Sudden Death Page #3

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Then banks will be notified

and the money will begin to move.

Or it won't.

And if it doesn't,

when the game ends,

everyone in this box

and in this arena will die...

by explosion, fire and panic.

Enough bombs have been planted

in this building to stop all

the clocks in the hemisphere.

- You'll die with us.

- Could be.

I don't think anyone with manicured

fingernails and a $10,000 wristwatch...

- is planning on blowing himself up.

- $15,000 wristwatch.

I'm not sure if I like you.

When I make up my mind,

you'll be the first to know.

- You're out of your mind.

- Me? Ha!

I'm not the one paying some

Neanderthal 40 million dollars

to skate up and down the ice.

Call the White House.

You need the number?

Left wing pass

down to Steve Smith.

I've got every agent

converging on the arena,

and we'll all get the support

we need from local P.D.

The FBI won't be necessary.

He's our asset. We'll get him back.

Tell the President I'll keep him fully

informed until the Vice President's out.

There'll be a total

media blackout on this.

We'll inform all news outlets

of how serious this is.

Yes, sir. Absolutely. The place is

sealed off. No one can go in or out.

And...

We messed up a few times

since I've been an agent,

but how the f*** did we lose

the Vice President?

Right side, Weinrich fires.

Down the left side, Graham shoots!

Penguins trying to get it out.

The sound in this building

is absolutely deafening.

Shot picked up by Dubinsky.

Players are playing their guts out. It's

so loud, I can hardly hear myself think.

You don't have to think, Mike.

This is hockey.

The Hawks pressured now. Under 2 minutes

to go. Graham moves against Tolliver.

Fires and scores! The Chicago

Blackhawks have tied this game...

as Dirk Graham nailed it home,

his fourth of the play-offs.

And the Penguins and Hawks

are tied at one in game seven.

The Chicago goal,

his fourth of the play-offs...

They haven't moved a dime.

You know, I don't think

they believe you.

They're gonna sacrifice

a life to test my will.

I'm truly disappointed. Nobody does

anything these days because it's right.

They only do it if you make them.

Would you like to vote on who gets the

distinction of demonstrating my resolve?

You're not giving enough time. I told

you it couldn't be done that quickly.

Oh, you watch how much

they accomplish during the next period.

Now, would you all agree that

the mayor's wife's been most annoying?

Chicago again trying to make a move.

The Hawks attacking

the Penguin territory.

- An Orangeade.

- Coke or Sprite.

Sprite. No, Coke.

- Are you sure this time?

- One minute remaining

in the first period.

- "Sprite. No, Coke. No, Sprite."

- Shut up!

You're lucky Daddy's not here!

- Why, is there a light bulb

that needs changing?

- You take that back!

- Daddy's a fireman!

- He's too scared to be a fireman.

- He is not!

- Is too.

- I hate you.

Hey, Emily!

Dad said to stay here!

Hey, Emily!

Back in the right corner,

it'll be Steve Smith.

Smith out around center.

He lost the puck.

Robitaille back down

to Chicago territory.

Doesn't look too good.

Graham comes down the slot.

He's stopped by Tolliver.

Hey, Joan, going out

to entertain the Veep?

Mmm.

Are you okay?

He can't push it in.

He had a chance.

Ohh!

First period, shots on goal:

Chicago, 12;

Pittsburgh, 8.

Icey!

Say anything

and I'll kill your mother.

The official Stanley Cup album is

on sale at the Arena Concourse area.

Be sure to pick up your copy now.

- Where's Emily?

- She went to the bathroom.

I told you two not to move.

- What did you do?

- Nothing.

- She hit me and...

- You soaked her.

Don't move.

If the building is falling down

around you, you don't move!

Emily!

It's a young wine.

Frisky. Huh.

It's almost impetuous,

wouldn't you say?

I can't think of any

punishment as severe...

as the one you deserve.

They didn't listen to me

and someone died. Call the President.

Tell him how much fun we're having.

I'm sorry. You're not cleared.

The owner just called me.

I'm Icey, the team mascot.

We're here to see

the Vice President.

- Who's this?

- The owner's niece.

Randy, we got clearance

on a Mr. Icey?

Randy?

- Randy.

- Mr. Icey's a woman, jerk-off.

Emily!

F*** it.

You owe me a Mother's Day card.

- What is this, a day-care center?

- She saw me off a guy.

- Then you off her.

- I tried.

Touch her, you'll lose me as a hostage,

because you'll have to shoot me.

- Mr. Vice President.

- Aw, shut up. He's campaigning.

- Who are you here with?

- My daddy, and he's a boss.

And he's very brave

and he's not afraid.

And he's gonna come looking

for me, and you'll be sorry.

Oh, I'm already sorry.

What do you mean, he's a boss?

He's a head fireman

and he makes sure everybody's safe...

- and there's no fire.

- Who is this boss?

Uh, he must be a fire marshal.

When we have special events...

Yeah, yeah. Go and see if there's a

nervous father looking for his daughter.

- What is your name?

- Emily.

- Emily what?

- McCord.

- And your father's name?

- It's McCord too.

Would you like it if I filled

your little mouth with spiders?

- What's his whole name?

- Darren Francis Thomas McCord.

Thank you.

Let's find out who he is.

Thank you.

Let's find out who he is.

Ah!

Joan, I was trying

to catch up with you and Emily.

- She wasn't supposed to leave her seat.

- I'm Carla.

- Joan had to go home sick.

- But you were with...

my... my daughter Emily.

Yeah, she was lost.

So I took her up

to the owner's box.

Come on.

We'll go get her.

Ow!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Second period action about to begin.

The Penguins and Hawks tied at one.

Penguins have the face-off.

Francis deals it up to the Chicago end.

Jagr will chase it down.

He pops it up.

The pass is out to the Penguins.

You've got to get the cops.

My daughter's missing,

and someone just tried to kill me.

Show me where this happened.

May I help you?

This is Matthew Hallmark, Secret

Service. Put the Vice President on.

Hallmark?

Well, I see they care enough

to send their very best.

Gee, I never heard

that one before.

- Say hello.

- This is Vice President Bender. I...

- Now you talk to me.

- Who are you?

- Is that necessary?

- Yes.

I'm a disillusioned patriot with a yen

to fulfill my personal ambitions.

- All right. How many are dead?

- Counting Secret Service?

By the way, why do you tell everybody

you're Secret Service agents?

If it's supposed to be

a secret, don't tell anyone.

How many are dead?

One civilian, but the room

is full of candidates.

- Don't kill anyone else, you hear me?

- You were told the parameters.

Full transfer of funds

by the end of this game.

No attempt to storm this box;

no attempt to clear the arena.

No helicopters or police vehicles

encroach on the stadium grounds.

- Your demands are unrealistic.

- I'm a positive thinker, Matty.

We know you've already checked on these

accounts, so the wheels are turning.

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