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(ominous music)

(ominous tempo music)

(eerie music)

(ominous tempo music)

(boat horn blowing)

(distant bell ringing)

- Who the hell could that be?

(engine rumbling)

(faint radio music)

What's your business?

- Well, I bring cabbages.

- Cabbages?
- Cabbages.

- Sign here.

(distant boat horn blowing)

(eerie music)

(explosions booming)

(people shouting)

(siren alarming)

(fire whooshing)

(engines rumbling)
(police sirens alarming)

(man whistling tune)
(ominous music)

- [Man] What the
fuck's going on?

- [Radio Man] We're
under attack.

- [Man] Jesus Christ,

it sounds like the whole
fucking base is on fire!

- [Radio Man] Keep very
alert for bogies!

- Yes, sir, we'll keep
our eyes open.

- Got a match?

(gunshot popping)
(soldier groaning)

(gunshots popping)

(solder gagging)

(gunshots popping)

Guess not.

(alarm buzzing)

(ominous music)

Let's go.

(foreboding music)

(chains clanking)

(gate cranking)

All right, we're in.

(metal creaking)

(eerie music)

(alarm buzzing)

(engine revving)

- Hold it, hold it, stop!

Hold it! Hold it!

(breaks creaking)

Jesus Christ, these
two are dead!

- They've broken in,
somebody's been here.

Come on, let's check it out.

(explosions rumbling)

(people chattering)

- Mr. Anderson, how long do
you intend to stay in Israel?

- I don't know, about a week.

- Are you here for
business or pleasure?

- Business.

I'm covering the attack
on the U.S. Naval Base.

- Your first time in Israel?

- No.

- Enjoy your stay.

- Thanks.

(dramatic beat music)

(people chattering)

Can you tell me where
the press conference is?

- [Man] Yes, sir,
upstairs and to the right.

Here's your pass.

- [Anderson] Thanks.

- [Man] You better hurry up,
sir,

they're already in session.

- We can report that a total
of eight Marines were killed

and six wounded in last
night's raid.

An extremist religious group
operating out of Baghdad,

which calls itself
Black October,

has claimed responsibility.

Due to the alert
reactions of our Marines

guarding the main gate,

the attack vehicle was
stopped at that point

and no further damage
is reported.

- Ladies and gentlemen, you
may pick up mimeograph lists

of the American personnel

who were killed and
wounded in the raid.

The next of kin have
already been notified.

(camera clicking)

Are there any questions?

(reporters shouting)

- Yes, Ted.

- Ted Fence at the Writers.

Can you now actually
confirm that Black October

was responsible for this raid?

- [Woman] Confirmation at
this time is based solely

on contact made with
our embassy by a group

claiming to be Black October.

- [Woman Reporter]
Miss Clifford?

- Yes?

- Catherine Elders, the
Associated Press.

What did they say their motive
was for attacking the base?

- I am not going to comment
on the internal affairs

of a foreign government.

You'll have to ask...

(reporters shouting)

- Michael Anderson, Los
Angeles Post!

Were all the casualties
a result of the bombing

or was their and
exchange of gunfire?

- No.

(reporters shouting)
- Can you confirm the report?

- Excuse me, ladies
and gentlemen,

that'll be all for right now.

We will have a complete update
for you at 3 P.M. today.

Thank you very much.

(reporters groaning)
I have lists.

(reporters chattering)

(ominous music)

- Hey.

Hey, Coop.

- What the hell are you
doing in Tel Aviv, Mike?

- Just got in, I'm covering
for Bob Misiorowski.

Fucking guy broke his leg

on some goddamn
celebrity ski thing.

- Sounds like Misiorowski.

You don't look so great
yourself there, pal.

- What do you mean, I'm
wearing a tie.

(Cooper chuckling)

- I thought you were
working out of Los Angeles?

- I was in New York on my
way to Paris to push my book.

- Oh yeah, listen, I read it.

Congratulations, man,
did a great job.

- Thanks.
- I'm proud of you.

- Thanks.

Yeah, they got me up in
the middle of the night,

told me to get my but down here.

- Ugh.

- How's Susan doing?

- She's fine, you know.

It's pretty crazy
here right now.

Things are bad and looks
like they're getting worse

but we're all doing all right.

