Sudden Death Page #5

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No, don't!

Oh, don't do it!

This place is ready to explode.

The last seconds of play.

Don't!

- You just killed two

useful members of society.

- No! It's being done!

- The time ticking down here.

- Maybe you'll do better

in the third period.

- They're moving some.

- They're way behind.

I said one-third at the end

of the first period, one-third

at the end of the second period.

- Two seconds left.

- I don't see anything

even close to that.

No!

Second period shots on goal:

Chicago, seven; Pittsburgh...

The mayor has decided not

to run for reelection.

Now, for my

second selection,

I... think...

- Um.

- No, please!

They're moving more.

But it's not that much.

Listen to me, goddam it!

You're getting it!

Kids, don't try this at home.

- Yeah?

- I've got a message for the board.

Maybe you haven't heard.

A guy named Bell invented the telephone.

- Come on, it's been dead all day.

- Which one controls the billboard?

I can't let you do that.

I'm having a real bad day.

You're assuming his detonators

are radio-controlled.

We get someone inside with equipment

to jam all frequencies...

Damn.

- C-4. I hope he's wrong.

- Not likely.

Arson investigator,

lots of commendations.

- Problem is...

- Is what, sir?

He was taken off-line.

He's a head case.

Sh*t.

Here we go, final period

of the Stanley Cup finals!

The Chicago Blackhawks

control the opening face-off.

They'll work it to Pittsburgh territory,

putting pressure on the Penguins early.

Sir, I have strong reservations

about you going alone.

There's no way to deploy

any number of men and get close.

- Nobody else is coming out dead!

- How you gonna get there?

Walk. One solitary man

shouldn't trigger a deadly response.

If it does, tell my ex-wife

her gravy train went off the tracks.

This is the most powerful

plastic explosive in the world.

- Don't be too quick

to pull the trigger.

- Save it. I placed that stuff.

No detonator, no "ka-boom."

- Everybody's an expert.

- Bye-bye.

Aaah!

Bye-bye.

This is the most powerful

plastic explosive in the world.

- Do you believe me about the explosives?

- Afraid not.

You're McCord. I'm Hallmark.

Have any I.D?

I didn't kill you.

That's for doing your job half-assed...

and putting

my daughter's life in danger.

- And the Vice President's.

- How'd you happen to come down here?

I saw these two and followed them.

Part of my job is recognizing

who's out of place and who isn't.

They didn't seem

interested in hockey.

- How'd you kill that guy?

- Magic. I think there's more

setups like this.

- You know where they are?

- I made some educated guesses.

These are the points I'd pop

if I wanted to bring this place down.

- You marked 15 or 20.

- The places that would cause

the most structural damage.

Third period's started. We got less

than 20 minutes and we're guessing.

Let's hope I know what I'm doing.

Oh. Listen.

My son is here too.

If I can't get back to him,

he's sitting in D-10.

I'll be there.

- Thanks.

- Where are the rest of your men?

From the Chicago end,

McEachern centers.

Belfour made the stop.

Straka with a quick shot.

Just missed the far post.

- Now they're moving it.

- Yeah, but where? Check the codes.

Four hundred million to

Banco de Vizcaya, Madrid.

That's one of the counter banks.

And 300 million

to Banco Popular, Virgin Islands.

These transfers are being tracked;

you'll never get the money.

Not all of it. The money

will be transferred to 12 more banks.

I have arrangements with

the presidents of two.

Once it's transferred, it's transferred

again and again in a matter of minutes.

With each stop,

cash is siphoned and rerouted,

some converted to foreign currency,

some to negotiable instruments.

Thanks to the incredibly vast

and complicated world of banking...

that our CIA uses to such advantage,

about 500 million dollars will be lost,

absorbed by the system.

And the other billion,

200 million is just a diversion.

I only wanted enough to

pay off my American Express.

You wouldn't be so generous

with that information...

if you weren't planning

to kill everyone here.

Who gets the Cup if I blow up

the building before the game is over?

Yeah?

Not on the phone. You know

they've got the frequency by now.

Don't go away.

Taken away, and McEachern

hustling down the right side.

Coming into the Chicago end. Moves in to

the net. A backhand shot, off-target.

McCord's disarming your bombs.

- Is he guessing?

- He's a pretty good guesser.

- Is he alone?

- Yeah.

- Why didn't you kill him?

- Two of your goons started

firing at us. He ran off.

- It was all I could do to keep

from getting my own ass shot.

- I want him.

I would've had him if you had

more control over your men.

The only problem my men had is they

didn't hit what they were shooting at.

Look, I was there too.

Nice.

I got the next best thing

to the fireman.

He's got a little boy here in the arena.

I know where he's sitting.

Bring him to me.

I always wanted a son.

Greg Smyth against Robitaille,

and zoom!

Quick shot, save made! Hawgood trying

to tee it up. Stopped by Tolliver.

- Tyler?

- Yeah?

Pretty exciting game, huh?

- How come you know my name?

- Your dad and I are friends.

He asked me to come get you.

He and your sister got invited to sit

in the owner's box, way up there.

They got big soft chairs

and plenty to eat.

My dad told me to stay here,

even if the building fell down.

If it did come down,

up there is where you'd wanna be.

Come on.

I'm gonna stay here.

I'm gonna be embarrassed

going back without you.

- Do you know my mom?

- No, but your dad's invited me

over for dinner tomorrow.

My mom and dad don't live together.

He didn't mention that.

He just said bring you upstairs.

- Don't you think you should

do what you're told?

- I am.

I need you to come with me.

I'm with the Secret Service.

- Come with me now.

- Come on! Down in front!

- I'll scream.

- I said, I'm with the Secret Service.

- And I'm a little kid.

- Hey, fella, I didn't pay to watch you!

Down in front!

Steve Smith finds the lane.

He'll skate ahead.

Coming to the Penguin line.

How many'd you get?

Four, so far.

- Is that all?

- Christ, I'm just one guy.

- How many did you get?

- Just one.

You are all alone, aren't you?

- You must be real proud.

- I'm gonna be real rich.

Now, very slowly...

I mean very slowly...

pull your hands

out of your pockets.

- What are you gonna do, drown me?

- No.

Aaaah!

- Yeah?

- Hallmark's dead.

- Who's this?

- Tom Castillo, Secret Service.

Tom Castillo.

How you doin', Tom?

- I hope you were gentle with Hallmark.

- How many hostages,

besides the Vice President,

are still alive?

That's a personal question.

Ever been involved in an A.O.P., Tom?

I didn't call for conversation.

How many are still alive?

You'd probably think I was lying,

no matter what I told you,

so I'm gonna let you talk

to a little friend of mine.

Hello?

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