, all right!

Jesus!

This is costing 675,000 bucks a minute.

Hold this.

Get it under there!

-Get those sandbags off.
-It'll never fly.

Get it in there, push it up!

All right, the locks are on.
Come on, come on!

-Take it easy.
-Get her on, would you?

I refuse to...

Get rid of all that television stuff.
We're overweight.

What are you doing?

Are you out of your mind?

Touchdown, Dallas.

Cover me, cover me.

My God, here it comes.

We're still too heavy!

Get him out of here.

We'll never get it off.

Keep firing.

The helicopter!

Get him out.

Got a high-powered rifle
and a submachine gun in the trunk.

The backup fuse.

Take it, run it through those two doors,
and tie it to the dome snap.

All right. We're going to
shoot the goddamn thing down.

Can't shoot it down.
It's filled with helium.

We are going to kill the pilot.

If anything happens to me
or happens to this,

you use this on the backup fuse.

Here comes the police 'copter.

There.

This is the police.

Return to base immediately.

Return to base immediately!

Bring this in on the left side of it!

Get us some more time. Cover me.

Sam!

Touchdown, Pittsburgh.

Take her down, now!

I think I've got both of them!

But it's still going on!

What about this cargo hook?
Can we hook it up?

We sure in the hell can try.

Steady!

Down!

Go, Cowboys!

Go, go, go!

Pull her up.

Try to hold it!

Up!