- She seem pissed off at me?

- Colonel?

Can I see you for a minute,
please?

- Yes, sir, just a moment.

Listen...
- Now, Colonel!

Bring me some copies of
the press brief.

- Yes, sir.

- Hey, Anderson.

How come I'm not in the book?

(boss chuckling)

- I gotta move out, bud.

- Hey, John, do you got
time for lunch?

- Yeah, we got a lot
of catch up to do, pal.

- Yeah, we do.

I'm at the King David.

Can you meet me at the
cafe at 13:00?

- You buying?

- Yeah.

- I'll be there.

- I'm going to see the old man.

So, tell me, what do you got,
quick.

- I have all available
personnel working on it.

The package won't
leave the country.

- Yeah, well if it does,
you're gonna be slinging hash

at some military
school somewhere.

I give you one thing
to do, just one thing.

To watch that package
for 12 hours.

12 hours!

Now six hours later, the
base is on fire,

there's a morgue full of Marines

and we can't find that
goddamn package anywhere.

(ominous music)

- Hey, pal,

at the Naval base, how
many Marines would guard

the gate over there?

(phone buzzing)

- Okay.

You may go in now, Mr. Anderson.

- Shit.

- Thanks always, Susan.

- [Susan] Sure.

- Oh.

Hey, I saw your book, Mike.

Good job.

You spelled all the words right.

- Hi, Susan.

You look great.

- Thanks.

- I'm doing the best I can, sir.

- You just find that
goddamn package.

ASAP.

(elevator bell ringing)

- Yes, sir.

- What's the real story here?

- Pick up the press
release, it's all there.

- Come on, it's never all there.

Are you tied up for tonight?

- Am I tied up for tonight?

You have some nerve, you know?

You broke the story on the
capture of the terrorists

that blew up the airport in Rome

and then you just disappeared,
vanished for a year.

- My paper called me home.
- Oh, come on!

That is the lamest goddamn
excuse I've ever heard.

Why couldn't you just tell
me it was over to my face?

- [Michael] Look, you
got it all wrong.

- And what about John?

That bomb killed
everyone he loved.

You should've been there
for him, where were you?

- Where was I?

- [Susan] Yeah.

- I called you from L.A.,
I called you from New York,

twice from El Salvador,
remember?

- Oh, so a phone call, huh?

That's how you say goodbye?

I thought I could trust you.

- Trust?

You wanna talk to me
about trust?

- Yeah, let's talk about it.

- Excuse me, Miss Clifford.

Mr. Jackson wants to see you.

- Tell him I said in a minute.

- [Man] He said right away.

(Susan sighing)

- Susan, wait.

Wait.

Come on, Susan.

Can we get into this
somewhere else?

How about dinner?

Call you at five?

- I'll be here.

(ominous beat music)

(camera snapping)

(metal creaking)

(seagulls squawking)

- [Man] Now let me get this
straight from square one.

You had the package and
now it's gone?

- Yes, sir.

- [Man] You were holding
it at the Naval base.

Why didn't you just
ship the damn thing out?

- It was being sent to the
headquarters at Langley.

They decided it would be safer

to ship it by sea than by air.

- Langley?
- Mm-hmm.

- [Man] Why wasn't I
told about it?

- Well, they determined that

it'd be better to secure
the package first.

- Just who determined that?

The NSC or the President?

- The headquarters at Langley.

See, technically, sir, neither
the NSC nor the President

knows about this.

- Jackson, I cannot
allow the shifting

of the responsibility for
this to my jurisdiction.

And if you think

that I'm gonna stand...
- Sir, sir.

Look.

We are facing a potentially
dangerous situation here

with thousands of lives
being threatened.

I've got to inform you not
to mention this

to any of your personnel.

I will get to the bottom
of this with my people.

- Am I to understand
that technically speaking

I haven't been informed
of this matter either?

- Any way you wanna put it, sir.

(blues music)

- Well, I guess a week from now,

I won't be seeing this
table no more.

- What're you gonna do
about Ellana?

- [Pool Player] I already
told her I'm going home.

The three of us.

- [Buddy] She'll get over it.

- [Pool Player] Yeah, but
I'm gonna miss her, you know?

