Nighthawks Page #5

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Sit down.

This is for the press.

- Now, you may drop the child...

- Oh, no!

- Don't drop this.

- He'll be all right.

What if you don't win this time?

Try again.

Shakka, lower him.

Please be careful with him!

Deke, you must realize...

...we're not heroes, we're victims.

This is Wulfgar.

- Go ahead.

- These are my demands.

I gave DaSilva a declaration...

...to be published in

The Times and The Washington Post...

...and read over all networks.

- We don't control the press.

- No excuses!

I want a jet and a bus to the airport

by ten o'clock tonight.

And no police.

The following comrades...

...are to be released before ten o'clock.

Mohammed Yafi, Rafael Saldaa...

...Miroslav Jakovic, Liu Chan Tao.

- May we have until morning?

- Ten o'clock sharp.

And DaSilva... will drive the bus.

We may not make it this time.

It does not matter.

Let me have the cassette recording

of Hartman's last lecture on Shakka...

...the smallest tape recorder you can find,

ten feet of wire and an activator button.

Shakka Holland,

alias Shakka Kapoor...

The drama has not seen

a change for the better or worse.

The hostages still remain over 250 feet

above the East River in a cable car.

Several hours ago an innocent woman

was sent to her death...

...by that terrorist known only as Wulfgar

and a single female companion.

Moments after that savage killing...

...that same terrorist demanded

an infant be taken to safety.

For those who tuned in late...

- You sure you know what you're doing?

- I think so.

You know when that bus gets to

the airport he's gonna waste you.

Why are you always tryin' to cheer me up?

- You said before, it's my choice.

- I did say that, didn't I?

- I'll see you later.

- I'll be watching.

I'm coming in.

No talking.

Move! Come on!

Move!

Move!

Soon it is your time.

Come on! Hurry up! Quick!

Shakka Holland,

alias Shakka Kapoor...

...born February 91949, Tangiers, Morocco,

of wealthy parents.

A spoilt b*tch

who kills without provocation.

You sh*t!

Get down!

Deke! Deke!

They found an address on Shakka.

Where the hell is he?

I don't know. Come on.

Don't stop. Keep moving.

I don't care what you think.

He might still have keys to the apartment.

Anybody comes or goes,

you check it out.

We haven't found a body,

but we got everything covered.

Well, keep looking.

He probably left something behind.

- What is it?

- Wait a minute.

Christ!

Evening, ma'am. Chilly, isn't it?

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