Declan Mulqueen
I can identify him by his face, given the opportunity... but more importantly, by his methods. So you can leave Isabella out of this.
Carter Preston
Did you work with him?
Declan Mulqueen
With him? No. No way.
Carter Preston
Do you have a problem with this man?
Declan Mulqueen
That's between him and me.
Carter Preston
Isabella Zancona is the only confirmed contact we have... and we will find her. With or without your help.
Declan Mulqueen
[Preston makes to stand, but Mulqueen grabs his wrist, trying to keep him there.]
Okay, okay... I want three things. One, get me out of here. I'm no use to you sitting here on my arse.
Carter Preston
What's to keep you from taking off?
Declan Mulqueen
Nothing.... except I give you my word. [Preston snorts] Two, I go with you to meet Isabella.
Carter Preston
Why?
Declan Mulqueen
I want to see her, is all.
Carter Preston
And the third thing?
Declan Mulqueen
[scratching his bearded chin]
A decent razor.
DD Director Donald Brown
We'll get this guy. We've got our best people on this, and they'll find him. [laughs] That's if he doesn't get his dick in a wringer like most of these clowns.
DD Director Donald Brown
[Declan frowns and shakes his head]
Is something the matter, Mr. Mulqueen?
Declan Mulqueen
Excuse me, sir. But this man is no clown. He knows all your moves, back to front. Right now, you've got a name; that's all you've got. So the Jackal's got a target: YOU. He's got a timetable. And as to making mistakes, he's spent twenty years in a trade that doesn't forgive error. And he's prevailed. You think he's the one who's up against us? [shakes his head] It's the other way around.
IL Ian Lamont
[seeing the new gun that The Jackal is about to test]
Mother**** mother****er... that mother****er is state of the art! Dude, I knew it was going to be big. I didn't know it was going to be the ****in' prototype cannon. It's a ****in' motrol... Damn! Some hairy looking rounds.
The Jackal
Made from depleted uranium. Go through anything. Once they get inside they just spall.
IL Ian Lamont
Hell yeah. They spall, yeah. They get in there and they just... [imitates spalling noise] That rocks. Look at the friggin' lens on that thing...
The Jackal
Don't touch that.
IL Ian Lamont
It's got like a 2000 mile zoom lens. That thing is kick ass. Dude, is this thing a prototype, or what? I bet you it cost you a shitload. That rocks. Man, you rock. Do you know what I'm saying? Rooooock! ****in' thing kicks ass. [the Jackal turns on the remote targeting computer, and brings up a visual of the target] Oh, yeah. Bring on the spall, baby. I can't wait to see the shit...
The Jackal
[annoyed]
Lamont. Close your mouth.
IL Ian Lamont
[The Jackal locks in his pen/control stick, and tests the gun mount's movement]
Smooth action, yeah?
The Jackal
[The Jackal aims at the pumpkin target, and zooms in the lens, the crosshairs right on the face drawn onto the pumpkin... then he flips open the cover on the firing button]
Ready?
IL Ian Lamont
[Lamont nods and covers his ears, as the Jackal pushes the button, firing one shot, which crashes into the trees - but the pumpkin is unhit.]
YEAH! Spall! [the tree hit by the bullet topples, knocking the pumpkin off its stand] Well... it took out the target.
The Jackal
No, it's off... by at least three millimeters.
IL Ian Lamont
No, dude. That's precision craftsmanship. It ain't off no three millimeters.
The Jackal
So, Lamont... tell me how you sight in this thing automatically.
IL Ian Lamont
Uh, punch in the windage and the elevation you want and hit Enter.
The Jackal
So you just kinda guesstimate it, huh?
IL Ian Lamont
Basically guesstimation. [the Jackal inputs the settings, and the gun points right at Lamont] Whoa! Okay, I give up!
The Jackal
Well... I guess the automatic sighting works.
IL Ian Lamont
Yeah, I thought I was about to sprawl!
