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Hello?

Dan... they're here.

I'll be right there.

Good morning, Mr Dannahay.

Morning.

Is that the balcony from Mussolini's speeches?

The very same.

Hello, Dan. -How are you? Welcome.

Don't pass me any calls. -Understood.

General Electronic Company? I'm sorry, he's out.

Hello.

You'll travel as tourists.

Here are your tickets, passports, and photographs.

Captain Udomi will board the same plane. Pretend you don't know him.

Rogers, this time I'm saddling you with a wife.

You'll meet her in Cairo, Semiramis Hotel, Room 460.

Friday, 2pm sharp.

Nine-year marriage, three children.

You're going to Johannesburg.

You'll get there the day before the operation.

The President. He'll be the first to go.

The Prime Minister.

Vincent, he's yours.

The Police Chief. Is he still one of ours?

And here's our friend Colonel Watabi, the next President.

Don't contact him until after the operation.

The coup must look like an internal affair.

Excuse me, Mr Dannahay...

What about my foreign bank transfers?

It's win-win for you, Captain Udomi.

You'll either be rich at home, or rich in exile.

Or I could end up facing a firing squad.

But you don't give a damn, Mr Dannahay.

I just do my job.

Any more questions?

There's some bad news.

One of their agents arrived in Rome last night.

He was spotted at the airport.

He's travelling under the alias "Naruna."

An architectural engineer.

Do you know him, Udomi?

Major Ermu!

Be wary of him. He's as cunning as a fox.

His price? -None.

All the better. We'll save money.

How does he operate? -With a team.

He's foiled three coups in two years.

Maybe we should put the operation on ice

to avoid needless risks or mistakes.

Mistakes?

Whose mistakes, Vincent?

Could this Ermu be here for other reasons?

No. He's here for us.

The operation's still on.

In a few days we'll be out of the State Department's control.

Our ambassador in Rome is about to leave his post.

We'll be free to act.

Once it's done, Washington will have to back us.

At any rate, you will all enjoy the utmost safety.

Are you still with us, Udomi?

I am.

Good.

Parenti!

Mr Parenti, you should sign that contract...

Later.

Don't ever pull that trick on me again.

They trust me because I always know everything.

And I always know first.

Connors. -What's he got to do with it?

He gave me the order, last night.

"Break the news to Udomi suddenly, and make a big deal of it."

He wanted to force Udomi's choice: In or out.

Who gives the orders here?

The Chief is worried you may act rashly.

You know, to score a win after last summer's flop in Beirut.

Beirut?

Beirut wasn't my fault.

Our contacts messed up.

It was a bad operation. -Badly executed.

Perhaps.

Never do that again. -Please...

You follow my orders, not Connors'! Understood?

We've been working together for years.

I know.

Let's get to work, then. -OK.

Major Ermu checked in at the Central Hotel. He's alone.

No contact? -None.

He stayed in his room the whole time.

He left half an hour ago.

He went on a shopping spree, like a normal tourist.

Did he make any calls?

Just one, a few minutes ago.

4-5-1-6-6-1.

You sure that's the number?

Positive.

All he said was to call him back in an hour.

That's Lambert's number.

Lambert? -Yeah.

Harry Lambert? -That's the one.

No! No, Harry!

You're not going, you hear me? You're not leaving me!

Can't you understand? It's over!

We're too wrong for each other!

Wrong, he says! As if I don't know why!

I've spoken to my lawyer in Los Angeles already.

What about the child, Harry? What of him?

He can be with my sister in Chicago.

He'll thrive, far from our nonsense! -How can you say that?

How can you treat both Roy and me this way?

We're human beings, not things!

Don't start again! Have a whiskey and leave me alone.

No, Harry! Don't leave!

Stop it! Enough, you hear me?

Dad! Dad!

It's your fault! It's all your fault!

You never leave him alone! You're always nagging him!

You're a bad wife, you hear me?

Hello?

Renata, it's Dan. -Oh, hey.

Is Harry home? -No, he just left.

Where did he go? -I don't know. He's left me.

Again...

I need to see you. -I can't right now.

Please, Dan. I'm going crazy.

Not now, I said.

I need to talk to someone. Please!

Fine, I'll come as soon as possible.

If Harry comes back, call me right away.

Yeah, will do.

Thank you.

Goldie... -I heard. Lambert's number.

Don't lose him. -What if he meets Lambert?

Stop him...

...by any means. -OK.

Vincent and the others leave in two hours. -I know.

I'll miss Rome, but I'm glad to go home.

Mr Ambassador. -Good morning.

These CIA guys act like they own the place.

It will get worse after you leave. -I know.

I'm glad I won't have to tolerate them much longer.

Have you found out why that blasted African is there?

We're investigating, Connors.

Meanwhile, I've postponed my men's departure.

Are you thinking of calling it off? -No, just playing it safe.

You said the job was easy. - "Feasible," I said.

No. Your report said "easy".

Excuse me one second.

Dannahay...

Dannahay, I'm looking at a copy of your report.

Are you there, Dan?

You're right, Connors.

I wrote it was easy. And it is!

Is that all?

So, shall I tell the higher-ups we're moving as planned?

Yes. -No international incidents.

If it's not easy, call it off.

Do you need anything? -No. I'll be in touch.

You didn't mention Lambert.

I'll deal with Lambert myself. Let's go.

