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Watch the wall on the left!

I need a line!

I found her!

I found her!

I need some help down here!

I need it now!

Anybody hear me?

Get down here now!

Come on!

Shepherd! Burr!

I got her!

I can't move! Come down here now!

Hold on. They'll be here.

Move!

We heard a voice.

Help me!

I can't breathe!

Help me! Help me out!

Help me move her!

Bring up the Skycam. Pan it left.

Show me what God sees.

Okay, Camera 2, show me the stands.

- Three, give me the ice. - Okay, graphic is up.

Put Game 7 on preset.

How many technicians are going to be inside the arena?

We got 12 cameramen, six support. That's 18.

- I want to limit their access. - It is.

Technicians and announcers are the only ones cleared.

Hey, Spota, let us in.

Work don't stop just because the Vice President's coming...

- you know, babe. - Must be Republicans.

Having everybody check in through one gate like this...

- is a real pain in the butt. - It's only one night.

Yeah, but it's the last game of the Stanley Cup...

and having the Vice President here...

turns a headache into a concussion.

I didn't even vote for this guy.

That's what makes what you do such a special gesture.

"Hello, Pittsburgh, and here we are."

"The seventh game of the Stanley Cup finals."

"Penguins and Hawks."

"Penguins in a come-from-behind victory..."

"to shut down the Hawks."

Shit.

Sorry, but my dog's missing.

We're out here looking for him.

- Is it bad? - What?

You think this might be good?

- Let me see your license. - Sure.

Move.

We are going to steal your car.

Don't get killed over it, huh?

It's the last game, we've got a couple of minutes to go.

Just 15 seconds to go before it comes down into the ice.

He skates up to off center. He knocks down one defender.

He knocks down another one.

He's skating like a madman, around the ice.

He gets to the blue line. He shoots.

And he scores!

Scratch my back with a hack...

Yes!

Dad!

Hey.

That's a fancy new stick.

Michael gave it to me.

Hi. How are you, Darren?

Darren, what are you doing here?

You can't stay. We're just getting ready to leave.

- It's his birthday. - You've got him all day tomorrow.

I just got these. I thought the kids might want to...

We're all going out to dinner.

Looks like those might be Penguin tickets.

- They are. - It's the seventh game.

Vice President's going to be there.

Daddy! Daddy!

Hey, that's my hat!

I can wear it. Mom said I could.

I did?

You know what that means?

- Not a clue. - It means "I love you."

I love you, too.

She's practicing to be deaf, but that's still my hat.

I'll get you a new one at the game.

Darren, you can't just show up here...

and take them without talking to me first.

Besides, you only have two tickets.

- I'm working at the arena. - You're back to work, Dad?

Your dad's a fire inspector at the game.

It's very important work.

Are you a fireman again, Daddy?

Kind of, yeah.

Kathi tells me it's only temporary.

He was trying to save a little girl...

Are we going to the game?

Don't do this again. I mean it.

It's not fair to the kids or me.

I promise.

Excuse me.

This is Andrew, he's the head chef.

Nobody goes in that elevator, and I mean nobody.

Even if they have proper ID, unless this man says it's okay.

If he doesn't know them, they don't get in that elevator.

After you finish serving the Vice President's party...

this kitchen is closed, and everyone goes home.

Have I made myself clear?

- Abundantly. - That's how I like it. Abundantly.

Mrs. Ferrara?

Yes?

Let's just stroll into your house, like I'm your favorite nephew.

Ackerman, Akers. Come on, Mac.

Mr. McCord, make sure the building doesn't burn down.

Go on through, Mr. Mac.

And who's this beauty?

This is my daughter, Emily, and my son, Tyler.

Want a stamp?

Love a stamp.

Hey! Can you guys play after we get in?

Hey, hold your horses. I'm getting a stamp, here.

I'll never wash this hand again.

- See you later, Mr. Mac. - Okay.

Joan.

Hi, Darren. Are you working tonight?

Yeah, after I take Tyler into the locker room.

Hey, could you give Emily a look at Icey?

Icey always loves company. Come on, Emily,

I'm going to show you where Icey is, okay?

Icey. Big deal.

Some fat guy in a ratty penguin suit.

That blonde you're staring at, she's the fat guy.

- What's he doing? - Shaping the blade.

They're like horseshoes. You get them hot enough...

you can bend them.

You recognize him?

Yeah. Luc Robitaille.

He waved at me.

You see that, Dad? Luc Robitaille waved at me.

Come on, I'll introduce you. He won't bite.

Luc, this is Tyler McCord and his father, Darren.

Hi, Tyler, how are you?