- Hey.

A lot of my buddies, you
know, when their tour was up,

they went back and hooked up
with their girlfriends again.

No big deal.

- That'll be 20 bucks, guy.

- Yeah.

You know, damn, I just
can't seem to get warmed up.

You guys want another game?

- This guy doesn't know
when he's beaten.

- Yeah, sure, you're on.

- That looks pretty nasty.

What happened?

- Main gate.

Got in the middle of that shit.

Two and a half hours to
put out that fire.

Burned half of my fucking arm.

- [Mike] Well, at
least it was only

the main gate that got hit.

- Main gate, my ass.

Tell that to Kyle and Miller.

- Kyle and Miller, what,
got killed in the fire?

- No.

They were killed in the armory.

- The armory?

- Hey, Rizzo, at ease.

Come on, let's go.

- Nice meeting you.

You should practice some more.

- Yeah, I guess so.

Goodnight, guys.

(blues music)

Look, I gotta tell you,

whatever happened at the
base is not in this report.

- What do you think happened,
Mike?

- Coop, I went there.

- So what do you want from me?

- Very simple, the truth.

(John chuckling)

- The truth is that
Black October

tried to blow up a US
military base.

- That's bullshit, Coop.

Come on, this isn't Lebanon.

Not even close.

Nobody heard any gunshots.

Nobody heard any
squealing tires.

That truck was completely
stopped at the guard house.

- Mike, Mike, get with
the program, will you?

I've been up all night on this.

Jackson is busting my ass.

Give me a break, will you?

- Coop, what happened
at the armory?

- Let me think about it.

- Right, think about it.

Listen,

Susan really laid into me
about what happened in Rome.

You know, if I could've
stayed, I would have.

I loved Ellen and the kids.

- Hey, you did what
you had to do.

Rome.

Christ.

That was a mess.

I'm just glad Susan was there.

- Listen, can you get me
off the hook with her?

(Mike chuckling)

- Well, I guess now is as good
a time as any to tell you.

Susan and I are gonna be
married, Mike.

(somber music)

(faint foreign
language pop music)

(people chattering)

(distant police sirens alarming)

(motor puttering)

(keys clanking)

(door creaking)

(distant dog barking)

(whistling tune)

(gas hissing)

(electronic beeping)

- What the fuck is that?

(gas hissing)

(balloon popping)

- What the?

(men gagging)

(ominous music)

(men gurgling)

(gunshots popping)

(mask breathing)

(phone ringing)

(glass clinking)

(Mike groaning)

- Yeah?

- I taught you were gonna
call me at five.

- Oh yeah, Susan, hi.

Yeah, sure, I'm
buying you dinner.

- No, I think we're talking
about breakfast now.

- What?

Oh, shit.

I slept straight through.

I'll be over in half an hour.

(Mike groaning)

- Okay.

I'll be right up.

(water trickling)

How about over there?

Thanks.

(nozzle creaking)

- Susan?

- Is this what you ordered, sir?

- I don't know.

- Banana pancakes.

I remember they're your
favorite, right?

- Yeah, that's right.

Oh.

Let me put some clothes on.

(Susan chuckling)

If I understand,
congratulations are in order.

- Yeah, thanks.

- Listen,

yesterday, I really,

it was really dumb of me to

barge in on you like that.

I really should've called first.

- Spoke with John a
little bit last night

about what happened in
Rome and I understand more.

You know, it's okay.

(dramatic music)

- So, I guess I blew it, huh?

- Pancakes are getting cold.

- Oh yeah.

- They didn't have
any maple syrup

so I got you honey instead.

- [Mike] Oh, thanks a lot.

- Sure.

So, those as good as mine?

(phone ringing)

- Yeah?

- [John] Mike, it's John.

- It's Coop.

Hey, wanna come up?

Susan's here.

- [John] No, it's time
we talk about your room.

Meet me at the Maccabi

basketball stadium in 10
minutes.

It's important.

- I know where it is.

I'll be right over.

Bye.

(somber music)

Did you think about it?

- [John] I don't know what was
taken from the armory, Mike.

Jackson's stonewalling
the whole story.

Some sort of coverup.

Two days ago he told me he
had a package going out.

Transoceanic delivery.

