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Good evening, New York Times.

This is Alpha.

I have no idea what he looks like. A bastard is killing people and laughing

them. Terror has come to America.

We've got to stick together.

And we've got to work together.

Globe up!

My daughter is in danger.

Go to the window!

Oh, my God!

O Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.

Where there's hatred, there is no love.

destroyed your Harlequin Club.

But that is just the beginning.

Before I leave your fair city, I shall do something so frightening that none of

you will ever forget it.

Terror has come to America.

I am the first, but there is a wave coming after me.

We have to bring you to your knees, I'm afraid.

Freedom!

suppression.

And a very good night.

New York Times.

Love you.

What do you think we celebrate today?

What time do you get home from work?

I'm done with the kids at about 2 .30.

What's the occasion?

We've been together for two months.

The job I'm going to get this afternoon.

All right.

Let's do it.

By the way, Jeff goes...

give violin lessons to their kids?

They said they'd let me know this afternoon.

Good.

Oh, Joan, I have to go to work.

Oh, listen, I almost forgot.

My mother, she's coming over this afternoon to pick up some things from

You'll be nice to her, okay?

I know it's hard.

What time is she coming?

Two.

You want to get that?

You saw the news this morning?

Yes. You think it was him?

Could be anyone else. Joseph, you don't have to go into Manhattan. I could call

the FBI.

Tell them you're not available. Oh, thank you, Father, but that's not the

answer. I want to do something.

Isn't there any way I can help?

Yes. Yes, there is.

Pray that when I find her, I have the courage to do what has to be done.

Goodbye, Father.

I suppose I should be used to all this by now.

A small precaution could save your life.

You up to speed on what's happening?

I've been reading the newspapers.

And you don't know everything.

He pulled a shotgun murder before the building blew up.

Who? The victim?

Raphael Fulte, 22 years old Italian citizen.

Fulte. His father's a journalist in Rome.

Strongly opposed to the brigades.

And Loeber, he promised to kill every male member of the family.

He's done it.

Father, uncle, two cousins. They were murdered a few months ago.

How can I help you, Frank?

I've got a car waiting downstairs.

Well, we've got to work differently on this one. It can't just be the one -on

-one like it was in the past.

We set up a joint task force, 50 -50, my FBI agent and the NYPD.

The thing is, Joseph, nobody knows anything about you, and I'm afraid

to change.

In other words, you throw me to the wolves.

That's right.

But we're going to do everything in our power to protect it. I appreciate that,

Frank, but protection is in God's hands.

Okay.

But if I win, I get to kill that Vendeeo drug hanging up there. You have a plan?

Amen.

You pull one out of your sleeve, I blow you away. George, now would I do that to

you? You're damn right.

I get to win this hand, and I get to kill that pig.

I'm afraid that this is all mine.

Sorry, gentlemen.

You're both wrong.

Don't even think about it.

My colleague is quite proficient with that weapon. Show them, colleague.

Who the hell are you?

Sit down.

So you've been playing poker for the right to kill this man, hmm?

Let me tell you something. I've been searching for this man for 16 years.

Anybody who's going to kill him...

as dead as he is. Now go!

a little, are we?

Those damn paint pellets hurt, you know.

Mickey, meet Rudy Bagler.

Agency reject, con artist, failed.

General nuisance, Mr. Bagler's great claim to fame is the fact that he never

could make up his mind which side he was ever on.

And he was also the best network man that the agency ever had, which is why

control wants him alive.

Apparently he has further use for your services.

Good for me, huh?

Elizabeth? Brad.

I didn't hear you come in.

I rang the bell.

Did you find what you were looking for in the basement?

I was looking for some tablecloths. They weren't there.

Perhaps you and I, we could look together.

No, that's all right.

Want some champagne?

No, I really have to go.

Tell Linda I'll call her later.

Mother, are you imagining things? I'm not. I can't have your voice down. I

what I saw.

That was a gun.

Brad would never have a gun in the house. He knows I can't stand them.

Linda, this man is a stranger. You only met him two months ago.

Already you hate him. Just like you hated every man that's ever meant

to me.

Even my father.

That's very true.

It's the truth.

Your father has been dead less than a year.

I don't want to talk about him. Why not?

You forgot about him long before he died.

All while I was growing up, he was the only one that was there for me. You were

too busy. Linda, how can you say that?

Your father committed suicide.

Was that love?