You're living proof of the absurdity of our judicial system.

A man like you... -Where are all the men?

The men... -Don't worry, you'll be out soon.

What do you mean? -The men have all left.

Harry?

Harry?

Where are you?

Mr Dannahay, please. Hurry.

Dan, Harry came home.

He left again with a gun.

OK, I'll call. See you later, guys!

Good evening, sir. America's a great country.

You're looking at a broken man, sir.

I'm plagued by rotten luck. Please help me!

My wife is paralysed, my children are starving.

Stop bothering me, or I'll call the police.

Do you understand?

Go ahead. I've got nothing to hide.

I know I can be pushy, but when one's in need...

Get lost. Shoo!

Oh, lovely lady!

May I ask you for a small donation?

Just a little money... -Please step aside.

Even outside a hotel like this, it's unbelievable!

Why are you surprised? It's like this everywhere.

What's wrong with him?

He's dead!

Wait... who was in here?

So he came back tonight, and took the gun?

And the case. See?

What case?

The one I gave him as a gift for our trip to Africa.

Did he take anything else? Clothes, money...

No. All his clothes are in the bedroom, where I was.

Whatever does he need a gun for? -That's what worries me.

Stand back. Back, please!

Stand back.

Good evening, Commissioner. -'Evening.

It happened 15 minutes ago.

Did you know him? -He's Agostino, a beggar.

What happened? -I don't know.

We heard a shot, and he fell down.

A shot? Who fired it?

We didn't see anyone.

The terrace! He's up there, I saw him!

The hotel's terrace!

The terrace!

She's right, he's up there. Get the spotlight.

Run away!

There he is! He's got a gun!

Jack! Did you hear that?

Jack... Dammit, what's your real name?

Giacomo... Giacomino!

The gunshots only made him sleep better!

Wake up!

It's not a movie. They're shooting for real!

Please, dear. I have close-ups tomorrow.

I took sleeping tablets.

It's a tough scene, with English dialogue.

If I don't sleep, I'll forget my lines!

Keep an eye on the terrace! That way!

Stop that taxi! -Stop! You can't go this way.

There's a gunman on the terrace!

Someone call an ambulance!

Are they still alive? -No, they're both dead.

Here! I'm ready! What is it?

There are two dead men right outside the hotel.

Here? -The police are here.

Got it!

Two real dead men. Murdered!

Who was it? What happened?

How would I know?

I must go home.

My husband's back tomorrow.

I don't want to be stuck here.

Never in hotels, I always say.

You can't go! We were supposed to rehearse my lines.

What was that tricky one?

"Unconditional surren..." Right.

"Unconditional surrending."

Unconditional "surrender!"

Shit! -Wait, you're naked!

You're quite disgusting, you know.

Take your pecker inside.

Move!

Just the two of you in here?

Yes.

What do you want? The money's right over...

He's not a thief.

Do you know who I am, ma'am?

You just killed those two men.

Nice to meet you.

The hotel is surrounded. We can begin.

Not yet.

But you must act! Arrest him, before he kills another of my clients.

We must wait for Commissioner Moreno. It's his job.

He's in charge of the anti-terrorist unit.

Anti-what? -Terrorist...

Watch the terrace. The shots came from there!

So it's two dead, now. -We saw him run away.

A sniper in an anthill... It's quite the pickle.

I don't want bodies lying around like trash.

Call the DA.

Hey! That looks like the police! -It is the police.

What's going on? -Nothing, madam. Welcome!

I think they're hiding something.

All the more reason to go, dear.

We still don't know who he is, sir.

Yes, probably a madman.

I'll send my men out with bulletproof vests.

Thank you.

He'll be hiding in the crowd. -I'll say! Business is booming.

Please act swiftly. We mustn't spread the panic.

We need to search the hotel. You'll follow my orders now.

Please tell me it will all be over before breakfast.

Operator?

Call every room, starting from the top floor.

Patch the calls through here.

Berti, check the guestbook. -Right away.

Room 901. -Yes?

Sorry to bother you. This is the police.

Listen without questions.

We're looking for a gunman. -What?

Don't panic...

If he's in your room, just cough.

I haven't seen any gunman. -Thank you, sir.

We'll send a squad shortly to check.

Ask everyone the same question. It might work.

Room 902. -Hello?

We'll search all rooms as soon as reinforcements are here.

If he's in your room, cough once...

No!

Harry was always sniffing around

looking for some girl to bed in my place.

And now he's found her. My replacement!

But it's my fault. I married a man who didn't love me.

Roy.

What are you doing? Go back to bed!

No! I want to know what you're up to!

Off to bed, young man. -Don't touch me!

Your mum and I must talk. Off you go!

He's cross with me.

He thinks I'm the problem.

How can I tell a kid his father has a mistress

and wants to leave us both?

I'm sure it's not that bad.

He no longer makes love to me.

How long has it been?

Almost four months.

But it was fine in Africa, right? -No.

The whole time we were there, he barely spoke to me.

I hardly ever saw him.

Why'd he even bring me along?

If he's in there, cough once. -No, there's no one here.

The police will be there shortly to check.

Pardon the inconvenience.

Thank you.

You'd better cover your dick, cowboy.

Did you hear? Move it.

You too, ma'am. Get dressed.

Men, cordon off the floor.