He didn't say it was
anything special

but he was real hush,
hush about it.

Now, whatever the
package was is gone

and he's trying to
hang it on me.

- [Mike] You sure you're
not being a little paranoid?

- Paranoid?

Mike, I read his report.

He's looking for a scapegoat
and I'm his first choice.

He's naming names and
it's all fiction.

If he had just told me
what's in the package,

I coulda handled it personally.

Listen, I'm going out on
a limb on this

but I gotta take a chance.

I think I'm being watched.

I left a file for you in
Susan's office.

It just came in from Washington.

It's everything we know
on Black October.

From Langley to Barzel.

- Say, Coop, you know I
really appreciate

you leveling with me
on this one.

- Hey, pal, no problem.

You're one of the few people I
think I can still trust, huh?

Talk to you soon, we'll have
a couple of beers, all right?

- Yeah.

- Oh, Mike.

Jesus, I almost forgot.

Susan wants you to come
over for dinner tonight.

Just like we did in
the old days.

About eight o'clock or so?

Meatloaf.

- [Mike] Sounds great,
I'll be there.

- All right, buddy.
- Sure.

(foreboding music)

- Where to, boss?

- Take me back to the King...

(explosion rumbling)

(dramatic music)

- All right, one more
time from the top.

(Mike sighing)

- I ran into John at
the embassy.

We had lunch, we talked
about old times.

We had some things to clear up.

Personal.

- Personal, my ass!

The military attaché for
the United States Embassy

in Tel Aviv was just
blown to smithereens

and you were the last one
to speak to him.

Now I wanna know what the
fuck you were talking about.

Huh?

- You finished?

- Let's see.

Political Science major.

Yale.

United States Marine.

You wrote a column for
the Marine Corp Gazette?

(Jackson laughing)

Honorable discharge,

Associated Press and now
Los Angeles Post.

Two books out, last one
a best seller.

After you led us to
those terrorists,

we even tried to recruit
you ourselves.

- Yeah, by shipping me
out of Italy.

- Goddamn, man,

we saved your life by
shipping you out of there.

Those terrorists knew who
tipped us off.

You and this lady, here.

Both would've been killed.

Look.

Anderson,

why don't you just save both
of us a whole lot of trouble

and tell me what you
and Cooper had going on?

- Can I go now?

- Sure.

(engine puttering)

(melancholy music)

(Susan crying)

(Mike knocking)

(Susan crying)

- It's not fair, Mike, you know?

I finally convinced him to
take time off for the wedding.

We were gonna go home so
he can meet my parents.

(Susan crying)

He's been strained.

He and Jackson have been going
at each other for months now.

(Susan sobbing)

Oh, Mike.

(dramatic music)

(eerie music)

- You all right?

- Yeah.

- Did you read this?

- No.

- Seems like Black October

is the biggest terrorist
group we've ever seen.

It's based in Iraq, it has
links to the Shiite Muslims.

Muslim Jihad.

PLO.

Funded by Libya, Iran

as well as Syria.

Susan, do you know
where Barzel is?

- No, why?

- Coop said everything
was in this file

from Langley to Barzel.

Well, there's no
mention of it here.

I don't know what the
hell it could be.

- I'm not sure but I can
check on it if you want me to.

- Did you see this?

- What is it?

- [Mike] Two more
marines killed.

- [Susan] Yeah, I read
the release on that.

- A lot of marines dying
around here lately.

(ominous music)

- [Susan] Thanks for being here.

- See you.

(foreboding beat music)

(faint foreign
language pop music)

I'm working for an
American newspaper.

Is there anyway I can see

where those marines were
killed yesterday?

Look, I knew one of the guys.

(faint women laughing)

Come on, buddy, don't be
such an asshole.

Won't you just make it
easier for the both of us

and just tell me what you want?

- I'll take that.

This way.

- What the hell's
wrong with him?

- He died 20 minutes ago.

We are waiting for the ambulance
to come and pick him up.

You don't look like a reporter.

- [Mike] You don't look
like room service.

- It depends on your
point of view.

(faint women laughing)

(faint sexual moaning)

(distant car horn honking)

(ominous music)

I guess these two
really got fucked.