- Dad, what did he say? - He thinks they're going to win.

Hey! That's Brad Tolliver!

Dad, he doesn't have a rocking chair.

A what?

My Dad said you should be sitting in a rocking chair...

- instead of on the ice. - Is that so?

You play hockey, Tyler?

No, but my dad played. He was a goalie.

A little semi-pro in Canada. It was a long time ago.

Come by some afternoon.

I'll show you the difference between the game you played...

and the one I play.

I can see the difference.

I got this one, man.

- All clear? - Yes.

- Did you boys have fun? - Luc Robitaille talked to me...

and we saw Brad Tolliver close up.

Your friends are going to be so jealous of you.

- I want to go with Icey. - So does Tyler.

Icey has to hit the stands, guys.

I'll see you later, okay? Bye.

Andrew, this is Emily and Tyler.

Pleasure.

I'll be right back.

Come here. I want to show you something.

Cool!

That's why you won't hear anybody complain about my cooking.

At least not to my face.

You got a burned-out light bulb.

Could you change it? I've got my hands full.

Sure.

Is that what Daddy does, change light bulbs?

No, Emily. He's just helping out.

Firemen don't do that kind of stuff.

- What kind of stuff? - Nothing.

When are we going to sit down?

"Frequent Flyer is in and on his way to the locker room."

Keep him moving.

"I think here, tonight, the Penguin fans..."

"are really anxious to see for the first time, the Penguins..."

Do you have any cookies?

You force your way in here with a gun and now I have to feed you?

You don't have to. But I still have the gun.

I think I have some Fig Newtons.

Hey! Caution.

Caution keeps you safe.

I keep my machine gun in with the produce.

Okay, Veep's coming in. Let's get decent!

Christ, Jefferson, it's a locker room.

Duckerman, why don't you put on a jock?

Well, at least you're covering the right head.

Don't worry. Let's go.

All right, guys...

I'm privileged to introduce Vice President Daniel Bender.

He's a big hockey fan and he'd like to say a few words.

"A few words." There's an optimist.

I want to wish you all the best of luck and...

Are you Democrats or Republicans?

Neither, sir. Canadians.

Well, in that case, good luck.

And I hope to toast your championship after the game.

Sir, are you going to say the same thing to the Blackhawks?

Of course. Nice outfit, Duckerman.

"Two nights ago in Chicago...

"with the Blackhawks on the brink of elimination..."

It's time!

I want you to pick up the phone...

and dial 555-1793.

That's my husband's work number.

It certainly is.

When you get him on the line...

say only what's written on this.

Kitchen. Yeah. Hold on.

Andrew, it's your wife.

- Hello? - Andy...

We have your wife.

"Follow her instructions."

"They will not hurt me...

if you do as they say."

"If you give any indication that something is wrong...

they will kill me."

"When you go to the Vice President's box...

you will take two new assistants with you...

escorted by two security men. Get them into the box."

"That's all you need to do."

"That's all you need to know."

Who are these men?

"How will I know them?"

In 30 seconds, you'll know.

I swear this. If you hurt my wife, I'll...

You'll what? Burn my toast?

Mr. Ferrara?

Yes?

Are these men yours?

Yes. They're mine.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen."

"The National Hockey League presents..."

"Game 7 of the Stanley Cup finals."

"The Chicago Blackhawks and the Pittsburgh Penguins."

As we get ready for the final game of the Stanley Cup finals...

you can feel the electricity in the air...

it sends a chill up your spine, Paul.

One of these clubs is going to skate with Lord Stanley's cup...

here at Civic Arena ice tonight.

"Listen to the crowd, Mike. They're going crazy."

Here's to a great game.

Great if we win, not so great if we lose.

We are ready.

Thank you, everybody. You may leave now.

Mr. Ferrara will close up your stations.

"Singing of our National Anthem."

Who the hell are you?

I love that part.

Well, got to go.

This place is going crazy right now.

You know, you could not beg, borrow or steal a ticket...

outside this building before the game tonight.

I don't care if you were packing heat, you couldn't get in here.

Eddie Belfour starts in goal for Chicago.

Amazingly, Brad Tolliver will play...

for the Penguins even though he can hardly walk today.

Much less skate with a fever of 104.

And here we go. Game 7 of the Stanley Cup finals.

And the Chicago Blackhawks control the opening face-off.

They're working up into Pittsburgh territory...

putting pressure on the Penguins early.

Graham, slap shot! Tolliver makes the save.

Please, he needs a doctor.

No!

Not anymore. Go ahead.

Dead heroes get the best funerals.