Police. We're here for the search.

Who is it? The police? -Yes, madam.

Goodness me!

Thank you, madam.

Lock yourself in until further notice.

Open!

Good evening. Pardon us. -Good evening.

Aren't you a famous actor?

I think I saw one of your films.

Good evening. -Hello.

I hear there's some trouble.

Some trouble, indeed.

Good night, madam.

Again, my apologies.

Lock yourselves in until further notice.

He's here!

Shut the door, asshole, or I'll kill you!

Hurry! The chain lock, too!

Stop! He's got hostages.

Let's get him away.

Y'all go away now!

Or I'll kill these two!

I saw him! He's in that room there!

He's in there! -I'm warning y'all!

Madam! Get inside!

Evacuate the floor, now!

The killer is in there! -You must leave, madam.

I saw him! I saw him!

He was on the terrace!

Everyone, please stay calm. Don't panic.

Come with me, quickly.

I could feel the bullets graze my head!

Everyone out of the lift, please.

He's an American! From the South!

I heard him, I tell you!

He's American. I heard his accent. You must believe me!

Look! Here comes the stretcher.

What's this about having to evacuate because of a gunman?

Agent, I'm a Texas Ranger.

Give me that gun, I'll be done in two minutes.

I'll shove it up his ass. Just give me the gun.

Quit it, or I'll arrest you! -Then do it yourselves.

Go on, tie up that imbecile.

And no funny business. I'm no sucker.

Go on, around his wrists. Two, three times.

That's it.

Now tie a knot, nice and tight.

This isn't one of your movies

where the hero always wrestles free.

You'd better behave.

And no smart moves, or I'll kill you right away.

Instead of later, you mean? -That depends.

What was that line you were rehearsing?

Unconditional...

...surrender.

Yeah, that's right.

Unconditional surrender. Now, go to the bedroom.

Come on, hurry up.

Here, make yourself comfortable.

Tie him to the headboard.

As tight as you can. Another twist...

You're doing your own stunts this time, cowboy.

That'll do. Now come with me.

You mustn't go in there, for any reason.

Unless I say so. Is that clear?

If you need the toilet, use that thing.

Excuse me...

Will this be over by noon? -Why?

I have an appointment with my husband.

By noon he'll have read in the newspapers

that you were here getting busy, naughty girl.

I'll have to make it up to him. -Right.

This is Commissioner Moreno speaking.

I'm talking to the man in room 845.

The hotel is surrounded. There is no escape.

Come out with your hands up.

I promise you won't be harmed.

The magistrate is here with me, and we give you our word.

Sanna is dead.

Go ahead with plan B.

We don't want to harm you.

But if you don't surrender, you'll only make matters worse.

Open the door slowly and come out with your hands up.

I repeat, you won't be harmed. I guarantee it.

Leave the gun in the room and open the door slowly.

Come out with your hands up.

Call him on the phone.

Why me? -You have the nicer voice.

Yes? -Let me speak to the commissioner.

We know you're American.

We have notified your embassy. You will have every...

They're calling from the room.

This is Commissioner Moreno.

He said you must stop spouting nonsense, or he'll kill one of us.

He means it. -Let me talk to him.

Nah.

No deal.

He's afraid we'll find out who he is.

What does he want?

They asked what you want. -Three coffees, please.

He wants... some coffee.

Three coffees.

Black.

Black. -And corn flakes.

And corn flakes, too.

Corn flakes?

Twelve family packs, outside the door, right now.

He wants...

Twelve family packs of corn flakes, outside the door.

Twelve boxes of corn flakes...

all to himself?

Listen, Mister... -Shut up, cowboy.

I can't stand being tied up like this. I'm freaking out!

Shut up.

Commissioner...

This was on the terrace. There's a name and an address.

Alright, check it out.

Please. Please untie me!

I'm going crazy. I can't stay like this any longer!

Why must I be tied up?

Pretend it's a movie scene, cowboy.

It's not fair! -I'm the director, so obey.

I won't do anything, I promise. Please!

Can I give him a sedative? He needs it.

Fine.

Where are you going? -To get my washbag.

Bring it here and show me.

Calm down, Jack.

You're a fine looking woman.

How come you're screwing that asshole? Boredom?

I like him. And I admire him.

I need a glass of water. -I know, babe.

Hey... Hey, madam!

I don't need that. -Take it.

No. -It's good for you.

I didn't think you were this brave.

Me? -Yes. You coughed.

Harry won't be back tonight.

Say, how's your bank account? -In the red.

It never happened before.

This mistress, does she have a name?

Maria Soli.

I heard him talk to her on the phone once.

You've no idea the things a man in love can say.

It felt like getting stabbed.

Come here, Dan.

It means nothing. Forget it.

It's not my first time thinking about it.

Nor is it yours.

Look, you're feeling down.

You should get some sleep.

Harry!

It's not Harry. It's the police.

Harry Lambert?

What are we waiting for? -We're just waiting.

What's going to happen? -What do you think?

Usually, in these situations...

after tying up the hero, the bad guy rapes the woman.

In B-grade movies, of course.

Yeah.

How would you react to that?

Whenever I do it, my reaction's always the same.

There's a technical issue that gives me pause.

How do I make love to you without letting go of my gun?

You could easily grab it.

Please drop the whore act.

I won't fall for it.

Why are you doing all this?

