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.]
C Computer
[The Jackal is in an ornate office, ordering the weapon he will use for his assassination job, talking to a computer. Throughout the scene, the computer speaks with a Microsoft Sam voice, and whatever it and the Jackal say appear on its screen.]
Good afternoon. How may we help you?
The Jackal
[Having lit a cigar with an ornate lighter; sets the lighter down on the desk and settles back in his chair]
I'm interested in an intermediate-range system. High cyclic rate. [takes a drag on his cigar]
The Jackal
Compact. Vehicle-mounted unit.
The Jackal
[takes another drag on his cigar; thinking]
No smaller than 7.62.
C Computer
[as the Jackal takes something off his tongue]
Available: 7.62mm M134 electric gatling gun.
The Jackal
I prefer non-US equipment. Single parallel system. [puts the cigar back in his mouth]
C Computer
Available: Yugoslav 20mm 19/55 cannon.
The Jackal
[examines his cigar; thinking]
Too heavy.
C Computer
Available: Polish ZSU-33 electric 14.5mm. Cyclic rate: 1,400 rounds per minute.
The Jackal
[typing something on the computer]
Interested.
C Computer
[shows an image and tech specs of the weapon]
Effective combat range: 3,500m. [The Jackal is deep in thought] Muzzle velocity: 1,700m per second.
The Jackal
[thinking]
I'll take it. [an ambulance siren is heard in the background]
C Computer
Cost will be $200,000US.
The Jackal
Transfer funds in the usual manner - half now, half on delivery - to the following address: Letterham Shipping, Montreal, Quebec, Canada, GIH 876. Client name: Murdoch, Charles C.
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]
The Jackal
[The Jackal has just mortally wounded Valentina] [points to her wound]
Press here. Hard. It'll slow the bleeding.
The Jackal
[Valentina does so, and moans in pain, as the Jackal puts a pillow under her head]
Ah. See, that's bad. The blood's almost black. That means the bullet's in your liver. You've got about twenty minutes to live. [draws a heart shape on her cheek with her blood] If the pain gets to be too much, take your hand away, and you'll be dead in five minutes.
Valentina Koslova
[fiercely]
When Declan kills you, you think of me, okay?
The Jackal
[smiles]
Sure, I'll do that.
The Jackal
[He suddenly grabs her head and whispers cruelly in her ear]
If you see Declan before you die, tell him that he can't protect his women.