Thanks for your help, Andrew.

His wife's recently deceased.

He would have been lonely without her.

I hope that clarifies the urgency of this mission.

Only your best behavior's going to be good enough.

That agent's name was Eddie Caline.

He has a 5-year-old boy, a 3-year-old little girl...

and his wife's pregnant.

- I'll send a card. - What do you want?

What do I want?

World peace, an end to bigotry and no more mini-malls.

What am I going to get?

And I am going to get it.

That, boys and girls, is really hot.

- What is your objective? - My objective?

I get funny all over when you talk like that.

I know just what you're thinking.

Evaluate the situation, calculate potential losses...

and take appropriate action.

Let me do that for you.

The situation is hopeless.

The losses would be unacceptable.

So the appropriate action is for you to do nothing...

and keep your f**king mouth shut.

What kind of lunatic are you?

The best kind.

You can keep calling me names if it makes you feel better.

Throw me your earpiece and your mic.

Robitaille with a center pass. That's just going to miss.

We are still scoreless in Game 7.

Period Number 1, the Hawks and Pens.

Watch Lohman. He's got eyes in the back of his head.

They must be closed.

- Gross! - I have some work to do.

I'll be back before the period ends. You two, stay right here.

I'll go, too, so you'll have company.

Thanks, sweetheart, but you stay with Tyler.

Now you won't be by yourself.

Thank you.

I mean it. Don't leave your seats.

In case you want a soda.

But don't get out of your seats to get it.

We get the idea, Dad.

Hey, what's that?

Nothing.

What's Daddy got to do?

Probably change more light bulbs.

I thought you said firemen don't do that kind of stuff.

Dad's not really a fireman anymore, Emily.

A steal by Stevens. He walks into the Chicago end.

Slap shot! He shoots and scores!

Kevin Stevens gives the Penguins the opening goal.

Get in the fast lane, Grandma.

The bingo game is ready to roll.

Hey!

"He doesn't know whether to cry or wind his watch."

Hey!

"The Penguins have scored."

Hey!

"That one came off Steve Smith..."

"the Chicago defenseman, and finds the net."

"Pittsburgh goal, his 11th in the play-offs..."

"scored by Number 25..."

"Kevin Stevens!"

Face-off at center ice. Naslund of the Penguins controls.

He jumps into the Chicago end with the Penguins...

"leading 1-0 in Game 7."

"Mike, closer than we expected, the hitting here..."

"early in the game, has been ferocious."

If the smoke bothers anyone, you can speak up.

There's no reason to kill anyone else.

Nobody's a threat to you.

You know, I voted for you. I really did.

It's your sincerity and your compassion.

You happen to be wrong.

There may be a reason to kill someone else.

There's bound to be resistance to my "objective".

So I can only assure you that I won't kill any more people...

than it takes to convince everyone of my sincerity.

Will you make that cow stop moaning?

What's that? An invitation to the White House.

Open it and read it.

Don't.

Out loud.

It's nothing but a bunch of numbers.

And they wonder why this economy's so f**ked up.

Those are the numbers of 13 bank accounts in five US banks...

that belong to three different countries that our government...

has frozen for a variety of reasons.

They represent a total deposit of 1,700,000,000 dollars.

Christ, it runs in the family.

During the course of this game...

all that money is going to be released...

and transferred to banks of my choice.

- That's impossible. - At least one-third of the money...

must be moved during each of the three periods of the game.

If, at the end of the first period's...

the deposits are behind, one of you will die.

If we're still lagging at the end of the second period...

two of you will die. At the end of the third period...

everyone in this building will die.

You have no idea of the complexity...

I had an idea.

I had this idea...

and we are going to make it work or we're going to die trying.

You will call the President, and on flash precedence priority...

he will call the Secretary of State...

and Secretary of the Treasury.

Then banks will be notified and the money will begin to move.

Or it won't.

And if it doesn't, when the game ends...

everyone in this box and in this arena will die...

by explosion, fire and panic.

Enough bombs have been planted in this building...

to stop all the clocks in the hemisphere.

You'll die with us.

Could be.

I don't think anyone with manicured fingernails...

wearing a 10,000 dollars wristwatch is planning on blowing himself up.

15,000 dollars wristwatch.

I'm not sure if I like you.

When I make up my mind, you'll be the first to know.

- You're out of your mind. - Me?

I'm not one paying some Neanderthal 40 million dollars...

to skate up and down a slab of ice.

Call the White House.

You need the number?

Left wing pass down to Steve Smith...

I've got every agent converging on the arena.

And we'll get all the support we need from local PD.