Hey, Mister...

I need to go to the toilet.

I said I need to go!

Tie your dick in a knot.

But... I mean it! -So do I.

Let me take a whiz, dammit!

Leave it to me.

I took a nursing course.

I'm not squeamish.

Sorry for the trouble.

Turn sideways.

Well? -I'm embarrassed.

There's no need to be.

Thanks, Mister.

Well? -She took it!

WE'RE THE POLICE. TRY AND GET HIM NEAR THE BASIN.

Hey, what are you doing in there?

Did you need to go too?

Could you get me the brush from my washbag?

Come in here, I need to talk to you.

What is it? -Listen...

I barely know that guy. Isn't one hostage enough?

So? -I can't. He's behind her.

Please. Let me go.

I'd like to... but I can't.

I'm sorry.

No! No! No!

No!

No! No! No!

No!

Don't touch her, you son of a bitch!

You damn coward!

Now...

down on your knees.

Now say...

"I'm a filthy whore."

I'm...

Listen, I know why you did it.

I'd have done the same.

Come on, call them on the phone.

Moreno, can you hear me? -Yes, speak.

Another stunt like that, and he'll kill one of us.

And hurry with that coffee. -Very well.

An agent from the American embassy.

John Dannahay, US security service. -Moreno.

Well, Mr Dannahay? -I think I know the gunman.

He's locked himself in a room on the hotel's rear.

He's got two hostages.

One of them a woman.

Top floor. Second room to the right of the lit one.

Why is he doing this? -I don't know.

But he's a US citizen and an embassy officer

so I'd like to cooperate.

Mr Dannahay, stay behind cover.

What do you suggest?

With all these men, it shouldn't be hard to get him.

How? -I don't know, you could burst in.

What about the hostages?

I don't want any more victims.

HQ on the line. Mr Connors.

What news, Dannahay?

Complications.

What kind of complications?

There's a mole at the embassy.

Go on.

His name is Lambert.

Harry Lambert. An embassy attaché.

I was trying to get rid of him, but he caught wind of it

and now he's barricaded in the Hilton hotel

with a rifle and two hostages.

He's killed two civilians and an Italian policeman.

The papers tomorrow will be all over it. We're fucked.

Another failure, Dannahay.

Listen, Connors... -This Harry Lambert...

Is he the one you used as cover in Africa?

He's a hunter! A safari was the perfect cover.

I'll report to the higher-ups and have you replaced.

Suspend the operation and send everyone home.

We're restarting from scratch.

I won't be brushed aside!

Again, I'll ask for your removal.

Look. You're in charge of personnel, that's fine by me.

But only I can understand this situation.

And I alone can solve it.

I know which cards to play, you hear me?

The operation is still on.

Sleep tight, I'll solve everything in 24 hours.

Goodbye!

He's dead-set on screwing me.

You can pull out, if you want to.

No. I want to see how you get out of this.

Smart move. You're in for a promotion.

Give me one of those.

You know...

From a certain point of view, Harry's doing us a favour.

While he's in there, he can't get in touch with the African.

He can't be any trouble.

Come on, bring in the coffee.

Put it on the table.

Now get back out there.

Open the boxes and spread the corn flakes outside.

On both sides.

Come here! Run!

Just try it, see what happens.

Spread them out.

Come here!

Close to the wall, and by the door too.

Run away!

Careful. Any tricks and I'll kill your friend.

What are you waiting for? Come here!

You drink it.

Give some to the cowboy, too.

I'll wait an hour, to make sure it's not spiked.

You were wonderful.

No, honey...

I'm a coward.

I must... I must tell you the truth.

I wasn't being brave.

I was coughing for real.

I couldn't hold it in.

It's OK, don't worry. We'll make it. We have to.

What are you two up to?

Harry, can you hear me?

It's me, Renata. Your wife.

Tell him you love him.

I love you, Harry. -Louder!

I love you so much, Harry!

Please, call me on the phone.

I want to talk to you, honey.

You must come out from there.

They've promised they won't harm you.

"At least free the hostages."

Please, at least free the hostages!

Mr Harry Lambert...

We know you're an officer at the US embassy.

Mr Lambert, your wife is here.

Why don't you speak to her?

Harry!

Don't kill any more. Please!

Think of your son.

I'll never understand women.

Go tell her to stop.

No, Mister! No!

Hello? -Stop, stop! Make her stop!

Are you both OK?

Yes. Nothing happened.

Aren't you done with that terrorist yet?

He's not a terrorist, madam. Just a criminal.

Well, it's a hell of a racket.

I beg you to be patient. It will be over soon.

Hey, Mister!

You're a "VIP," then! You're someone!

Did you think I was some random piece of shit?

You're a diplomat. Why are you doing this?

Why do you think?

You think there's something wrong up here?

Or maybe... I'm a junkie?

No marks. Take a good look, honey.

You're almost an ambassador!

And what's so fucking special about ambassadors?

I played cards with Lambert two days ago.

He seemed quite normal. -Unbelievable.

What do you think?

Nothing. I don't understand.

Despite knowing him so well?

He's your friend, isn't he? -I still don't get it.

Hello?

It's the police. Lambert wants to talk to you.

I'll take it.

Just a moment, Mr Dannahay.

I believe the call is for me.

Commissioner? This is Ambassador Carson.