(eerie music)

(engine revving)

(door thudding)

(foreboding music)

(keys clinking)

- Miss Clifford.

I'm sorry about John.

He's a good man.

I think he was killed by
Black October.

And I also think that
Anderson knows something.

Susan, I need for you
to do something for me.

- What do you want me to do?

- I need for you to open
up Mike Anderson.

(eerie music)

(ominous beat music)

- 201, please.

Thanks.

(keys clinking)

(computer beeping)

(foreboding music)

(phone ringing)

(eerie music)

(phone ringing)

(computer beeping)

(foreboding music)

- [Man] Miss Clifford's office.

- [Mike] This is Mike Anderson.

Could you put her on now,
please?

- [Susan] Mike?

- Yeah, hi, listen, I
gotta see you right now.

- [Susan] Don't come here.

Go to my apartment.

(suspenseful music)

- Taxi!

(horn honking)

(engine rumbling)

(ominous music)

(door thudding)

- What's going on?
(Mike shushing)

- Quiet.

Come on.

Somebody tried to run
me over today.

My room's been searched,
my phone's tapped.

I think yours is too.

See that car down there?

- [Susan] Yeah.

- I think they're CIA.

- Well, I just ran into
Jackson at the Embassy

and he asked me to watch you.

- What'd you tell him?

- I told him that I would.

- Good.

(ominous music)

(crickets chirping)

- [Radio Man] Unit 10, report.

(radio buzzing)

- No calls yet.

(foreboding music)

- Let's see here.

(Mike mumbling)

(crickets chirping)

(eerie music)

(suspenseful music)

Son of a bitch.

Jenny, it's Mike.

- [Jenny] Where the
hell are you?

- [Mike] Nevermind, just
take this down.

- [Jenny] Okay, go.

- [Mike] Tel Aviv,
Wednesday the 28th.

The chain of events which
began with the bombing

of the US Naval Base has taken
a grim turn for the worse

with the death of
Colonel John Cooper.

(birds chirping)

(man speaking foreign language)

(foreboding music)

(gunshots booming)

- Son of a bitch!

(gunshot booming)

(engine revving)

Let's go, let's go!

(suspenseful music)

(tires screeching)

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(gunshots popping)

Shit!

(gunshots popping)

(tires screeching)

(gunshots popping)

(engine revving)

Jesus!

(car thudding)

(man screaming)

(metal crunching)

(ominous music)

(explosion rumbling)

(suspenseful music)

(tires squealing)

(police siren alarming)

(crash booming)

(faint police radio chattering)

(ominous music)

- I shouldn't be long.

(foreboding music)

(factory whistle blowing)

- Finally.

We have a file on Black October.

- I know, I just read it.

Do you realize the mess
we've gotten ourselves into?

These maniacs can kill
tens of thousands of people

if they choose to.

- Look, I've got all my
men working on it.

We just have to take
it one step at a time.

- Well I insist we tell
the Israelis.

- Oh, no, no.

We've gotta give that
another day.

- [Man] Well what
about Anderson?

- I've got him
completely covered.

Besides,

Susan Clifford is with him.
(ominous music)

- Jackson?

Do you think we're doing
the right thing here?

- Look, Ambassador,

Warren,

we just have to relax.

(machinery clanking)

(eerie music)

(siren alarming)

(ominous music)

(chopper buzzing)

(foreboding music)

(steam hissing)

(electrical fizzling)

You don't know when to
let things alone, do you?

Huh?

- What the fuck are
you hiding here?

What's going on here, Jackson?
- Look, I am asking

the questions around here and
tomorrow you're out of here,

first plane smoking.

- No way, man, you're not
pulling me out of here

like you did in Rome...
- Hey, I can do

any goddamn thing I want to.

- I saw that fucking
truck up front.

That's a chemical
decontamination vehicle.

- Ah, bullshit, bullshit!

- Whatever's going on
here, I'm gonna find it

and I don't care what you do.

You love this shit, don't you,
Jackson?

Sneaking around, putting
bugs up my ass.

- Wait.

- Trying to run me over
in the street.

Taking shots at me.

- Hold it.

- Want a shot?
- Holt it, sit down.

Hey, sit down!

- Huh, come on!
- Sit the fuck down!

- Get your fucking hands off me!