The Jackal
Well, Lamont, we're gonna have to speed-test it now.
IL Ian Lamont
Yep, speed-test.
The Jackal
So... run.
IL Ian Lamont
[confused]
What do you mean?
The Jackal
I mean run. [icily] Now. [Lamont's expression suddenly becomes one of terror, as he runs across the muddy clearing] Run to your right!
The Jackal
[Lamont trips and falls in the water] [to himself]
Get up... [louder] Get up! [Lamont keeps running] Alright, good, stop there! Just stop there! Turn around! [Lamont turns] Hold out that pack of cigarettes! [seeing Lamont is petrified] Don't be afraid!
The Jackal
[Lamont fumbles in his shirt pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes]
Stay very still! [Lamont is shaking, part elements, part terror] Stand still!
The Jackal
[The Jackal looks over at Lamont, then back at his screen, aimed at the cigarette pack, as he fires another shot... which accidentally takes Lamont's right arm off in a bloody shred at the elbow. Lamont cries out in pain]
Told you it was off. [sees a moaning Lamont, without his left arm] Move over by the car! Quick, before you pass out! [Lamont does so, and as The Jackal prepares to fire, Lamont tries to shield himself by the car with his right arm, but it's too late. The car is hit a spray of bullets, as well as Lamont, and the car explodes]
TI T. I. Witherspoon
Look, we know that certain gang elements in this prison want you dead.
Declan Mulqueen
An entire government wants me dead, mister... yet here I am.
TI T.I. Witherspoon
Alright, smartass, let's cut the bullshit. You cooperate, and we'll get you transferred to a minimum security facility. That's our deal, and it's your only chance to ever walk out of this goddamn place in one piece. That's a one-time offer, now take it or leave it.
Declan Mulqueen
Stuff it, then. As many ****in' times as you like. [to Koslova, cheerfully] Pardon the language. I've been in prison.
Terek Murad
[in Helsinki on hearing what happened Ghazzi]
My poor brother, how many militia did you kill?
V Vasilov
[uncomfortably]
You have to understand, there were 50 of them. Plus the Americans...[Terek sharply cuts him off]
Terek Murad
[barks]
Yes, YES, but how many did you *kill*?
V Vasilov
[eventually]
None
Terek Murad
[livid]
None? Not even *one*?
V Vasilov
[on the point of begging]
Please, Terek. I did what I could. [but Terek has leapt to his feet]
Terek Murad
[mockingly]
You did what you could? You did what you could. [heads over to a display of ancient battle axes on the wall] Letting those militia pigs and their American scum kill my brother, without killing even one in return! Okay, that is what *you* could do, [snatches one of those axes off the wall...] and this is what *I* CAN DO! [...and slams it hard into Vasilov's head to the gasps of the other members]
Terek Murad
[addressing those left]
I loved this man like a brother. He was a dear friend and partner to me. [indicates to what he's done] So I took no joy in that. [now menacingly] But just think, if I can do this to someone I *love*, imagine what I can do with someone I *hate*! [icily] The American FBI declares war on us. Then WAR IT IS!
TN TV narrator
[In a suite somewhere in the hotel where Terek has been meeting his associates (and killed one after the associate didn't kill any agents involved in Ghazzi Murad's death), the Jackal is watching television and drinking alcohol. The TV is playing a nature documentary.]
Unlike other, less cunning predators, the hyena takes no chances. [during this line, the Jackal drinks] Never attacking unless sure of a kill. Though a consummate killer, he is clearly no gentleman. [The door opens and Terek walks in from his previous meeting]
Terek Murad
I apologize for keeping you waiting. I had some other business to dispose of. [picks up a bottle, opens it and pours himself a drink] So much wasted time, confusing motion with accomplishment. [puts the lid back on the bottle, and shows the bottle to the Jackal] Another drink?
The Jackal
[Russian]
If we could get to the point.