Yes. Patch him through.

Ambassador Carson?

That's me. Mrs. De Mauro? -Yes.

First of all, you have my sincere regret

over your current predicament.

I promise I'll do all I can to get you safely out of there.

Now let me speak to Mr Harry Lambert, please.

He doesn't want to, sir.

He refuses. -But he asked for me.

Please, madam. Convince him to talk to me.

Madam, I must talk to him personally.

He also wants to talk to you, but in this room.

He wants you in here, within an hour.

You won't go, of course. Right?

I believe that's my choice, Mr Dannahay.

If you go, not only will you endanger your own life.

Our hands will be utterly tied!

Lambert will hold all the cards. He could ask for anything.

Like what, for example?

Terrorist activity has been on the rise lately.

We can't afford this kind of precedent...

You're mistaken. Lambert is no terrorist.

He must have stumbled into deep trouble.

This is a cry for help.

It's not that simple.

Thank you, Dannahay. You can get back to your job.

My job includes your safety. -Mr Osborne already tends to that.

It's my duty, too! -You've done enough already.

Mr Ambassador, may we confer in private?

We have evidence... irrefutable evidence...

that Lambert has been spying against the United States.

What?

And you're telling me now?

He leaked secrets to a foreign government.

Which government? What secrets?

What is going on? -I'm sorry, sir. I can't tell you.

You can't tell me, a United States ambassador

something that concerns an embassy officer?

I'm not authorised to. -Not authorised?

Damn you lot!

You think we're nothing but puppets, don't you?

Well, I won't be strung along any longer.

You could speak to my superiors.

Thank you, but I only answer to the State Department.

And if you won't tell me what I want to know...

Lambert himself will.

Mr Ambassador.

Urgent call from Virginia for Mr Dannahay.

What else is going on, Dannahay?

Lambert wants to see the ambassador.

He'll take him hostage to blackmail us. -Great.

Why didn't you talk the Italian police into offing the bastard?

I don't lead the Italian police!

Nor anything else. Ferguson's replacing you.

Ferguson? What can he do?

Find a solution. -Listen, I'm the only one who...

Connors... Connors!

We've tracked down Lambert's girlfriend, Maria Soli.

Who gives a crap about her?

The ambassador's the problem now.

It's too dangerous.

Once you go in, he could kill you.

Why should he kill me?

He asked for me because he needs me alive.

You know I'm right. Don't try to calm me down.

I don't want to be a hero's widow.

And I don't want to be a hero. -Then why go?

I have to. If I don't, what would they think of me?

I don't care what people think.

What about our children? My university students?

They'd lose all respect for me.

But if people will respect you for doing it

it means it's dangerous.

Come in.

Pardon, sir. The Italian Foreign Minister is here.

Promise you won't go.

We'll discuss it later. -Promise me.

Later, darling. Don't worry. -Please.

Dear Minister, I would have come to you, if...

Let's skip the formalities.

I'm here to inform you that our government

has no intention of meeting that man's demands.

We advise you not to meet with him.

I appreciate your advice, but...

That man is an embassy officer.

And he's asked for me personally.

I know him well, and I think...

I hope I can make him see reason.

We can't let you take risks.

Our police will handle it. -How?

By jeopardising the hostages' lives?

Then they'd rightly say we value the lives of ordinary citizens

far less than that of an ambassador.

...Forrest for CBS, live from Rome.

We're outside the Hilton Hotel.

Five minutes ago, Ambassador Carson left the US embassy.

It appears that Mr Carson, despite opposition

from both the Italian government and the US State Department

has elected to meet Harry Lambert's criminal demands.

Until now, Lambert was among our most promising young diplomats.

No one has managed to explain his current behaviour

which most are attributing to sudden insanity.

If that is the case, Mr Carson made a risky choice.

The ambassador's car just pulled up outside the hotel.

The ambassador has dismounted and is entering the building.

Sir, have you spoken to Lambert?

I haven't yet, no.

But I'm about to meet him in person.

Everyone is worried for your safety, sir.

An officer from my embassy has killed three men.

Two of them Italian citizens.

It's a senseless, foolish tragedy.

I believe it's my duty to my host country

to show my regret by making him see reason.

Sir, you're risking your life.

That may be, but I have to.

This must end.

You're making a big mistake.

Anyway, in these cases it's best to empty your pockets.

Don't carry anything he could use.

You know your job well, Mr Dannahay.

I hope you know yours.

Remember: Knock three times, slowly.

Stand beside the door as you do.

Room 845, is that correct? -Yes, sir.

Mr Lambert?

Mr Lambert, the ambassador is approaching the door.

You?

Message from the White House. It's from the President.

He's worried for the ambassador.

All of America is worried.

We must get him out alive.

Excellent idea, Jack. Why don't you do it?

We're now live on every TV network.

Too many US ambassadors have been killed already.

I don't think the public will accept another.

What happened to Vincent?

He just said he must talk to you immediately.

What about the African? -He booked a flight tomorrow.

East African Airways with a stopover in Cairo.

He's going home? -Looks that way.

What else?

He withdrew a large sum from three banks. Cash.

100,000 dollars.

For whom? -Not me.

Strange how Ermu seems able to contact Lambert at will.

He made an even stranger phone call.

To whom?

You'll be surprised. -Out with it.

To Maria Soli.

What's this? A funeral wake?