I've got to go. I've got a teacher music class in an hour.

I don't want you to leave us alone.

And I don't want you snooping around my things anymore.

Snooping? That house is mine. I have a right to be in it. You're only living

there until it can be sold.

I'll move out immediately.

Hopefully, it's one of my things.

That house is yours, too. Everything I have is yours.

Linda. Can't you see what's happening to us? There is something wrong with this

man. You've totally changed him.

I'm going to marry him.

Oh, God.

Look, why don't we end this once and for all?

You think you saw a gun in the door?

Show it to me.

Got it?

Got it?

Here you go.

Stop it.

Now, that isn't what I saw. He moved it. Did I?

was there.

was there, Mr. McCall. I saw it.

Thomas, forgive me, but I can hardly be expected to track down every person in

New York City carrying an illegal firearm.

It's not just the gun. It's the man himself.

My daughter is in danger.

But you will not go to the police.

Brad Hartman is very clever.

They wouldn't find anything.

And Linda would never forgive me.

Oh, is it, Mr. Thomas, that you are afraid the police...

might decide that your daughter is involved in some sort of criminal

She is not a criminal. I didn't say... Right, um...

Tell me where they met.

It was in Europe.

They were on a tour in the same group.

He made her fall in love with him. He knows exactly how to manipulate her.

Thomas, you've already told me that you know so little about this man, and don't

you think this is a rather harsh judgment?

She's so vulnerable.

Her father committed suicide ten months ago. She adored him.

I'm sorry.

Well, tell me what you do know about this man. I mean, where does he come

What does he do? Do you know? He told Linda he was a music teacher from

Philadelphia. I don't believe that. There is something about him.

There's something in his eyes.

Mrs. Thomas, forgive me, but do you know what I think? I think that you are

overwrought.

And... Nothing you have told me seems in any way particularly threatening.

Why don't you go home and let the two get on with their own lives. Work it

I made a mistake in coming to you.

Thomas. Perhaps I can help you after all.

What? But I thought you'd have said that... Well, I know. I've changed my

A gentleman's prerogative.

Why don't you show me where you saw this gun?

I just hope they don't come back while we're down here.

Your daughter's not in the theater by any chance, is she? No.

She's a music teacher. She plays the piano.

And Mr.

Hartman? Not that I know of. What did you find?

It smells like chemical grease paint.

I don't know where that would have come from.

I suppose I'd better meet your daughter.

I think she could get an hour off work fast enough.

Well, she teaches private lessons after school, but it might be possible if

she's still speaking to me.

Well, if you can arrange a meeting.

I'd like to see her alone.

And don't tell her who I am.

I wouldn't want to frighten her away.

Thank you.

Gentlemen, I call this meeting to introduce an important visitor.

This is Brother Joseph Hyden.

He's a member of the Order of St. Alexander. He's also the world's leading

expert and the target of our investigation, Martin Loeber.

Lights.

Well, if while I'm talking, you have any questions, please, feel free to ask

them.

Here.

Now, this is the latest photograph of Martin Loeber taken from the files of

Interpol. It's worthless.

I know Martin Loeber a long time, but for you sitting in this room, I wouldn't

be able to recognize him. You see, after each major assignment, he'd have his

features altered by plastic surgery.

Now, You have his resume in front of you.

Summa cum laude in physics. He speaks English, French, German, Russian.

And one thing to remember about him, he's a brilliant tactician.

Yes. What motivates him? What's his ideology?

Well, that's a very difficult question.

He was a radical Marxist, but he went beyond that.

To what?

Hate. Pure hate.

What does he hate and why?

Well, I have to go back.

When Martin Loeb was five years old, his father, a very brilliant lay

theologian, was excommunicated from the church for desecrating the host.

He lost his teaching position, the father, and sometime later, he committed

suicide.

This is one wound for Loeb that never healed.

But to answer your question, who did he hate?

It may sound very strange.

But he hates God.

Hello.

I've made a terrible mistake involving you in all of this.

When Linda finds out, she'll never speak to me again.

Try not to worry, Mrs. Thompson.

I have a certain amount of experience of...

Calming down angry people, believe me.

My daughter's already suspicious of everything I do. And now this.

She wanted to know why we were meeting here.

What did you tell her?

Nothing. I just asked her to come alone straight from work, like you said.

Why are we meeting here?

Well, I just wanted to make sure we weren't being followed.

Listen, when she does arrive, let me do the talking, all right?