The FBI won't be necessary. He's our asset.

We lost him, we'll get him back.

Tell the President I'll keep him fully informed...

until the Vice President's out.

Yes, sir, absolutely. There'll be a total media blackout on this.

We'll inform all news outlets of how serious this is.

Yes, sir, absolutely.

The place is sealed off. No one can go in or out.

And...

We messed up a few times since I've been an agent...

but how the f**k did we lose the Vice President?

Right side, Weinrich fires.

Down the left side, Graham shoots!

Penguins trying to get it out...

The sound in this building is absolutely deafening.

Shot right on, picked up by Dubinsky.

Players are just playing their guts out, right now.

I'll tell you something, it's so loud, right now...

I can hardly hear myself think.

You don't have to think, Mike. This is hockey.

Well, the Hawks' pressure now, under two minutes to go.

Graham moves against Tolliver.

Fires and scores! The Chicago Blackhawks...

have tied this game as Dirk Graham nailed it home...

his fourth of the play-offs.

And the Penguins and Hawks are tied at one in Game 7.

"The Chicago goal, his fourth of the play-offs..."

They haven't moved a dime.

You know, I don't think they believe you.

They're going to sacrifice a life to test my will.

I'm truly disappointed.

Nobody does anything these days because it's right.

They only do it if you make them.

Would you like to vote on who gets the distinction...

of demonstrating my resolve?

You're not giving them enough time.

I told you it couldn't be done that quickly.

Watch how much they accomplish...

during the next period. Now...

Would you all agree that the mayor's wife's been most annoying?

Again trying to make a move.

The Hawks attacking the Penguin territory.

- An Orangeade. - Coke or Sprite.

Sprite.

No, Coke.

Are you sure this time?

"One minute remaining in the first period."

"Sprite. No, Coke. No, Sprite."

Shut up!

You're lucky Daddy's not here!

Why, is there a light bulb that needs changing?

You take that back! Daddy's a fireman!

He's too scared to be a fireman.

- He is not! - Is too.

I hate you.

Hey, Emily! Dad said to stay here!

Hey, Emily!

"Cruising back into the right corner, it'll be Steve Smith."

"Smith back out around. He suddenly lost the puck..."

"and Robitaille heads back down into Chicago territory."

Doesn't look too good.

Graham comes down the slot.

He's stopped by Tolliver...

Hey, Joan, going out to entertain the Veep?

Are you okay?

He can't push it in. He had a chance...

First period, shots on goal, Chicago, 12,

Pittsburgh, eight.

Icey!

Say anything and I'll kill your mother.

"The official Stanley Cup album..."

"is on sale now at the Arena Concourse area."

"Be sure to pick up your copy now..."

- Where's Emily? - She went to the bathroom.

I told you two not to move.

What did you do?

Nothing. She hit me and...

You soaked her.

Don't move. If the building is falling down around you...

you don't move!

Emily!

It's a young wine.

Frisky.

It's almost impetuous, wouldn't you say?

I can't think of any punishment as severe as the one you deserve.

They didn't listen to me and someone died.

Call the President.

Tell him how much fun we're having.

I'm sorry. You're not cleared.

What? The owner just called me.

I'm Icey, the team mascot.

We're here to see the Vice President.

- Who's this? - The owner's niece.

Randy, we got clearance on a Mr. Icey?

Randy?

- Randy. - Mr. Icey's a woman, jerk-off.

Emily!

F**k it.

You owe me a Mother's Day card.

What is this, a day-care center?

She saw me off a guy.

- Then you off her. - I tried.

If you touch her, you lose me as a hostage...

- because you'll have to shoot me... - Mr. Vice President.

Shut up. He's campaigning.

- Who are you here with? - My daddy, and he's a boss.

And he's very brave and he's not afraid.

And he's going to come looking for me, and you'll be sorry.

I'm already sorry.

What do you mean, he's a boss?

He's a head fireman. He makes sure everybody's safe here...

- and there's no fire. - Who is this boss?

He must be a fire marshal.

When we have special events...

Yeah. Go downstairs and see if there's a nervous father...

looking for his daughter.

- What is your name? - Emily.

- Emily what? - McCord.

- And your father's name? - It's McCord, too.

Would you like it if I filled your little mouth with spiders?

- What's his whole name? - Darren Francis Thomas McCord.

Thank you. Let's find out who he is.

Joan, I was trying to catch up with you and Emily.

She wasn't supposed to leave her seat.

I'm Carla. Joan had to go home sick.

But you were with my daughter, Emily.

Yeah, she was lost.

So I took her up to the owner's box.

Come on. We'll go get her.