We were photographed an hour ago.

You were photographed?

Where?

Leaving the hotel.

God dammit! Why were you all together?

Did you see who it was, at least? -A boy.

A boy...

A blonde boy, about 12, with an Instamatic.

Were you there too? -No.

Better than nothing.

How far away was he? -10, 12 metres.

I chased him, but he was fast.

He hopped into a waiting car.

What make? -It was a Triumph.

Who was driving?

I ran after them, but I couldn't see.

You're out of shape, Vincent!

And you're out of the game.

Ferguson will be here tomorrow morning to replace you.

We no longer take orders from you.

Wait, Udomi.

Fine, then.

Ferguson arrives tomorrow.

In the meantime, what do you intend to do?

Just sit on your ass?

I know I can do this.

But I need your help.

Let's go.

Where?

To look for a 12-year-old blond boy with an Instamatic.

Go, Ringo! Come on!

Go on, run faster!

Catch it!

Catch the ball!

You're so bad at this, Ringo!

Go back to the hotel, you three.

And stay there.

Take a good look at that boy.

Do you see anything odd about his behaviour?

No.

Goldie. -Yes?

Tail the African. Make sure he doesn't get those pictures.

Once this is all over...

you'll say I only remained for the agency's sake.

That I stayed strong out of love for my country.

But I'm still calling the shots.

Hey! Watch the road.

Tell me, Dan...

Why so smug-looking, huh?

Lambert asked for black coffee, remember?

But as long as I've known him, he's put milk in it.

Maybe it was the stress, I figured.

Then that tourist said he had a Southern accent.

Lambert's from Chicago. Maybe she was wrong!

But what about the African?

Why withdraw $100,000?

Why did he book a flight?

Then Lambert's son photographs our men.

"Just because his father asked him to."

But if a boy finds out his father is a murderer

who's holding three hostages

and could be dead before the day ends...

why's he playing happily with his dog?

I give up. What does it mean?

That we had it all wrong from the start.

That's Lambert's car.

Are you Maria Soli?

I am.

I'm looking for a friend. Harry Lambert.

Hey, Dan!

What brings you here?

Hi, Harry.

Good morning, Mr Lambert.

You misplaced a rifle, Harry.

A rifle?

That's right.

What are you talking about?

As we speak, a hundred policemen armed to the teeth

are staking out the Hilton Hotel

in hallways, behind corners and cars...

standing by to shoot Harry Lambert on sight.

What?

That's right.

Some guy killed three men with your gun.

He's barricaded inside a room with three hostages.

One of them is the US ambassador. I'm not kidding.

All evidence pointed to you, including your absence.

And you believed I could be a killer?

Well, the rifle was yours.

You'd have thought the same.

But if I came here, it's because I doubted it!

Who'd pretend to be me?

And why?

Hey, Dan... Listen.

We found pictures and negatives at Maria Soli's place.

That solves our security issue, at least.

Having his son take the pictures was quite the risk.

Almost a stroke of genius.

The boy had fun and asked no questions.

Indeed.

There's still one problem. What to do with that spy?

Dan!

Dan!

Where's Harry?

Harry!

Hey, champ...

Won't you greet your dad?

Sure. -Off you go, then.

Roy!

So, Dannahay.

Our gun thief is still faceless and nameless.

He called again. He's hungry.

What are your plans for us, Mr Grayson?

I don't want to hear that name, understood?

Don't call me that again.

Listen, I know about your illness.

I can promise you the best care and professionals.

You won't end up in prison.

You could even come with me. I'm leaving...

I'm supposed to leave for the States tomorrow.

Sit down. You, tie him up.

I don't want to go to a clinic.

I don't even want my old job back.

What I want is reparations.

God damn you all.

You squeezed me like a lemon and tossed me away.

Now I want what I'm owed!

I'm watching you! Tie those knots tight.

Stay behind my men.

Go on, bring it in.

Hey!

Stay back! Back!

Under the napkin.

I'll count to five... then I'll kill you!

Shoot him.

One! -Come on. Do it now!

Two! -Shoot him!

Three!

Come back!

What were you thinking?

If he kills someone, I'll lock you up!

I swear you'll pay for this!

It's Moreno. Let me speak to him.

Yes, room 845!

Assholes!

That bitch...

Who's gonna go first?

You, cowboy?

Why me? What have I done to you?

Will killing one of us make you feel better?

I reckon it might.

How will it help you?

It won't improve your situation.

I suppose not.

I suppose not...

Yes, Cap'n.

You're right, Cap'n.

It's my fault, Cap'n.

Yes, I'm guilty.

Trash like me is better disposed of.

No, my friends, no...

You won't get me this time.

This is Moreno. -Yes, Commissioner?

What do you wish me to say?

Tell him not to call again. I'm sick of 'im.

I'll call if I need anything.

He says not to call him. He'll call if he needs you.

Tell him they shot against my orders.

Humour him.

That was foolish and hot-headed, Mr Dannahay.

Try it again and I'll arrest you.

Is that clear?

Yes, of course.

But at least now we know his name.

Grayson. His name is Grayson.

The ambassador knows him well.

Found him. Douglas James Grayson.

Born January 7th, 1940 in Fort Worth, Texas.

Went to school there, yada, yada...

Military service: Assigned to Special Forces.

Medical history...