Oh, my God!

Oh, God!

You didn't find anybody else with her?

Nope. So far, we got two dead. The truck driver and the woman.

You sure there was somebody else in the car?

Officer, I was standing here the exact moment it happened. I saw somebody on

passenger side.

Well, our divers are still working the bottom.

They'll find him if he hasn't swept out the seat.

Officer, I appreciate you taking the time to let us know.

Sorry.

Linda?

I found the body of the man that was with your mother.

He was some kind of private investigator named Robert McCall.

Did you know him?

Linda, did you know him?

No.

So that's what she wanted.

She just couldn't trust me to run my own life.

Well, why would she call a man like that?

It was ridiculous. She thought she found a gun in the drawer and that it was

yours.

I don't have a gun.

I don't even like guns.

I'm like you that way.

I know that.

Well, why didn't she ask me? I would have told her that.

That's why I wanted you to meet us.

I knew I couldn't talk with her alone.

I didn't know she called a private investigator.

I feel responsible for the whole thing. No.

You have nothing to do with this, Brad.

My mother and I fought for years.

She broke my father's heart.

I'm responsible for her death.

You're not.

I don't know what I'd do without you now. You're all I have left in the

I feel like a damn novice.

I should have smelt something.

I should have felt it coming.

Oh, but you're not God. You're going to lose a client once in a while. It's the

law of averages.

Hell with the law of averages.

All right, all right. Look, I did what you wanted me to do.

My friends in the police department are reporting you dead.

There's going to be a little problem with the coroner's office. How long are

going to keep this up?

As long as it takes.

Do you suppose, Robert, you are overreacting just a little bit? I mean,

drivers do have heart attacks, you know. This was not a heart attack.

If ever I saw a professional hit, this was a professional hit. You mean some

girl hires a professional assassin to kill her mother, really?

No.

Come on, come on, you know damn well.

You can't fire a hit like that on a street corner.

Girl obviously has no idea what's going on.

All right, if I can play devil's advocate for just a moment. This makes

absolutely no sense at all. Matter of fact, it does. It makes a lot of sense.

Just follow me.

A young woman.

Her father dies.

Very shortly after, she meets this man. What, you are to sleep?

The man romantically, for his own reasons, falls in love.

She doesn't know anything about this man. She doesn't know what he does,

he comes from, what his profession is.

Turns out the man is a professional killer.

Now, why should a man like that choose a music teacher from Manhattan?

Why?

Do you actually believe that this guy, for some specific purpose, picked this

particular music teacher? Is that a specific purpose?

Key word.

Yes, I do.

And what's more, if I'm right, well, he hasn't finished with her yet.

Okay, I'll be very interested in hearing what the specific purpose is next to

us.

Meet Robert McCall.

Come on, Bobby, drop your pants and join us.

I'm on business.

This is business.

This is Gretchen, and this is Lorna, and they're my vice presidents.

Hold up.

Go.

All right, come on, board meeting's adjourned.

You know, I left some trouble with you, Robert.

You never learn to relax.

What can I do for you, Robert?

I need access to your Manhattan network.

Action or information?

I want the identity of a certain hitman, professional, specialist.

Where would I go? You got a picture to show me?

No, I don't recognize him.

All we can do is keep our ears to the street.

Jesus, just like old times, won't it?

Won't it.

I'll be right there.

We've been to 15 places, McCall, and nobody knows his therapy.

The guy's been a professional hitter. We'd have ID'd him by now.

Oh, I don't know. Maybe I did imagine the whole thing.

Here.

Yeah. Hello, Bert. This is Control.

Oh, hello, Control.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's for you.

Wrangler, this is going to be a private call. Would you move away from the car?

It's my car. Move from the car.

This is a dangerous... Move!

Yeah, hello.

Yeah, Robert, I owe you an apology.

Two pieces of information. First, about the truck driver.

It was a heart attack, all right, but it was drug -induced. Very professional.

No normal autopsy ever would have found him.

Brad Hartman, the report on him came through. He was a loner, a part -time

teacher from Philadelphia.

Went on a European vacation and his hometown has never seen him since.

Well, they won't anymore, will they? The real one's obviously dead.

Listen, you better tell your friends at the department that the charade is now

over. Tomorrow I rise from the dead.

How about in here, Chosen? Do you see him anywhere in here? You can't find him

this way, Frank. I told you, he's had plastic surgery.