Second period action about to begin.

The Penguins and Hawks tied at 1.

Penguins control the face-off.

Francis deals it up to the Chicago end.

Jagr will chase it down.

He coughed it up to Steve Smith from the Hawks.

The pass is out. The Penguins...

You've got to get the cops.

My daughter's missing, and someone just tried to kill me.

Show me where this happened.

May I help you?

This is Matthew Hallmark, Secret Service.

- Put the Vice President on. - Hallmark?

Well, I see they care enough to send their very best.

I never heard that one before.

Say hello.

This is Vice President Bender...

- Now you talk to me. - Who are you?

- Is that necessary? - "Yes."

I'm a disillusioned patriot...

with a yen to fulfill my personal ambitions.

- All right. How many are dead? - Counting Secret Service?

By the way, why do you guys tell everybody...

you're Secret Service agents? If it's supposed to be a secret...

don't tell anyone.

How many are dead?

One civilian, but the room is full of candidates.

Don't kill anyone else, you hear me?

You were told the parameters.

Full transfer of funds by the end of this game.

No attempt to storm this box, no attempt to clear the arena.

No helicopters or police vehicles...

encroach on the stadium grounds.

Your demands and timetable are unrealistic.

I'm a positive thinker, Matty.

Now, we know you've already checked on these accounts...

so the wheels are turning.

"By the way, don't make any transfers to the Bentley-owned banks."

Shocking as it may be...

they're CIA fronts.

You were with one of our agencies.

You're wasting some of that unrealistic timetable.

Did he sound like he'd do it?

Kill the Vice President and everybody?

It sounds like he knows way too much.

Chelios, right side of the wing, wide open, going to the net.

Tolliver! A great save there from right in front on Dubinsky.

And back come the Pittsburgh Penguins.

Hawgood's got a man, Robitaille...

but he can't connect on the pass.

- So, where's this 7 foot penguin? - She was there.

I want to go up to the owner's box.

There's a VIP in the box stand, and you don't have clearance.

- Neither does my daughter. - Who knows if that's where she is?

Let's page her over the public address.

Maybe she's just lost.

I made this up? The penguin had a gun.

We'll page it, too.

You said her name was Carla, didn't you?

I always do things like that.

You didn't say her name, did you?

No.

What the f**k is going on?

F**k you. And f**k your kid.

- Where is she? - I don't know.

Is she up in the owner's box?

Maybe. Maybe she went out to dinner.

In a minute, that ear will come off.

All right!

We took the box.

We got people everywhere.

The whole joint's rigged with bombs.

We could bring the whole building down.

What are you, terrorists?

I'm no f**king terrorist. I'm a professional.

- How do I get in the box? - You don't.

Not if you want to see that kid alive.

The game's tied at 1. Chicago puts the pressure on the Penguins.

In the Pittsburgh zone.

Here's Shantz around the net. He knocks it in.

Chicago has taken the lead against the Penguins.

Jeff Shantz, the goal scorer.

This crowd's unhappy, Mike, but you got to give the Hawks credit...

"Joe Murphy helping the play, the Chicago center iceman..."

Joan.

"To Murphy. Murphy backhanded it off the right wing boards..."

"And ahead it goes, into Chicago ice."

"Cam Russell wearing Number 8 in a bright red Chicago uniform."

"For Chicago, every step, every rush is so important."

911, emergency services, Officer Lyons speaking.

"My name is Darren McCord. I'm calling you from..."

"the Civic Arena 555-1923."

"This is not a crank call."

The Vice President is being held hostage...

in the owner's box.

And they've got my daughter, too.

This is Sergeant Kurtz.

Where in the building are you calling from?

Where? The executive offices.

Stay there for 90 seconds and keep the line clear.

The Hawks got a man wide open.

He's a step behind the defense.

Here he comes in on goal. His shot.

Diving to make the save.

- Yeah? - "Mr. McCord?"

Matthew Hallmark, Secret Service. What's your situation?

Lousy.

How long have you known what's going on?

Assume we don't.

Someone is holding the owner's box...

and everybody in it, including my kid.

- What else? - Did you have agents...

posted at a private elevator?

- Two. - "Notify their families."

"Have you had any contact with the aggressors?"

I killed two. Is that contact?

"Look, one of them told me..."

"they're going to bring this whole building down."

What are you going to do about it?

We're still evaluating the situation.

There's no situation!

They want money, a lot of it. Give it to them.

If you f**k around and something happens to my kid...

We're considering every possible response.

If you're not going to pay, say so. I'll get my daughter.

Do not try any kind of rescue.

Do you understand me?