In Thailand, he contracted a disease affecting the nervous system

causing temporary impairment, usually on the left side

and memory loss.

Hospitalised in Phoenix, Arizona.

He was deemed cured of the disease

but his memory and behaviour were slower to recover.

Employment history...

It says here he worked for three months as a chauffeur

at the US embassy in Rome, on a veterans' employment programme.

Dismissed for poor performance.

Grayson...

Of course. He could never remember the road plan.

One day he circled Piazza Indipendenza for half an hour.

He'd forgotten where he was headed. We fired him.

That was when he forgot the ambassador's address.

It felt like a comedy skit.

He'd been there 20 times, at least.

The ambassador never complained, but HR tried to find him another job.

Nobody wanted him.

That's how he ended up as Lambert's personal chauffeur.

What does he want?

The lady's husband is here.

Mr De Mauro!

Is it true you left an important business trip to be here?

My wife is more important than any business.

Are you going to file for divorce?

I've always been against it.

Do you intend to sue Jack Perry?

Do you have a cigarette?

I brought yours. I figured you'd smoke a lot up there.

How kind.

How was the cruise? Did you sign the contract?

They're tough customers, but I'm almost there.

I invited them to Portofino next Saturday.

Are you in?

Who else will be there? -Your brother-in-law.

Marbelli-Susa and his wife.

Fine.

Mrs De Mauro, please look this way.

Just one more, please. -Look this way, madam...

Mrs De Mauro, please!

Thank you! Thank you, madam.

I think they used Grayson to throw us off.

No, no...

Lambert is pulling a high-stakes gambit.

He'd never use a lunatic like Grayson.

Their only connection is the gun.

It's gonna be a hell of a night.

The CIA wants us to get Lambert.

The State Department wants us to save the ambassador...

and the public wants Grayson dead.

All before dawn.

Mr Dannahay...

$500,000 in $20 notes, you hear?

In a briefcase.

$500,000 inside a briefcase.

A chopper up there. -A chopper on the rooftop.

And a jet waiting at the airport. -A jet at the airport.

With a good in-flight movie.

I don't know if a helicopter can land on the roof.

Sure it can, shithead! -OK, we'll ready a platform.

Mister? -And also... hold on.

I think I'm going to faint.

I wish you'd drop dead, but I need you.

OK. I want four parachutes.

Four? But there are three of you.

I know that, dear. But I still want four.

And four identical guns.

Only one must be loaded. And add spare bullets.

Four guns. Three empty, one loaded.

Four long, black raincoats, all identical.

Four identical motorcycle helmets

and four pocket flashlights, also identical.

OK, that's all.

Four helmets and four flashlights, all identical.

When and where will you free the hostages?

What a fucking dumb question!

It's no use insisting.

Pay attention, here comes a surprise.

The delivery man must be about six feet tall.

He'll be my fourth hostage for as long as I need him.

And... please, don't send me a policeman.

Keep writing.

At 8:30pm sharp, the hotel must go dark.

The whole surrounding area, too.

Those are my orders. Get busy.

What do you think, Mr Ambassador?

Not bad for a country boy, huh?

He'll free the hostages mid-flight.

That's what the chutes are for. But why a fourth man?

The height matches his, the actor's, and the ambassador's.

Four raincoats, four helmets...

The snipers won't know who's who. They'll hold their fire.

He's clever, like all lunatics.

I'll place my best shots up there.

That's not the solution.

Our best bet is the fourth man.

I'll go.

You've risked enough already.

We Americans have to resolve this ourselves.

Right, Moreno?

I'll go.

No. -Why not?

Because. -Do you wish to go yourself?

Are you kidding?

Why me?

For a lot of reasons.

Mainly because the ambassador went thinking he'd find you.

You have a moral obligation.

It's a matter of honour.

Of principle, you mean.

Whatever you like. You're the diplomat.

You're what matters.

Matter for what? -For appearances' sake.

Sadly, appearances always matter the most.

The US ambassador put his life on the line

for a man he believed was on his staff.

A close collaborator.

You.

He did it all for you, Harry.

If that's not reason enough, I can give you another.

Fine. Just get me a drink first.

Sure.

The other main reason is...

if you don't go, I'll have to send one of my men.

Or Moreno will send one of his.

And when Grayson finds out it's a cop, it will be carnage.

What do you think, Osborne? -I agree.

It's different if you go.

He knows you. He was your chauffeur. He likes you.

He even stole your gun! Kidding.

Why do you want to involve me?

I don't. Whether you go is your decision.

But think about it.

Yesterday they thought you were a killer.

Tomorrow you could be a hero.

Now that's a career boost!

A promotion, better pay... Come in!

Here's the money.

Osborne, can you take this to Moreno?

Come have a look.

The Mexican patio is here.

The helicopter will be waiting here.

Grayson and the hostages will exit through this door.

The whole area will be in total darkness.

From here to here...

Grayson will be in the open for two minutes.

That's when we must strike.

If he gets to the chopper, we're screwed.

Are you kidding?

What can I do in two minutes, unarmed?

You won't be unarmed.

You think he won't search me? He's not an idiot!

You'll have no gun until you're on the terrace.

What do you mean?

If you agree to do it...

you'll find a loaded gun here, by the door.

Grayson will have no way out.

Am I supposed to kill him? -Yes.

Who gives me the right? -I do.