I have no idea what he looks like. That bastard is killing people and laughing

at us.

What do you got to do with the way I suggested?

I don't have to do anything of the kind. I am not going to be responsible for

your death.

I can walk out of here right now and do it on my own. I don't want to talk about

this anymore, Joseph. This discussion is ended.

Joseph, I'm sorry.

Look, Frank, I understand.

What you want to do is... It's committing suicide. If you walk out from

our protection, you're as good as dead.

Hundreds are going to die.

Somebody's got to do something.

So what am I supposed to do? Just let you become a piece of human bait?

If it gives us the opportunity to catch him, yes.

The FBI disclosed today the identity of the man who they believe to be Alpha,

the terrorist responsible for two bombs in the past week, which claimed more

than 82 lives.

The suspect's name is Martin Loeber, a West German national.

Today's announcement was extremely unusual, since it was made by Joseph

an FBI consultant on terrorism, who is also a monk with the Order of St.

Alexander. Hello, Joseph.

I wonder when you might show up.

We do not know his whereabouts.

But yet we don't have any physical description.

But we do believe he's still in New York City.

And all I can say is he's an extremely dangerous man.

And if he's watching this newscast, well, I urge him to get himself up

he can't escape forever.

You're getting anxious.

Well, don't worry. Be patient.

I'll get to you in my own good time and on my own terms.

We commend our sister Elizabeth to you, Lord.

Now that she has passed from this life, may she live on in your presence.

Your mercy and love. Forgive whatever sin she may have committed.

Jesus, our Redeemer.

Willingly gave this number.

All right, Mickey, get ready.

His name is Robert McCall.

Until two years ago, he was a top agent for the company.

He has a complete report on the man.

So that explains it.

Sure, it considers him very dangerous.

They want to know why you awakened his interest.

Anyway, Peter instructs you to leave New York immediately.

New passport, airline tickets.

Nobody instructs me to do anything.

I came here to carry out a mission, and I will not leave until I'm finished.

Peter thinks you're going beyond your mission.

He thinks you're jeopardizing your cover by carrying out personal vendettas.

The suitcase, Crosley.

It came from the crematorium a few hours ago.

Good.

Well, soon I shall be rid of all unwanted attention, including yours.

What are you doing? Robert McCall saw me enter your shop. But you told me nobody

followed you. I lied.

A homing device in my car. How original.

I don't think you know who I am yet, Mr. McCall.

But you are just what I've been looking for.

Who do you think this guy is, McCall?

Well, if he's a professional at passing, he'll find losers.

When he finds a cart.

You lead us to some isolated location and then attack.

Doesn't look like an isolated location to me.

I don't like this at all.

Mickey, what's your latest clearance?

00148.

Clearance 00148. I want to check an address.

205 Rugby Road, Brooklyn.

Names and occupations, please.

Who lives there?

There's only a man called Standish, FBI special agent. Mr. Mickey, get up on the

porch, the roof.

Okay.

Hello.

My name is Robert McCall.

I want to speak to Special Agent Standish. It is urgent.

Yes. It's Robert McCall on the line. He says it's urgent.

McCall, it's been years.

But I haven't got much time to talk.

I've been tracking a suspected hitman, and he has just gone into your home.

Good. I think it may be your alpha.

My wife and children are in there.

Any security?

One agent on guard, that's all.

Don't do anything. I'm on my way.

What's wrong?

Lord, we've got my family.

I'd like to talk to you first. No, no talking. You move now.

All right, I'm on my way.

Go to the rail.

Go to the rail. Put your hands on the rail. Keep your hands on the rail. All

right.

Okay. Call.

Tell your friend on the rope to throw it down.

Now.

Throw it down, Mickey.

All right. Throw out the keys.

Throw the keys.

Throw the keys.

All right, my friend.

Pick up the keys. Get in the car. Turn it on.

Here we go.

Here we go. Back on the grass.

Back on the grass. On the grass.

On the grass.

Now back to the steps.

To the steps!

Okay.

Two minutes. It's nitro.

Anybody follow me? This man's dead.

Get away, children!

You're going straight on.

Straight on.

Straight on. Okay?

She's fine, thanks.

Is Loeber in there?

I can't answer that.

It crashed before I got here.

Too hot to approach it.

Let's pray to God he didn't get away.

Don't try and con me.

I know more about the man Hyden than you do.

He is not a monk.