Terek Murad
[Terek sets the bottle down and switches off the TV, sets his drink on the coffee table, then pulls out a folder, before walking over to the Jackal.]
The MVD killed my brother. For that, I will see they drown in blood. But to their allies in America, I wish to send a message - a very public message. I wish to strike fear into the marrow of their bones. [opens the folder and shows the Jackal a photograph on a sheet of A4] Can you kill this person?
The Jackal
[silently studying the photograph]
Yes. [Terek walks over to an armchair facing the Jackal, on the other side of the coffee table, sits down and runs the photograph through a shredder next to his chair] If I take this job, I'll have to disappear. Forever. So if you want me to do this, you're going to have to pay me.
Terek Murad
[slyly]
How much?
The Jackal
[thinking]
American dollars, all cash, of course. Half now, half upon completion... [sips his drink] Seventy million.
Terek Murad
[laughs]
Why not? [raises his drink] Done. [drinks]
The Jackal
How many people know about this?
Terek Murad
[points at the Jackal]
You [points at himself] and I.
The Jackal
Keep it that way. Don't refer to our arrangement by telephone or fax, ever. You should find a place outside of Russia to hide until the mission's completed. If word of this leaks, it will be my choice whether to continue the mission or not. Either way, I keep the initial payment. Agreed?
Terek Murad
[nodding]
Okay.
W Woolburton
[Inside the bank Jennings and Company, the Jackal is establishing funding and weapons for his assassination job.]
How do you want the accounts handling?
The Jackal
Split the deposit equally between the Macau and the Panama accounts.
W Woolburton
And the balance?
The Jackal
Leave it here in dollars. I need you to open me a Luxembourg account. And get me some credit cards. Use an American bank; I'll send you the names this week.
W Woolburton
I'll overnight the credit cards to your box in Montreal. [remembers something] Oh, this also came [takes out a piece of paper from inside his jacket] in the draft.
The Jackal
Yes. [takes the paper] I'll need to use your computer, Clive.
W Woolburton
Of course. Everything's ready for you.
The Jackal
Good. Thank you. [He walks away. Woolburton follows.]
GM Ghazzi Murad
[The American FBI and Russian MVD raid a nightclub where Ghazzi Murad and his associates are meeting; the music stops as Maj. Valentina Koslova approaches Ghazzi's table] [Russian]
What - no kickbacks this week?
Valentina Koslova
[Russian]
Major Koslova, MVD.
GM Ghazzi Murad
[Russian]
: Nice to meet you. [pulls a stack of bills out of his coat] This damn market economy... here, is this enough?
Valentina Koslova
[Koslova slaps the money out of his hand, replacing it with an arrest warrant] [Russian]
Ghazzi Murad, you are under arrest for the murder of Mayor Nikolai Semankho.
GM Ghazzi Murad
[Russian]
Blow me, darling! You don't have any witnesses. Nothing.
Carter Preston
[Russian]
: Your blood is our witness. You left your DNA at the scene of the crime.
GM Ghazzi Murad
[Russian]
DNA? [switches to English] What is this... an American? Who the **** are you?
Carter Preston
Deputy Director Carter Preston, FBI.
GM Ghazzi Murad
FBI. [looks over at Koslova] You **** Americans now, you ugly Militia whore. [to Preston] And you, go **** yourself. This is not Chicago. This is Russia. So take your bitch and get the **** out of here. [looking around the room] You think I'm afraid of the MVD? [laughs] I swear, I kill you and your **** whore mothers, if you don't --
Valentina Koslova
I repeat, you --
GM Ghazzi Murad
**** you! **** YOU, you scar-faced ****! **** you!
Carter Preston
Alright, that's enough!
Carter Preston
[Ghazzi flips the table and lunges at Preston, but is tackled by Koslova; as he tries to strangle her, she pulls her gun and shoots him dead. Afterwards, outside, Preston hands her a flask of whiskey.]
It's not easy taking a life, but you saved one too - mine.