You make it sound too easy.

It's a walk in the park, Harry.

You can't force me to accept.

I can't and won't. But you have no choice.

If you go, you'll be a hero.

If you don't, you'll be despised.

When do we start?

You already have.

Go and call Renata.

Don't mention the situation. No need to worry her.

You'll be home for dinner by 9pm.

Thank you.

Hello, Parenti. -Hi.

Lambert ran straight to phone the African.

We tapped his call.

He's quite persistent.

He won't call off his dirty little deal.

They're meeting tonight, at 11pm.

Midnight at the latest, if there's a hold-up.

Lambert seems confident the Hilton thing will be a cakewalk.

So am I.

If all goes well, he'll be a national hero.

And heroes are above all suspicion.

True.

Is Maria Soli in on it?

He's doing it all for her, but she knows nothing.

Nothing but a love story.

Connors wants you to call him.

I'm not here.

This is the route to the roof. -Clear the whole passage.

Everybody out.

Empty, both of them.

Try without looking. It will be dark.

Try again.

Relax, don't get nervous.

Go on.

Perfect! Well done.

Are we agreed, Commissioner?

Come, I'll show you when to shoot.

Once you're here, empty the clip into him.

Fine, I'll shoot him. But why butcher him?

No risks, Lambert. The entire clip.

Dannahay is right.

Back to our drills.

Snipers on the tower!

Snipers on the tower, attention!

No one is to fire until I give the order.

That goes for you too, you hear?

Attention, down there! Clear the rooftop!

The Hilton drama has reached its final act.

All the requests from the man in Room 845

were granted without exception.

As we speak, Commissioner Moreno

and Mr Dannahay from the US embassy security detail

are escorting the fourth man demanded by the criminal

in order to enact his escape plan.

Mr Grayson, can you hear me?

The fourth man is approaching the door.

Shut the door.

Leave the stuff there.

That's close enough.

Why did they send you, Lambert?

I'm six feet tall, and we know each other.

You're no friend of mine, Lambert.

You were glad to see me sacked like a dog.

Face the wall.

Raise your arms.

Can't I at least test the merchandise?

Lambert! Lambert!

It's nothing. He was just trying the gun.

Come on, you two. Out!

He'll kill me this time. I'm sure of it.

No, he needs us both alive. Just play along.

He's a bloodthirsty killer! -No. He's very insecure.

We mustn't anger him, if we want to get out alive.

Pick up that lamp.

Out, I said!

You go first.

Turn around.

OK, go.

Come here, cowboy. Move it.

Lambert? -Hello, sir.

Who sent you?

Dannahay.

Dannahay chose you? How is that possible?

What do you mean, sir?

Stop blabbing and get dressed.

Put your raincoats on.

Now the helmets.

Hello? -Is everything ready?

Yes, Grayson. It's all there.

No police in the hallway, nor on the stairs.

The coast is clear.

Come out when you're ready.

The four parachutes are aboard the helicopter.

May I speak to the ambassador?

One of us will carry the money.

Hold your fire. It may be the ambassador.

It's time, Dan.

Switch on the flashlights.

Good.

Hold them and the guns waist-high, like I do.

Now move.

Remember, my gun is loaded.

One wrong move and I'll shoot you!

Move!

Stay close together and don't stop unless I tell you.

You go first, Mr Lambert.

Mr Ambassador, you'll carry the briefcase.

To the right, Mr Lambert! Hurry up, cowboy.

Keep close together.

They just left the room.

To the right. There's a staircase.

Right. Here we are.

Lambert, where are you going?

Go left.

The chopper is this way.

There's another exit to the left. We just passed it.

This way's closer to the chopper!

I said left. Move it.

You're mistaken. It's this way. -Go left or I'll shoot.

Lambert, do as he says. -For the love of God, obey!

Come on, move.

Open the door. Open it!

It's locked from the outside.

You try it. -Get out of the way!

Fine. We'll use the other one.

Stop right there.

Switch off the lights.

Throw them on the floor.

Get in front, cowboy.

Hurry up!

Hold it.

We have to switch places.

What's happening?

Don't shoot! It's me. Don't shoot!

I knew it!

It wasn't possible.

It's a miracle. I'm alive!

As soon as I heard the shots, I hit the floor.

It was a miracle!

But... you...

Got a smoke?

This operation will end up in the handbooks.

Call the men. Operation Africa is go.

Everything alright? -I'm fine.

Lambert wasn't so lucky, it seems.

Yes, he was unlucky.

Enjoy your retirement, Mr Ambassador.

I'm not retiring. I'm going back to teaching.

I have a lot to tell my students.

Good.

I hope you'll tell them the truth.

I will.

Are you alright, sir? -Your wife is waiting for you.

Thank God it's over, sir. -Are you alright?

I can't wait to relax...

How could Lambert miss those first two shots?

A crack shot like him?

Too nervous, I guess.

Or maybe his first two shots were blanks

giving Grayson the chance to fire back.

I'm not following you.

It almost looks as if someone used Grayson

to get rid of Lambert.

Do you follow now?

Who loaded Lambert's gun? -What are you getting at?

Well...

I guess it's better not to stick one's nose...

in family quarrels.

Yes, you're right.

Lambert was an old friend of yours, wasn't he?

He was.

Good night, Mr Dannahay.

Good night.