He's a terrorist and he's a killer. Listen to me, McCall. Whatever Joseph

was is in the past.

That's the way it's going to stay.

Oh, I see. I see.

So now you have a statute of limitations on the killing of women and children,

is that it? I don't have to explain to you. I called you in here to help with

this investigation.

Certainly not to tell me how to run my business.

I don't believe the two of you have been formally introduced.

Joseph Hyden, Robert McCall. It's a pleasure.

Let's get on with this, shall we?

I've just gotten the forensic report.

Remains of two bodies were in the car.

Agent Barnes and Martin Loeber. That's impossible.

Come on, Frank, he died too easily. You know that as well as I do.

If he really wanted to get away, he would have killed everyone.

Especially McCall.

Robert, you were on the scene. What do you think?

Yes, the whole thing could have been staged.

As much convenient as it not, the body was burned beyond recognition.

Let's just look at the evidence. The bone fragments match Loeber's height and

weight. The dental report goes one for one with Interpol's records.

So according to the Bureau and the police department, this case was closed,

that it? Yes. The task force is being reassigned. Loeber's death will be

announced to the media.

Just like clockwork.

And there's nothing we can do about it.

Damn it, how could anyone fake all this?

It can be done.

Quite careful planning.

McCall, we are talking about fillings in teeth.

I said careful planning.

It's long, and it's difficult.

And you require one hell of an organization behind you. But it has been

First thing you have to do is to locate a victim.

Same kind of body mass, hair color as yourself.

The man is taken, killed.

You bring in a specialist.

to match his dental work with yours.

Then comes the most difficult part of all, because then his x -rays have to be

inserted under your name in the master file in Interpol.

You then incinerate the body, and when you are ready, you leave the ashes and

the bits and pieces in the fiery wreck.

I'll never be able to sell that to the boys upstairs. They'll put me in a

straitjacket. But you do believe it could be true, don't you? No, I do not

believe it could be true.

Then, uh, where's your family?

I sent them on a trip to California.

They leave this afternoon.

Well, if he is alive, we'll kill him tonight, won't we? I would suggest to

that you, uh, you draw up a list of potential targets.

He is alive. I can feel it.

And even if nobody else believes us, we've got to stick together, and we've

to work together.

I'm sorry, you are wrong, Father.

I don't work with you.

Just listen to what I say to you.

You could be in great danger. Now, all I want to do is to take you somewhere

where you'll be safe.

We are not certain that this man is dead.

And if he is alive, he will be back here.

He's dead.

Everybody's dead.

So, you can't stay here alone.

Oh, yes, I can.

And I'm going to.

I don't want your help, Mr. McCall. I just want you... I just want to be left

alone.

I'm fine, just as long as I don't have to speak to people.

So will you just please leave?

I said please leave!

even go so well, huh?

Nope.

You want me to give up surveillance?

She won't accept any help.

Yes, Mickey.

Just keep watching her lips.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to look for a dentist and a crematorium.

Is this the special affairs coordinator?

Yes, it is.

This is Brother Iden.

Yes, I was told that I can get a list of major events taking place at the

Archdiocese.

No,

no, Manhattan.

Excuse me.

Sister, can you tell me, does the festival itself end with a mask?

Yes, it does. And there's a monsignor coming all the way from Rome to

it. He's a wonderful man.

He works with the blind, and he's blind himself.

No kidding.

Will this be the first time he'll be in this country?

I believe so. Are you going to come?

How did you get here? Well, I don't know. I guess that all depends on God's

will.

Here, please.

Keep it sealed until you're ready.

How long does this take?

Depending on body size, between 30 minutes and an hour.

And the quantity of this?

I have no idea.

Up to a thousand.

Very good.

Harris. Yes.

I want you to get me something else.

What do you need?

Somebody to fit me for a new pair of eyes. That's very difficult, but perhaps

there is a source.

Excuse me, sister.

I'm looking for the religious guest house.

I was told it was behind the priest's quarter.

It's just around the corner, behind the church.

Oh, Father DDS.

Well, that's appeared to be an attempt at it.

Son, can you tell me when this fire took place?

Last night. Two guys got killed in it.

What kind of metal work did they do here, you know?

I think they used big furnaces to mount that whole iron. Something like that.

Well, that would make an ideal crematorium.

What'd you say, mister?

Son?

Oh, nothing.

Thank you.

