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Captain Simonov.

Local army units from the

Seventh Tank Division has

secured the immediate area.

As of 30 minutes ago, the

whole city of Moscow is

under military curfew.

The President?

His family?

I'm afraid we

don't know

yet, sir.

Attention!

They may also

have the American

ambassador hostage.

Should we bring the

Americans and CIA

in on this?

Mr. Secretary?

Not yet.

General. Take

a look at this.

Comrades.

This is addressed

to the various

intelligence agencies,

who are no doubt trying

to find a resolution to

this situation.

You can see the fruits

of our labor onscreen.

We have them all, including

our beloved capitalist

dictator, President Petrov,

safe and uninjured,

for now.

We have contacted various

news agencies and are

providing them

with a live update

of the action here

at the arena.

Comrades, the entire

world will be

watching us.

Who the hell's

that lunatic?

We don't know yet.

But we'll find out.

Great.

The perimeter

charges are set

and primed.

Take your men and sweep

through the arena.

Look for survivors.

The only FSB Agents

I want to hear about

are dead ones.

What if we find

any civilians?

Kill them.

Why more

dead civilians?

We made

our point.

You're right.

I'm sure

we got everybody.

We're moving down

to clear stage area.

Who's there?

What do you

think they want?

Whatever it is,

they're not going

to get it.

Quick negotiation

exchange, this could

all be over.

My country

doesn't negotiate

with terrorists.

Neither does yours.

This doesn't

happen in

my country.

Give it time.

It will.

Where are

my daughters?

Your daughters

are my concern.

Think of this as a

little preview of

what's to come.

What is it you want?

We can get you anything.

A new Mercedes.

Some f***ing

junk food.

Flat screen TV.

How 'bout that

Venus b*tch's

latest CD?

And you... can give

me nothing but

your pain.

You were one

of the great Soviets,

Comrade Gordov.

I learned my

lesson back then.

Ah, the Soviet

Union worked.

You pathetic

little sh*t.

He's lost too much blood.

He needs a doctor.

He needs a coffin.

Upstairs on

the main stage.

Take the TV b*tch

and the video crew,

get all this on tape.

Give the media

some table scraps.

Traitors to

the Mother Land.

Bring your camera!

Come visit my corner

of hell, Kazov.

I'll be waiting

for you.

Come on.

Move. Move.

Let's go. Get moving.

Over there. Stand still.

Set up in front

of the speakers.

Put them over there.

Right here.

Come here.

Stand still.

Here. Read this.

You've done well.

I'm proud of you.

Are you filming?

Hey!

Come on.

Rolling.

Read.

Come on,

read it!

The Russian

security forces

are being used

by the selfish...

and corrupt governments

to protect private

business interests.

Therefore...

we shall

be the first

sacrificial lambs,

on Petrov's

capitalistic altar.

Comrades.

We stand to awake...

The world

is watching.

Don't stop.

Oh my God.

Three bursts.

One of your men

must have put

up a fight.

Good for him.

Agent Kapista.

Thank... Thanks for

killing those bastards.

Don't talk, sir.

We'll get you

some help.

Get...

it...

Get our

president out alive.

And his children.

I'm okay.

That's the way out.

The cameraman

and the girl?

Took off

that way.

You do speak English.

Finally some good news.

Mikhail Kapista,

Presidential Security.

And you?

Joe.

This way.

Help me.

Help.

Over here.

All right,

get up.

He- hey.

N ice gig.

I've got

your CD.

CD?

Hey, come on.

Pick him up, quick.

Come on.

Are you girls

from Moscow?

St. Petersburg.

Where did

you grow up?

I grew up on

a farm in Georgia.

We have a place

called Georgia in

our country too.

We thought you were

from the mean streets

of New York City.

That's bogus P R

crap from the label.

I first went to New

York City as

a teenager.

I was scared shitless.

Like now.

Scared shitless?

That means

really scared.

What did

you do?

I put on this

tough girl act.

What happened?

It made all the

sharks scared of me.

Sharks?

Bad guys.

You know,

criminals. Bandits.

I know.

We'll act tough and

that's how we'll

get through this.

Maybe we can

get in contact

with the outside

security forces.

They killed all

your security guys?

Yes.

And the President?

Last time I saw

him, he was alive.

They took him

and his family.

Wow, that's

some catch.

Venus and Petrov.

I wonder who's

worth more.

He mentioned a CD?

Yeah, that's right.

What does

it mean?

I'm a rocker.

A what?

I play

the drums.

No.

Keep it.

I don't want it.

Why?

They'll come

lookin' for

this guy.

Come on.

Let's go.

Let's get him down.

We have to get

him medical help.

I know.

So where did

you learn hand-

to-hand combat?

I played a few

rough joints,

you know.

Crazy chicks, fans,

vodka. Fights.

One last time.

Who are you?

I was in a bike gang.

Back in California.

Motorcycles. You

know what that is?

Yes, I know.

That's why I

know how to fight!

You happy now?

So why don't

you want a gun?

Look, I'm sorry

about your buddy.

The guy with

the medal.

Leonid Gordov.

My Commander.

He was a hero.

A real hero.

What's happening?

Taking a break.

We'll get you

to a doctor.

A transfer,

in four equal parts,

of one billion

pounds sterling,

into the four South

African bank accounts

mentioned previously.

You have the

account numbers.

I fully

expect confirmation

of the monies transferred

by zero hundred hours

Moscow time.

That's midnight

to you civilians.

Or I will systematically

begin executing

the hostages.

Hello. Hello.

Anything?

No.

They cut

the lines.

Sh*t.

Wait a second.

I will begin with

the American

pop princess,

or our criminally

inept president,

or perhaps...

perhaps...

Perhaps one of his

precious daughters.

Major. Freeze

on the subject.

Give me a facial

recognition scan.

A billion pounds.

At least he's

not asking for

a lot of money.

Sir. Alpha in position.

Good.

That wasn't so

bad, was it?

See? I knew

you had it in you.

Send a patrol out

to find Anton.

He must be having

fun with that

TV b*tch.

Don't even think

about moving.

Approaching,

taking position.

Alpha One.

I wish we had

someone on the inside.

Major.

This is Agent

Mikhail Kapista.

Maybe we do.

Agent Mikhail Kapista.

President Petrov's

close security team.

Just assigned

this morning.

First day,

Agent Kapista?

It's a very difficult

tactical situation for

us, sir.

They're all dead,

as far as I know.

Yes, sir.

No. Just me.

Well, there's

one more person.

A drummer.

That's correct.

An American

musician, sir.

Well, uh, he

used to be in...

No, sir.

Absolutely not.

I'm dead serious.

Yes, sir.

There's got to

be an exit up

here somewhere.

I don't know.

Maybe we should've

stayed back there.

Those two guys

seemed friendly

at least.

They killed those

f***ing terrorists.

A Three to Base.

Lobby's clear.

Who knows

who the hell's

who anymore?

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