Sudden Death Page #4

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Oh, by the way, don't make any transfers

to the Bently-owned banks.

As shocking as it may be,

they're CIA fronts.

You were with one of our agencies.

You're wasting some of that

unrealistic timetable.

Did he sound like he'd do it?

Kill the Vice President and everybody?

It sounds like he knows way too much.

Chelios, right side,

wide open to the net.

Tolliver! A great save there from

right in front on Dubinsky.

And back come the Pittsburgh Penguins.

Hawgood's got a man, Robitaille,

but he can't connect on the pass.

Hawgood's got a man, Robitaille,

but he can't connect on the pass.

So, where's this seven-foot penguin?

She was there.

I wanna go up to the owner's box.

There's a VIP in the box,

and you don't have clearance.

- Neither does my daughter.

- Who knows where she is?

Let's page her over the public address.

Maybe she's just lost.

Oh, I made this up?

The penguin had a gun.

We'll page it too.

You said her name

was Carla, didn't you?

I always do things like that.

- You didn't say the name, did you?

- No.

Aah!

- What the f*** is going on?

- F*** you. And f*** your kid.

- Where is she?

- I-I don't know.

- Is she in the owner's box?

- Maybe. Maybe she went out to dinner.

In a minute, that ear will come off.

All right! All right!

All right! We took the box.

We got people everywhere.

The whole joint's rigged with bombs.

We could bring the whole building down.

What are you, terrorists?

I'm no f***ing terrorist.

I'm a professional!

- How do I get in the box?

- Oh, you don't.

Not if you want to see that kid alive.

Aah!

Game's tied at one. Chicago

puts the pressure on the Penguins.

Here's Shantz around the net.

He knocks it right in.

Chicago has taken the lead

against the Penguins.

- Jeff Shantz, the goal scorer.

- This crowd is unhappy,

but give the Hawks credit.

Joe Murphy helping the play,

the Chicago center ice man.

Joan.

Murphy backhanded it off the right wing

boards, and ahead it goes...

into Chicago ice.

Cam Russell wearing number eight

in a bright red Chicago uniform.

For Chicago, every step,

every rush is so important.

911, emergency services.

- Officer Lyons speaking.

- My name is Darren McCord.

I'm calling you

from the Civic Arena. 555-1923.

This is not a crank call.

The Vice President is being held hostage

in the owner's box.

- They've got my daughter too.

- This is Sergeant Kurtz.

- Where are you calling from?

- The executive offices.

Stay there for 90 seconds

and keep the line clear.

The Hawks got a man wide open.

He's a step behind the defense.

Here he comes. His shot.

Diving to make the save.

Yeah?

McCord? Hallmark, Secret Service.

What's your situation?

- Lousy. How long have you

known what's going on here?

- Assume we don't.

Someone is holding the owner's box

and everybody in it, including my kid.

- What else?

- Did you have agents posted

at a private elevator?

- Two.

- Notify their families.

- Had any contact with the aggressors?

- I killed two. Is that contact?

Look, one of them told me they're going

to bring this whole building down.

- What are you gonna do?

- We're evaluating the situation.

There's no situation! They want money,

a lot of it. Give it to them.

If you f*** around

and something happens to my kid...

We're considering

every possible response.

If you're not gonna pay,

I'll get my daughter.

Do not try any kind of rescue.

Do you understand me?

You will jeopardize the Vice President

and everyone else in the arena.

Believe me, we know

what the hell we're doing.

Our agents are entering the arena.

You stay where you are.

We're gonna do this by the numbers.

- What number was that, three?

- What I said goes. Don't do anything.

They've turned this whole place

into one big bomb. Do you understand?

- We have bomb squads.

- They don't do us any good out there.

- I'll find the bombs myself.

- You can't do anything alone!

I'm not alone.

Watching them operate

doesn't give one much hope, does it?

I'm comfortable with whatever strategy

they deem appropriate.

Strategy? Sh*t.

They f***ed up!

Two men should have been

stationed in that kitchen,

one with a clean geometrical line of

fire to every square inch of the room.

Every body and every thing going into

that elevator should have been searched.

And no covered tray should have been

allowed up here without inspection.

How long were you in the service?

I still am.

- This is my vacation.

- Counterfeit section.

Money's good.

You just can't spend it.

Money's good.

You just can't spend it.

We have confirmation.

One thousand meters.

One thousand meters, roger.

Five hundred meters and closing.

Tango Alpha,

going to start deployment.

Sierra Poppa, deploying one.

Deploying two.

Uh, what's your rate

of deployment there?

Roger.

Three hundred feet.

Three hundred feet.

Copy.

Two hundred feet.

Break off!

Break off!

Man down!

This is Hallmark.

I said no vehicles on the grounds,

no helicopters in the air...

and no agents

in the building.

What part of that

did you not understand?

Three cars are closing on the building

that missile came from.

Ground the other choppers.

I don't want to take this guy alive.

Penguins slip it back

behind the Chicago goal.

He shoots and scores!

Sandstrom and the Penguins

have tied it at two.

Oh, scratch my back

with a hacksaw!

Hey!

The Pittsburgh goal,

fourth of the play-offs...

scored by number 17,

Tomas Sandstrom!

The cavalry's coming.

Custer was in the cavalry.

Let 'em come.

- Command, access acquired.

- Roger, copy.

Second team going.

Now.

Motorola MX 360, encryption

and frequency-hopping capability.

Right out of the company store.

You talk, we listen.

Four at the

east side entrance.

We got a light blazer, maybe a tan

windbreaker with a black baseball cap.

A dark yet tasteful windbreaker...

and, uh, a Penguin jacket

and dark pants.

We pay these idiots to protect you,

and they're trying to get you killed.

As a taxpayer, I don't think

you're getting our money's worth.

If those guys want to see a hockey game

so much, we should put them on ice.

We're giving it five minutes.

If they don't report, we're moving in.

That's the President's choice,

but I think it's the wrong one.

- Unless I get a direct order,

I'm getting those guys out.

- Sir?

- What?

- I think you oughta see this.

Stay back!

- Jesus Christ.

- Get 'em out of here.

Penguins gun out of their

own end at the center ice.

They work it down the right.

Murphy has it and he gave it away.

Here's Mullen. It goes wide

off the glove of Eddie Belfour.

John Cullen going

behind the Chicago net.

This guy could prove

to be a pain in the ass.

He has heroic tendencies.

Don't get so worked up.

They'll win.

We've got four minutes left

in period number two.

Centered in the Chicago zone.

Mullen passes to Larry Murphy.

Murphy backhands it

off the right wing boards.

Belfour keeps the play alive.

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