Can you tell me where I can find Dr. Barber? I've got an appointment with him

now. He skipped town last night. I heard he left for country.

Really?

Strange. Yeah, well, what's strange is why anybody would let that man put his

fingers in their mouth.

Thank you for your help.

He'd rather play with us a while.

Did you inform Standish?

I don't think he'd believe me either.

And you think I would?

I don't trust you any more than I trust Loba.

I know that.

You know, it doesn't fool me, all these religious trappings, because I know you

for what you really are.

A mass killer who somehow got away with it.

I just wanted to talk with you.

Oh, yes?

And what is there to say?

I know what hell of a lot about you.

I know more about you than I know about myself.

Liaison, ma 'am. Ideas, ma 'am.

Set up man for most of the terrorist brigades throughout the whole of Europe.

I'll tell you something really ironic.

It was, what, five years ago.

A little group of men and myself were sent out for one purpose.

Hunt you down and kill you. I was within a hair's breadth of doing just that.

When suddenly we had one of those calls from the agency.

Mission aborted.

So I came back home.

And it was around about that time that you met Loeb.

And he became your protege.

Well, you trained him very well.

Do you believe in God, McCall?

I make it a point not to talk about religion or politics to strangers.

I'll tell you one thing I do believe in. I believe in justice.

Both in this world and the next.

Would you please listen to me, McCall?

It started in London.

I destroyed an office building and there was death everywhere, but that's what I

wanted.

And as I stood watching the chaos, suddenly a strange feeling, a

terrible fear that somebody was watching me.

And I turned around and I saw a man not 50 feet away.

And he was looking straight into my eyes.

I'd never seen him before in my life, McCall.

Never. Yet, he knew who I was and exactly what I had done.

I mean, it was beyond words.

Coming from him, this sorrow, this incredible sorrow. And I reached for a

gun and then when I looked, he wasn't there.

Well, guilt does do strange things to people, doesn't it?

No, no, no, no. I tried that explanation, and I tried them all, and

worked.

And from that first time, it started a chain of horror.

I mean, every assignment I carried out, I met our secret.

All over Europe, he was there.

Each time, he'd be two feet closer to where I stood.

Each time,

create a sadness in his eyes.

It seems that every time an act of violence, he would get nearer to me, and

couldn't stop it, no matter how hard I tried.

The last time I was in Paris, I destroyed a railway terminal.

The plane, it was hell itself.

I turned around expecting to see him, and he wasn't there.

It was wonderful. I felt free.

Then when I looked into the terminal again, he was walking in flames.

I mean, no human being could have stood it.

He started walking toward me, and he had a man's body in his arms.

I tried to run, but I couldn't move.

He kept coming toward me.

Until we were face to face and I looked up and... He had tears in his eyes.

I looked down at the burned body

and...

So,

you gave yourself up. Went to prison.

The French then did a deal with some of the other agencies, including the FBI.

You were released and went to work for them.

But so much for your history. Now let me tell you just a little of mine.

Six months after that mission was aborted, they sent another team out

to finish the job that I'd started.

Amongst this team was a young, brilliant agent who was faced with a choice.

Because you see, he was also in that railway terminal in Paris.

His choice was whether to go after you and kill you or to go into your bloody

flames and rescue some of your victims.

He chose the latter. He died.

Do you want another piece of irony?

That young man was my godson.

I hope he went to heaven.

But don't you talk to me about meeting God.

What are you sneaking up on me like that for? I almost blew you away.

Eyes getting heavy?

You were supposed to relieve me an hour ago.

Yes, I know.

Sorry, something came up.

Any activity?

No, she went to bed at ten o 'clock just like I should have.

Is that light?

Gone on before this evening?

No, first time.

Linda, please listen to what I have to say. Then you can do whatever you want

and I will not try to stop you.

You killed my mother.

You killed her and then you tried to kill Mrs. Standish.

That's a lie. They're all lies.

They told you lies and you believed them.

You lied too.

Linda, I didn't kill your mother.

I didn't kill anybody, I swear it.

Why are they after you?

My name is Martin Loper.

Until six months ago, I was an engineer for Marco Chemicals.

It's a huge defense contract.

I stumbled across something that nobody wanted me to see.

Huge stockpiles of chemical weapons, thousands of barrels of it, enough to

out all cities.

What happened?

They found out I was going to go public, and they came after me.

Linda, they took everything.

They took everything.

My wife, my son, everything.

You had a family?