- Now look,

nobody here is trying
to take a shot at you.

We've got wires on you,
we've got tails on you

but nobody here is
trying to kill you.

- Then who the hell's
shooting at me?

- Your guess is as good as mine,
man.

Wish to hell I knew.

(ominous music)

- They killed my best friend.

I wanna know what's going on.

- All right.

Gentlemen, let us have
this room, please.

(eerie music)

(electrical fizzling)

Now, Anderson,

I can bust you, I can throw
you out of the country,

I can make you just disappear.

But I'm not gonna do
any of that.

I'm gonna try and make
a deal with you

because I'm closing in
on Black October

and you got just enough

information to fuck everything
up.

So you gotta promise
me one thing.

You gotta hold off for 48 hours

before you break what
I'm about to tell you.

- You're on.

(Jackson sighing)

- Six months ago, for
chemists were working here

on a new formula for a
special fertilizer

to be used on high yield crops.

It cost them their lives.

- How?

- They stumbled on a
new compound.

- What do you mean, a
new compound?

- A nerve gas.

It's heavier than air,

odorless, tasteless.

It'll kill you in 30 seconds

and 60 seconds later, it's gone.

- Jesus Christ.

- Our government, of course,
has placed

a high priority status
on this compound

and I was directed to execute
a special operations transfer

of a sample to CIA
headquarters in Langley.

The package was kept
here at the base

when it was stolen by
Black October.

- How much did they
get away with?

- Enough to clear
approximately one square mile

of every living,
breathing organism.

About 50 thousands people.

Living.

(ominous music)

- Those marines at the hotel.

- What about them?

- The newspaper reported
they were killed

by automatic weapons fire.

I went there.

There's not a single bullet hole

in the wall or the furniture.

No stray shots.

They were dead before
they went down.

Shot on the floor to
cover it up.

Gas?

- If you break our little deal,

I won't be responsible
for what happens to you.

You got it?

- Got it.

(rain splattering)

(thunder rumbling)

I can't believe I'm here

cooperating with the goddamn
CIA.

I should just print this
fucking thing anyway.

- I know you're frustrated
but from what you've told me,

I think you should wait
a couple more days.

Let Jackson handle it.

(Mike sighing)

- Yeah.

Let Jackson handle it.

(rain splattering)

(engine rumbling)

(thunder rumbling)

201, please.

Thanks.

For you.

- Thanks.

Gotta call the Embassy.

- Use the phone in my room?

- Okay.

- I just gotta check
on something.

- Mr. Anderson,

there is someone who'd
like to speak with you.

- Oh yeah, says who?

- My grandmother.

- Mr. Anderson,

be so kind as to come with us,
please.

(rain splattering)

- Good evening, Mr. Anderson.

Sorry we had to bring
you this way.

It's a violent world we live in.

- Sure.

Adnon Zobedi.

You're not an easy man to reach.

- And that's the way I like it.

Unfortunately, many have
succeeded in reaching me lately.

Your CIA, for instance.

It's made my life, my
business, very difficult.

And arms dealing is a
difficult business

to begin with, Mr. Anderson.

- Is this part of the reason?

- So you saw the file?

- Yeah.

- [Adnon] Amazing what a
little airbrushing can do.

- I knew I recognized
that photo from somewhere.

- Backed pasta that night.

- Yeah, overcooked.

So the CIA's using a fake photo?

- No, fake file.

Mr. Anderson,

it could cost me a lot of
money and favors in Washington

to get me out of it.

Black October isn't real.

- It doesn't make sense.

Who the hell is behind
this whole thing?

- Maybe someone who want
the world to believe

there is a Black October.

Maybe someone very clever

who's trying to provoke
an international incident.

Maybe even a war.

Quite a story, wouldn't
you say, Mr. Anderson?

One might even call
it an exposé.

(Adnon snapping)

Mr. Anderson,

drive carefully.

(rain splattering)

(computer beeping)

(computer keys clicking)

- Hey, where have you been?

- What?

- What're you doing?

- I just got a big piece
of the puzzle.

- Yeah, what's that?

- There is no Black October.

- [Susan] What?

- It's a hoax.

Wait till you read this, okay?

It's all in here.

- I'm gonna take a shower.