You will jeopardize the life the Vice President...

and everyone else in the arena.

Believe me, we know what the hell we're doing.

Our agents are entering the arena.

You stay where you are.

We're going to do this by the numbers.

What number was that, three?

What I said still goes. Don't do one damn thing.

They've turned this whole place...

into one big bomb. Do you understand?

We have a couple of bomb squads.

They don't do us any good out there.

"I'll find the bombs myself."

McCord, you can't do anything alone!

"I'm not alone."

Watching them operate doesn't give one much hope, does it?

I'm comfortable with whatever strategy they deem appropriate.

Strategy? Shit.

They f**ked up!

Two men should've been stationed in that kitchen...

one with a clean geometrical line of fire...

to every square inch of the room.

And everybody and everything going into that elevator...

should've been searched squat and flat.

And no covered tray should've been allowed up here without inspection.

How long were you in the Service?

I still am.

This is my vacation.

Counterfeit section.

Money's good. You just can't spend it.

"We have confirmation. 1,000 meters."

"1,000 meters. Roger."

"500 meters and closing."

"Tango Alpha, going to start deployment here."

"Sierra Papa deploying."

"Deploy one."

"Deploying two."

"What's your rate of deployment there?"

"Roger."

- "300 feet." - "300 feet. Copy."

"200 feet."

Break off!

Man down!

This is Hallmark.

I said no vehicles on the grounds, no helicopters in the air...

and no agents in the building.

What part of that did you not understand?

Three cars are closing in on the building that missile came from.

Ground the other choppers.

I don't want to take this guy alive.

Penguins slip it back behind the Chicago goal. Cullen with a play.

Sandstrom on it, but he shoots and scores!

Tomas Sandstrom and the Penguins have tied it at 2.

Scratch my back with a hacksaw!

"The Pittsburgh goal, fourth of the play-offs..."

"scored by Number 17, Tomas Sandstrom!"

The cavalry's coming.

Custer was in the cavalry. Let them come.

- "Command." - "Access acquired."

"Roger, we copy that."

"Second team going. Now."

Motorola MX 360, encryption and frequency-hopping capability.

Right out of the company store. You talk, we listen.

Four at the east side entrance.

We got a light blazer, maybe a tan windbreaker...

with a black baseball cap.

A dark yet tasteful windbreaker and a Penguin jacket and dark pants.

We pay these idiots to protect you...

and they're just trying to get you killed.

As a taxpayer, I don't think you're getting our money's worth.

If those guys want to see a hockey game so much...

maybe we should put them on ice.

We're giving it five minutes.

If they don't report, we're moving in.

I don't think there are many options.

That's the President's choice, but I think it's the wrong one.

Unless I get a direct order, I'm getting those guys out.

- Sir. - What?

I think you ought to see this.

Stay back!

Jesus Christ.

Get them out of here.

Penguins gun out of their own end at the center ice.

They work it down the right wing.

Murphy got it and he gave it away.

Here's Mullen. It goes wide off the glove of Eddie Belfour.

John Cullen going behind the Chicago net.

This guy could prove to be a pain in the ass.

He has heroic tendencies.

Don't get so worked up. They'll win.

We've got four minutes left in Period Number 2.

Sutter is centering it into the Chicago zone.

Cullen passes to Larry Murphy.

Murphy backhanded it off the right wing boards.

To the net area, Jagr backhands to keep the play alive.

No, don't! Don't do it!

This place is ready to explode.

The last seconds of play.

Don't!

You just killed two useful members of society.

No! It's being done!

Time's ticking down here.

Maybe you'll do better in the third period.

They're moving some.

They're way behind.

I said one-third at the end of the first period...

one-third at the end of the second period.

I don't see anything even close to that.

No!

Second period shots on goal, Chicago, seven, Pittsburgh...

The mayor has decided not to run for re-election.

Now, for my second selection...

I think...

No, please!

They're moving more.

But it's not that much.

Listen to me, God damn it! You're getting it!

Kids, don't try this at home.

Yeah I've got a message for the board.

Maybe you haven't heard a guy named Bell who invented the phone?

Hey, come on, it's been dead all day.

Which one controls the billboard?

I can't let you do that. I can't let you...

I'm having a real bad day.

You're assuming his detonators are radio-controlled...

we could get someone inside with equipment to jam all frequencies.

Damn!

- C-4. I hope he's wrong. - Not likely.

Arson investigator, lots of commendations.

The problem is...

Is what, sir?

He was taken off-line. He's a head case.

Shit.

And here we go, final period of the Stanley Cup finals!

