Nighthawks Page #4

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- Shoot!

Shoot!

Idiot! Take the shot!

He's not clear.

Dammit!

Move!

Jump, Deke, jump!

Come on, I got you.

- It's locked.

- Get back. I'm gonna kick it open.

Police!

Police! Get back!

Get outta the way! Stand back!

Are you all right?

- Police!

- Move! Get outta the way!

Come on, goddamnit!

Get back! Move!

Move!

- I got him this way!

- Watch out.

Goddamnit!

Fox!

Deke! Deke!

Don't move. Jesus Christ!

- God, I'm hurt.

- Get on back, goddamnit!

Get some help!

I'll kill that son of a b*tch.

- Get him!

- Don't move.

- Get him, Deke!

- I'm gonna kill that son of a b*tch.

- Get him!

- Don't move. You're f***in' dead!

I'll kill that motherf***er.

You're f***in' dead!

You're f***in' dead!

I'm gonna kill that motherf***er.

You're f***in' dead, you motherf***er!

You're f***in' dead!

How you doin'?

The doctor said you have great reflexes.

You caught that blade on the jawbone,

so it didn't touch anything vital.

Before you know it,

you'll be back at the command centre.

OK? Good as new?

- Deke...

- What?

You shoulda took that shot.

You shoulda took the shot.

Close the shop.

Wulfgar.

The police have

a description of you, Wulfgar.

And by now, every delegation

at the UN has it too.

It doesn't matter.

I was wondering

when you would come here.

Have you seen Hammad?

Hammad is beginning to pay attention.

He's not ready to take you back yet.

Soon he'll beg.

How did they trace me so soon?

I don't understand.

- You must know...

- What?

Hartman.

- Hartman? Here?

- Yes.

You're just in time.

I need all the information

you can get on the UN personnel.

Hartman's people, too.

Especially the name of the bastard

who chased me tonight.

Have you been all right?

Well, yeah, fine. Why?

I want you to be

a bit more careful, that's all.

- You still haven't told me why.

- Irene, do me a favor this one time.

- Don't meet any new people right now.

- I wanna know why.

Why can't you just

do what I say one time?

You haven't talked like this before.

What are you working on?

If you'd like to talk about it,

I'd be happy to listen.

No, it'd take too long to explain.

It's too complicated to go into now.

- We'll talk later.

- Well, all right. How about this?

Why don't we have dinner

together next weekend?

At your favorite little Italian restaurant?

Did I say something that brought that on?

Maybe.

- Are you serious?

- Absolutely.

Well, how about I make the reservations?

I'll call you on Friday.

- OK. Bye.

- Bye.

Is this all?

Yes.

Then we're ready.

The French assistant

ambassador's leaving.

OK, good. How are you feelin'?

I love watching other people

have a good time.

Gentlemen, proceed with

your checkpoints, please.

And let the guests see you.

Keeps them from getting nervous.

Checkpoint one all clear.

Checkpoint two?

South wing is all clear.

I've got the Swedish delegate in here.

- TV, check in, please.

- Pretty pictures here.

- Elevator, check in, please.

- British ambassador's on his way.

North side, check in.

- Everything's OK here.

- Roger.

DaSilva, everything seems to be

under control up there.

- Would you take Zone A?

- Sure. Listen...

- Are you hungry?

- Mm. A bit.

- Chinese food later?

- Look forward to it.

- How's everything?

- Fine.

Hartman, proceeding

to the south escalator.

Hello, balcony?

German counsel's heading your way.

OK, I see him.

DaSilva, do you read me?

Checkpoint one.

DaSilva, by the way...

Who's picking up the check?

Well, I believe in age

before beauty, don't you?

Shakka.

Watch out! Move outta the way! Get back!

Don't turn him over!

Sh*t.

- All right, we got all the exits covered.

- Forget it.

- What do you mean?

- She's gone. Forget it.

- It's not his big play, anyway.

- How do you know?

Because I'm beginning to know

how the son of a b*tch thinks.

Punch these up quick, all right?

Unexpected stop.

This is Shakka.

Do not underestimate her

because she's a woman.

She has no maternal instincts.

Don't be so afraid.

Back up, against the window!

I like your hat.

I'll be talking to you.

How old is that child?

- He's just eight months.

- OK.

- Comment a va?

- Bonjour.

- Du r svensk?

- Ja.

- This is Wulfgar calling.

- Get me 911, please.

There are certain representatives

of the United Nations with me.

I'll announce my terms for their release...

...when the proper authorities

are present to hear them.

I got it.

Right.

DaSilva, Fox. Wulfgar's on the tram.

Please.

I'm aware of every trick.

Do not force me to prove it.

Thank you.

Now... we'll get better acquainted.

Let's go!

- You have three children, right?

- How do you know that?

All the lines are open.

Detective Munafo, Sergeant Fox.

Gimme your binoculars.

Take it over the bridge.

Face the windows, everybody! Quickly!

- Can you see him?

- Yes, I see him.

Shakka's with him

and he has about 25 hostages.

He's doing something at

the back of the car. Wait a minute.

Your husband is first assistant to

the French ambassador, is he not?

Please... leave us alone.

We've done nothing.

You must be very proud.

You will come over...

- No, you take me!

- Sh.

What is it? What is happening?

Life, Mr Marigny.

No... it's not...

He's taken a woman to the front

of the tram. He has her against a window.

- What the hell is he doing?

- He's making the rules.

Get a little closer. I wanna see his face.

This one's for you, DaSilva.

Christ. Don't do it.

- Goddamnit, Matt, he killed her.

- I requested no police.

Get rid of the body.

This is Wulfgar calling.

Yes, we hear you.

This is Sergeant Fox.

If the UN authorities are present,

I'm ready to proceed.

I've been instructed to ask if you would

release all non-political hostages.

You are wasting your time.

- As you see, I am not to be taken lightly.

- We hear you.

Before we go any further...

there's an infant here.

I want it taken off.

I don't want the press to write

that I'm a man without a conscience.

- All right, what do you want?

- In five minutes, I'll lower a cable.

If you want the infant alive...

you'd better hurry.

- I'll be ready.

- Not you, Fox!

I want that bastard!

What bastard?

Me.

You can't let him go up there.

He'll waste him!

Look, I'm in charge here, Fox!

DaSilva's the man.

The barge is nearly in place.

How do you feel?

Helpless?

I could have cut the cable.

It's a long way down.

- Why'd you kill the woman?

- I wanted to.

So why don't you kill me?

In due time.

I want you to tell 'em

I have brought the city to its knees.

Police... are cowards.

What?

I said... tell 'em.

He's brought the city to its knees.

The police are cowards.

We're not that different, Deke.

I do not enjoy killing, but it's my job.

Someone has to do it.

I represent... oppressed victims

who have nothing.

I speak only for them. I'm their voice.

I'm a liberator.

You think you're a liberator?

It's fascinating. Yes.

- The child!

- No! No!

Come on. Come on!

- Give it to me!

- Please be careful with him.

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