- Right.

(ominous music)

(shower spraying)

- [Susan] Hey, do you
have any conditioner?

- What?

- [Susan] Do you have
any conditioner?

- Yeah, it's on the shelf
by the towels.

- [Susan] Will you
get it for me?

(sensual beat music)

(hissing)

(shower spraying)

(sensual beat music)

(sensual beat music)

(shower spraying)

(Mike moaning)

(mask breathing)

(ominous music)

(Susan and Mike
sexually moaning)

(thunder rumbling)

(thunder rumbling)

- Good morning.

- I can't believe you're
eating that now.

- Come here.

I can't believe how
much I missed you.

- Yeah, me too.

- I've been on the
phone all day to LA

trying to get the story out

but they won't take it
without verification.

You know what, there's just
something else missing there.

- So what're you gonna do?

- I don't know.

Maybe we should just get
the hell out of here.

Rome, Paris.

What do you think?

Start again?

(somber music)

- I have to go to work now,
okay?

- All right.

- [TV Announcer] The
crowds are enormous here

for this event
unfolding before us

all over this ancient city.

There are probably 50
or 60 thousand people

already assembled here

and by the day's end,
that number will triple.

(elevator bell ringing)

(cart rattling)

In spite of the increased
tension throughout the region,

and indeed, throughout Israel,

the spirits of the pilgrims
have not been dampened.

They wait anxiously
(door knocking)

for the start of the march

to retrace the lost steps
of Jesus Christ.

Most of these holy week pilgrims

care little about
recent history.

Their attention firmly riveted,

their souls infused...

- Your breakfast, sir.

- [TV Announcer] A
sense of the past

that Jerusalem conjures
up without even trying.

That's the magic of this town.

- I don't have time
for breakfast.

- [TV Announcer] And
non-believer alike.

The peace procession now
waiting at the first station.

It was here
(ominous music)

where Jesus was publicly charged

and condemned to death by
Pontius Pilate.

(Mike gagging)

(phone beeping)

(Mike groaning)

(glass shattering)

(punches thudding)

(Mike groaning)

(man grunting)

(ominous music)

(glass shattering)

(Mike gagging)

(thudding)

(man groaning)

(men grunting)

(glass shattering)

(spray hissing)
(man yelling)

(punch thudding)

(glass shattering)

(ominous music)

(water bubbling)

(man gurgling)

(Mike huffing)

And the tradition and belief

that he committed to
suicide in the end

may well be correct.

(ominous music)

- Jackson?

It's Anderson.

I gotta see you right away.

- What is it?

- Not on the phone.

- Then get over here.

24 Jerusalem Road.

(ominous music)

(bell ringing)

(engine puttering)

(metal gate creaking)

(flies buzzing)

(foreboding music)

(foreboding music)

- What the fuck is
going on here?

(gun cranking)

(ominous music)

Cooper.

- Hello, Mike.

(gunshot booming)
(glass shattering)

Gotcha.

Put these on.

Behind your back, do it!

(cuffs cranking)

Sit down.

Barzel.

I slipped up.

- Yeah.

And you slipped me that
phony Black October file.

- That's part of it.

Mike, here, loves a good story,
Lou.

Why don't you fill him in
on what's been going on?

Go on, take a shot.

- Military attaché pays
off two of his own men

to steal the Barzel compound

and then he kills them with it.

They probably didn't even
know what they stole.

- That's very good, Lou.

Close, as usual, but no cigar.

The two were a special
operations unit,

expendable in the big picture,
and this is big, Mike.

Bigger than even you
can imagine.

- You just had to test it,
didn't you?

You little shit.

(punch thudding)

- Hey, stop it!

What the hell are you doing?

What, am I next?

- No.

Not yet.

(ominous music)

After the show.

I have a Good Friday special

I would like you to watch
with me first.

- Cooper,

what're you gonna do
with the gas?

- Gentlemen, it's showtime.

- [TV Announcer] The events
of almost 2000 years ago

are suddenly as real
as yesterday.

And for many here, the
sorrowful procession...

remains a draining,
emotional experience,

an experience of a lifetime.

- All those pilgrims.

Three o'clock.

The bells in the Church
of the Holy Sepulchre.