And the Chicago Blackhawks control the opening face-off.

They'll work it up into Pittsburgh territory...

putting pressure on the Penguins early.

Sir, I have strong reservations about you going alone.

You've got a bloody nose. There's no way to deploy...

any number of men and get close.

Nobody else under my authority is coming out there dead.

How are you going to get from here to there, sir?

Walk! One solitary man shouldn't trigger a deadly response.

If it does, tell my ex-wife her gravy train went off the tracks.

This is the most powerful plastic explosive in the world.

Don't be too quick to pull the trigger.

Save it. I placed some of that stuff.

No detonator, no "ka-boom."

Everybody's an expert.

Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

This is the most powerful plastic explosive in the world.

Do you believe me about the explosives?

Afraid not.

You're McCord. I'm Hallmark.

Have any ID?

I didn't kill you.

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

and putting my daughter's life in danger.

And the Vice President's.

How'd you happen to come down here?

I saw these two and I followed them.

Part of my job is recognizing who's out of place and who isn't.

They didn't seem interested in hockey.

- How'd you kill that guy? - Magic.

I think there's more setups just like this.

- You know where they are? - I made some educated guesses.

These are the points I'd pop if I wanted to bring this place down.

Looks like you marked 15 or 20.

And I'm just hitting the places that would cause...

the most structural damage.

Third period started. We've got less than 20 minutes and we're guessing.

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

Listen. My son is here, too.

If I can't get back to him, he's sitting in D-10.

I'll be there.

Thanks.

Where are the rest of your men?

From the Chicago end, McEachern centers.

Belfour made the stop.

Straka with a quick shot.

Just missed the far post...

Now they're moving it.

Yeah, but where? Check the codes.

Four hundred million to Banco Bilbao Vizcaya, Madrid.

That's one of the counter banks.

And 300 million to Banco Popular, Virgin Islands.

You know, these transfers are being tracked...

no matter what happens here...

You'll never get your hands on the money.

Not all of it. The money will be transferred again to 12 more banks.

I have arrangements with the presidents of two.

So once it's transferred, it's transferred again and again...

all in a matter of minutes.

With each stop, cash is siphoned and rerouted...

some converted to foreign currency...

some to negotiable instruments.

Thanks to the incredibly vast and complicated world of banking...

that our CIA uses to such advantage...

about 500 million dollars will be lost, absorbed by the system.

And the other $1,200,000,000 is just a diversion.

I only wanted enough to pay off my American Express.

You wouldn't be so generous with that information...

if you weren't planning to kill everyone here.

I wonder who gets the Cup if I blow up the building...

before the game is over.

Yeah?

Not on the phone. You know they've got the frequency by now.

Don't go away.

Taken away, and McEachern hustling down the right side.

Coming to the Chicago end.

Moves in towards the net. A backhand shot, off target.

McCord's disarming your bombs.

- Is he guessing? - He's a pretty good guesser.

- Is he alone? - Yeah.

- Why didn't you kill him? - Because two of your goons...

started firing at us. He ran off.

It was all I could do to keep from getting my own ass shot off.

I want him.

I would've had him if you had a little more control over your men.

The only problem my men had is they didn't hit...

- what they were shooting at. - Look, I was there, too.

Nice.

I got the next best thing to the fireman.

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

I know where he's sitting.

Bring him to me.

I always wanted a son.

Greg Smyth against Robitaille.

Quick shot, save made! Rebound. Where's the puck?

Bounces free. Hawgood trying to tee it up.

And stopped by Tolliver.

- Tyler? - Yeah?

Pretty exciting game, huh?

How come you know my name?

Your dad and I are friends. He asked me to come and get you.

He and your sister got invited to sit in the owner's box...

way up there.

Come on, they got big soft chairs and plenty to eat.

My dad told me to stay here, even if the building fell down.

Well if it did come down, up there is where you'd want to be.

Come on.

I'm going to stay here.

I'm going to be embarrassed going back without you.

Do you know my mom?

No, but your dad's invited me over for dinner tomorrow night.

My mom and dad don't live together.

He didn't mention that.

He just said bring you upstairs.

Now don't you think, you should do what you're told?

I am.

Look, I need you to come with me.

I'm with the Secret Service. Come with me now.

Come on! Down in front!

I'll scream.

I told you, I'm with the Secret Service.

And I'm a little kid.

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

Down in front!

Steve Smith finds the lane. He'll skate ahead.

Coming to the Penguin line.

How many did you get?

Four, so far.

Is that all? Christ, I'm just one guy.

How many did you get?

Just one.

You are all alone, aren't you?

You must be real proud.