Why didn't you tell me?

Because they're all dead.

Killed in an accident, just like your mother.

Murdered by that bastard McCall.

McCall is a professional killer hired by the government.

Oh, God.

When I saw him with your mother, I was terrified.

Linda, the only reason you are alive is because McCall knows that I love you.

You are the bait in his trap.

Mrs. Stannis, the children, you terrified them.

I didn't mean to hurt them.

I didn't know what else to do.

They said you tied her to a bomb.

That is a terrible lie.

Have you spoken to her?

No, they went out of the city.

Can't you see what McCall is doing?

I don't know what to believe. He said you used me to get to Frank Standish.

Think! Why would I do that?

I was in Europe with you.

I don't know anything about a Frank Standish.

But I know McCall.

And he knows me.

He is trying to kill me.

Because then all the evidence that I have will be gone.

There's a way for me to prove.

That what I am saying is true. McCall has somebody watching every move that

make. No, that's impossible.

He's outside now.

I'll put everything in your hands, Linda.

Let's go to the window. Go to the window!

Look out the window!

Do you see him?

There, in the shadow.

Yes. Yes, I do. What are we going to do?

You do what he doesn't expect. Open the window.

Act like he's a peeping Tom and you're going to call the police.

He's up there.

Don't you feel it?

Look, McCall, if he was up there, she'd be screaming for help, wouldn't she?

That man lobe up and play that girl like a puppet on a string.

That's the way you feel about it. Let's go take the place apart.

We can't do that, can we?

The guy could be killing her. Yeah.

Or perhaps he's trying to entice us in there.

And then he'll kill her.

We don't know anything, do we?

I mean, for all we know, we could have some crazy lady who'd like to turn

down in the middle of the night. I mean, look at all this. It's nuts.

She doesn't even want our help. Just walk away.

No, can't do that, see, because I let the mother die. I'm damn definitely

to let the daughter die as well.

Come on, let's go.

Great place for a meeting.

This is the place where he's going to strike.

The festival?

I call the exercises.

This is the only major religious event in town.

There are plenty of other targets.

I'm drawing up a list.

Maybe it's because I've created so much violence in my life that I can feel when

violence is coming. It's going to come here, Frank.

You have no other evidence, Joseph? That's it? Just a feeling? No.

What else?

You wouldn't believe me.

Please, Joseph, try me.

When I was praying, I knew this would be the place.

It's all right.

I thought you were leaving forever.

Are you sure you want to do this?

Because you know anywhere you go with me, you'll be in danger.

I don't care. We'll be together. I've got the money set aside.

We can use it to get away. All right. Now, this is what you do. You go to the

schoolhouse. You wait for me there at 5 o 'clock.

Now, remember, you're going to be followed, but you pretend you don't know

Are you going to stay here?

No, I have something I have to do.

Now, when you leave, you go out the front door.

I have a way to get out to the basement.

All right?

Be careful.

I had some very disturbing news this morning. A small bottle of VX nerve

It's stolen from a government laboratory.

I think it's in the city.

Really? What form?

It's not a gas.

It's in a hybrid form. Tiny crystals that can be absorbed through the skin or

dissolved in liquid.

And how many people do you think that could kill? Many thousands, depending on

the application.

It's meant to be dropped on enemy crops from aircraft.

Oh, my God.

So, of course, it could quite simply be dumped in the city water supply, right?

Yes, that's right. That's why ours is the only government agency handling it

the moment.

If it became public knowledge, it would mean chaos.

Tell me something. Why have you chosen to tell me this? Well, I thought you

might be interested, Reverend.

Control, are you telling me that you think Loeber has got his hands on this

stuff? No, I didn't say anything of the kind. Assumptions are yours.

I'll tell you this, I hope we are not working on the same project, Robert.

Contact Joseph Hyde and tell him I want to see him tonight.

About time I sent him back to the monastery.

Your friend sent you to the right place.

They hurt.

Come on, a professional actor like you will go away in a few hours.

Can you see okay?

Yes, I can see fine.

Now, how much does all this cost fitted?

That's good. That's good that you can see.

So the second question is, how's your hearing?

What does that sound like?

Now, reach into your coat real slow and hand me the gun.

I have a few money problems.

I need $100 ,000, and now I know how to get it.

I'm going to turn you over to Robert McCall.

Okay.

Nice and easy.

$75 ,000 worth.

Take them.

They're yours.

For me?

