The Package Page #6

- No problem.

You see, what this

is gonna look like, Sarge...

is that you were one of

the so-called conspirators.

And in trying to destroy evidence,

you messed up.

Blew yourself up with it.

Enjoy your milk and cookies?

Personally...

I think I should blow your f***in'

brains out the back of your head.

What do you think?

Sh*t.

Hope you guys like your eggs scrambled.

That's all I know how to do.

- I'm not even hungry.

- Mom said you loved 'em.

I do the best I can.

I know I can't cook like her.

It's Johnny. You're in danger.

Get out of the house.

Where are you?

You get to Milan.

I'm going to the travel agency.

Come on, guys.

Get your coats on. Hurry up.

I'm taking you

over to the neighbors'.

- I feel fine. Thank you.

- You're in no condition to leave.

Steve, you got my stuff?

I want you to take Scotty to my

next-door neighbor and stay with him.

- His mother will meet him there.

- What's going on?

Give me the car keys. I want you

to listen to what I'm saying.

Don't go into the house.

I'll meet you there later.

Come on. Let's go.

Thanks. What's this?

Open it.

Well, it's not my birthday.

What did you do,

get me a Christmas present?

Oh, my.

This is Austrian, right?

What's this...

- Who are you?

- I'm Walter Henke.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the President of the United States...

and the General Secretary

of the Soviet Union.

Today we stand on the verge of history.

Our bleak and desperate past

is behind us.

What greater gift can we give

to the children of the world?

They will no longer have to live

with the terrors of nuclear holocaust.

They got a sniper up there

trying to get the president.

Get to the hotel. Get the Secret

Service. Stop the president.

What the hell are you doing?

Stay out of this!

Wait till I drop

before you send me flowers, okay?

So we'll have a great time

in the Big Apple.

This is a setup.

They never intended

to shoot the president from here.

So who's he?

That's the real Walter Henke.

He's the patsy.

It's supposed to look like

he got shot afterwards.

There's gotta be somebody else here.

Boyette's on the "L" platform.

We have a photo opportunity

outside the hotel.

Russian-Americans.

Mothers, babies.

The television networks love the idea.

We can use it worldwide.

- Delich.

- What are you doin' here?

- How do you feel? I heard about...

- I asked you, what are you doing here?

They got me assigned

for that president thing.

Hold it. Stop.

Freeze, a**hole!

What's the matter with you?

Ladies, please, step back.

Watch it! Get out of the way!

I'm sorry!

Get some more men down here!

Surround the car!

He's dead.

He one of your shadow warriors?

- Get your goddamn hands off me.

- I ought to take your f***in' head off!

This was your operation

from the beginning.

You killed General Carlson,

the whole thing.

What operation, Sergeant?

I don't see that

anything's happened here.

- There's a body in there.

- Yeah.

The body of a man you smuggled into

the country. If I were you, I'd run.

Who are you working for, the Russians?

They hire you to kill one of their own?

Or do you miss war so much

you're trying to start one by yourself?

Hasn't been a world war in 50 years.

You ever wonder why?

It's nuclear weapons.

We want 'em, the Soviets want 'em.

We? Who's we? A bunch of nutcases?

If it wasn't for nuclear weapons...

you'd be fighting Russians

in the streets of Washington.

- I'll take my chances.

- You're a fool!

We're in separate armies.

You know that, pal?

But you're out in the light now, and

you're gonna be scurrying for the dark.

And I'm gonna see

you get stepped on!

You're a dead man, Sergeant.

Worldwide joy surrounding the

Soviet-American Disarmament Treaty...

continued today, but on Capitol Hill

a more somber mood...

as Army Sergeant John Gallagher

went before a closed-door session...

of the House Intelligence Committee...

to tell what he knows

about the bizarre plot...

to assassinate

the Soviet general secretary...

and prevent the signing of the pact.

- It's over.

- Evidence to the plot...

hatched by renegade Soviet

and American military leaders...

surfaced only hours after

the treaty was finalized.

Gallagher's information has already led

to the discovery of the bodies...

of one and possibly two

of the would-be assassins.

Sergeant Gallagher has also identified

still-missing Colonel Glen Whitacre...

as one of the leaders

of the conspiracy.

Intelligence officials vowed to pursue

all possible angles in the case...

no matter where they may lead.

What now?

Why are we stopping, Sergeant?

Sorry, sir.

Just checking the map.

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