Black October will release
the infamous Barzel compound.

Quite a bit more than this,
of course.

This is just a small sample.

For Lou.

I think we're looking
at a body count of 50

to a hundred thousand people.

And here's a key part.

At least half of those people
have got to be Americans.

Now, to me they'll be
American heroes.

But it's not gonna play
that way in Peoria.

- You son of a bitch!

(punches thudding)

(Lou groaning)

What about their families?

- You got something you
wanna say, Lou?

- Do you seriously plan to kill

thousands of innocent people?

- Plus two.

We blame it on Iraq and
the rest of the Arabs

and wait for Uncle Sam
to send in the Marines.

Gentlemen, we are going
to start a fucking war.

(foreboding music)

(electronic beeping)

- There's only one problem,
John.

I already filed the story.

It's going to press as we speak.

No one's gonna blame it
on Black October

because they'll know
there is no Black October.

- You lying snake.

(computer beeping)

Mike,

my family died a terrible
death in Rome.

And what did my
country do about it?

Nothing.

That's just not right.

- Now listen to me, Colonel.

- Shut up.

- No, listen to me.

- Shut up!
- Colonel!

You made a pledge to
defend this country,

not to start your own little
revolutions when you see fit!

- Sit down.

(gun cranking)

- You didn't mourn Ellen and
the kids very long, did you?

Before you jumped on Susan.

You fucking piece of shit!

- [John] You bastard!

(kicks thudding)

(John groaning)

(computer beeping)

(Lou groaning)

(John yelling)

(metal clanking)

(Mike groaning)

(punches thudding)

(Mike whimpering)

(John screaming)

(John groaning)

- Coop, where's the gas?

(John laughing)

Coop, where's the gas?

(John laughing)

- Ding-dong.

Ding...

Dong.

(gas hissing)
(ominous music)

- Mike!

On the double!

(gas hissing)

Mike, it's too late!

Forget the key, get out of here!

(gas hissing)

(foreboding music)

(Lou groaning)

(computer beeping)

- Sit down, sit down.

(balloon popping)

(eerie music)

- Don't worry about me.

Go for it!

Go!

Quick!

(woman singing in
foreign language)

- [TV Announcer] The peace
procession is now leaving

the ninth station of the cross.

A Roman column blocks the
ninth station.

A reminder that Jesus
collapsed within sight

of the place of his crucifixion.

To commemorate that
fateful event,

at three o'clock the
entire procession

will pause at the 11th station,

the sight where Christ
was nailed to the cross.

The word crucifixion describes
a terrible act of torture.

Stretched upon his bed of death,

Jesus was fastened to
the cross with nails,

which pierced his
hands and feet,

causing gaping wounds from
which his blood flowed freely.

The base of the cross was
firmly fixed in the rock

and to prevent the body from
tearing under its own weight,

it was propped up between
the legs and under the feet.

(ominous music)
(Mike huffing)

(people chattering)

- Where's the Church
of the Holy Sepulchre?

- The 11th station.

(eerie music)

(people chattering)

(Mike huffing)

(crowd chattering)

(ominous music)

(children shouting)

(eerie music)

(Mike huffing)

(water sloshing)

(foreboding music)

(suspenseful music)

- What station is this?

What station?

What station is this?

- [Man] What is it, my son?

- What station?

- [Man] This is the
11th station.

(clock ticking)

(Mike huffing)

(suspenseful music)

(crowd singing in
foreign language)

(Mike groaning)

(Mike huffing)

(eerie music)

(crowd chattering)

(Mike gagging)

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

(Mike huffing)

(clock clanking)

(eerie music)

(Mike groaning)

(bird wings flapping)

(gun clicking)

(eerie music)

(suspenseful music)

(clock ticking)

- Are you gonna
sacrifice me too?

(gunshot booming)

(Mike groaning)

(punch thudding)

(Mike gasping)

(clock ticking)

- No!

(Mike groaning)

(Mike screaming)

(glass shattering)

(Susan screaming)

(crowd gasping)

(crowd chattering)

(ominous music)

(cathedral bell ringing)

(Mike groaning)

(dramatic music)

(cathedral bell ringing)

(dramatic beat music)

(dramatic beat music)

(dramatic beat music)