It's very nice, but you shouldn't have.

I have much more.

How much more?

I have at least $100 ,000 in diamonds alone.

I am very well financed.

Well, then let's go get them right now.

Well, not quite yet.

I want to see you kill Robert McCall.

Listen, I've got to see you right away.

Hi, Glenn.

I am very busy.

It's about the guy you've been looking for, the professional hitter.

Listen, I've got some information you might want.

Oh, come on, what is it?

Uh... Oh, I see.

You want me to come somewhere and bring my checkbook, is that it?

No, no, no, that's okay. Cash will do. Yes, I'm sure it'll do.

Where? The warehouse between 117th and 118th off the river.

20 minutes.

Or I'll be there.

Where did you find him?

You know, he made a big mistake.

He came to me looking for a pair of fake eyes.

All right.

Let's get him outside and call the police.

Not so fast, Robert.

You want money?

Not from you.

I want you to reach inside your coat, take out your gun, and place it on the

floor.

You what?

I said reach inside your coat, take out your gun, and place it on the floor, and

do it real slowly.

That's fine now.

Now raise your arms and walk towards me.

Sorry, Robert.

It's purely financial.

I have big money problems.

This guy's going to give me $100 ,000 just to blow you away.

Just like you blew away that poor bastard the other day hanging by the

Think about that, Robert.

But don't think too long.

Get my side of the bug and now you keep yours.

Let's go get that.

Okay. All right. It's all the way in the back.

Got a long arm. Back off.

Okay.

Up. Here we go.

Hello, Bob.

Come on, McCall. I could have used real bullets.

I should have let them kill you the other day in the warehouse.

Stay the hell out of my sight.

Is this me? We're off for lunch.

I'm on Frank Standish.

Robert McCall. It's urgent.

Sorry, Mr. McCall. He's not available.

Well, find him.

Is what?

Someone poisoned him.

How? They put a razor blade on the door handle of his car.

He's mad, Logan. I'm raving mad.

Hello, New York.

This is Alfred.

You can't kill me because you're addicted to fear. And I am the biggest

of your supply.

So I'm going to give you what you need.

Something so terrifying that you'll be dreaming about it for years.

Tonight in the name of the oppressed people of the world thousands of you

die.

Mickey, what about you?

Yes? Did I guess right?

Is this Robert McCall?

Loba. You are so damn predictable, but I like you.

So I'm going to give you a chance.

If you are really as good as I think you are, you might be able to save your

friend in the bench.

So get into your car, drive to the corner of Prince and Sullivan, wait in

telephone booth.

You'll have exactly 20 minutes after I call you there.

And enjoy the festival.

It will be the last one I'm afraid you will ever see.

Keep both of your hands on the wheel.

Now, take out your gun and give it to me.

Leave me here or we'll go to the airport.

You don't get to say this, Linda, but you are really stupid.

Don't do that.

You know, you're absolutely right.

Why should a man be punished for speaking the truth?

What?

You know, I've known a lot of stupid women in my time, but never anyone quite

like you.

You made the same critical mistake twice.

I don't understand.

Cole tried to warn you, but you wouldn't listen. The jerk is a killer.

Be honest.

From one professional to another, this woman has been the cause of your death.

Can you think of anybody that deserves to die more than she does?

Yeah, you bloodsuckers.

We're going to go to the car.

Let's go, my lovely.

Hello,

you have 20 minutes.

Where are they?

In her bedroom.

Where else?

Goodbye, McCall. Nice to miss this. I will.

Monsignor?

I'm sorry to interrupt your prayers.

I was expecting you.

The master marksman who taught me how to shoot.

He's defenseless.

What have you done to your eyes?

I'm... I'm celebrating a mass tonight. It's the blind leading the blind.

Or at any rate, that's the idea.

You know why I'm here.

Tell me, Joseph, was it all really worth dying for?

The Lord's forgiveness is always worth dying for.

Then you should receive it.

I execute you in the name of all the oppressed people of the world.

the call.

Don't move us.

If you move us, we all land in Jersey.

Guy's a regular Rembrandt with explosives.

It's all wired into the same detonator, but I don't know where it is.

Because that's when it was great.

I heard him fooling around downstairs.

You've saved hundreds of people tonight, Joseph.

Robert, I know you can't forgive me for what I've done.

But can you forgive me for the hurt I've caused you?

Forgive?

Forgive you for the harm you've caused me?

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