I'm going to be real rich.

Now, very slowly, I mean very slowly...

pull your hands out of your pockets.

What are you going to do, drown me?

No.

- Yeah? - "Hallmark's dead."

- Who's this? - Tom Castillo, Secret Service.

Tom Castillo.

How you doing, Tom?

I hope you were gentle with Hallmark.

How many hostages besides the Vice President, are still alive?

Oh, now, that's a personal question, Tom.

"Ever been involved in an AOP, Tom?"

I didn't call for conversation. How many are still alive?

Well, at time, you'd probably think I was lying...

no matter what I told you, so...

I'm going to let you talk to a little friend of mine.

Hello?

- "Hello?" - Emily.

Don't let him know it's me. I'll get you out.

"I'll take you home, I promise."

Look around and tell me how many people are there.

12.

Well, now, wasn't that sweet?

She included me, Tom.

Now, you tell me what an AOP is...

or I'm going to shoot this cute little pumpkin.

Listen to me. Listen good.

If you touch her, you look at her cross-eyed, you lose.

How do you figure that, fireman?

Okay, here's the game and here are the rules.

"You've got hostages and you've got your bombs..."

"so you can get your money."

I'm going to try to stop you, but I don't want anyone to get hurt.

"You stop me, you win."

"I get your bombs, I win."

That's the game we're going to play, you piece of shit.

"Now, if you touch her, the game's off."

Then I'll come after you.

"You'll have to kill me in front of everybody in this arena."

There will be panic. The Secret Service, SWAT...

the f**king navy will have to come in here.

Then you don't get your money. You lose, pal.

Well, that's not bad for a civil servant. By the way...

in the Secret Service, AOP is an "assault on principle".

In this case, our esteemed Vice President.

I don't give a shit.

Now, Tom, come on.

If we're going to play, you got to play nice.

So you go run your little ass off.

I know where the bombs are, so I know where you're going.

Then come and get me.

Would you like a glass of wine or a cigarette?

It's customary to offer these minor vices...

to someone before they die.

I'm not afraid of you.

Sure you are.

I'm the scariest person you've ever seen.

You're the meanest.

Am I, now?

How do you suppose I got that way?

Maybe when you were born you had something wrong with your brain.

Don't you know any little boys like me?

If there were any at my school, they'd get expelled.

I can assure you there are one or two.

I'm going to kill your daddy.

What do you think about that?

He promised he'd take me home.

He always does what he says.

So do I.

We're in the third period of this dramatic game.

The Penguins on the rush. Tamer brings it in.

There! He puts it in!

Ron Francis!

Buy Sam a drink and get his dog one, too!

Chicago desperately trying to get back into this game.

Sutter cuts in around the net, fires and scores!

Chicago does get the third goal!

I tell you, Mike, I don't think...

Tolliver looks like himself right now.

I guess we shouldn't be surprised.

He had a 104-degree temperature earlier today.

And right now, he looks like he's struggling...

- in that goal for the Penguin. - Yo, Ref.

Right now, he's calling for the referee.

Looks like he might want to go to the bench.

Tolliver is going to head that way.

The backup for the Penguins is Ken Wregget.

- What's the matter? - Coach, I really feel like shit.

I don't think I can goal.

Go to the locker room. Wregget!

- Get in there. - Let's go, Kenny.

"Now in goal for Pittsburgh, Number 31, Ken Wregget."

Hey, fireman, where are you?

You don't call, you don't write.

I'm not far away.

- How many have you found? - How many what?

I could detonate all 10 right now.

Go ahead. Then you lose.

Nervous stomach, fireman?

He's at number seven. Get somebody there.

Proberts cannot get it out. Chelios in deep.

It centered! A shot off the stick!

Section B. Now.

Chelios guns it ahead to Bernie Nicholls.

Here he comes! Look out!

He shoots and scores! Bernie Nicholls...

carried it into the Penguins inn...

coming right down the slot.

He wrapped a heavy slap shot.

"An old-fashioned shoot-out here..."

"at the Stanley Cup competition."

"Up the alley, now to center circle."

"Lines it up to the Penguins..."

"Murphy plays to the board..."

"He'll beat the puck out of there." Leroux shakes his stick...

because he wanted that puck right there.

Mike, they're making some noise down here in the corner...

and I'm not really sure why.

Look at it. I don't believe this.

Brad Tolliver is actually coming back into the game, right now.

This is unbelievable. This is a guy that once...

finished a game with a broken ankle.

Takes a lot of guts to come back in at this point...

with Chicago leading 4-3.

They're on the verge of winning their first Stanley Cup since 1960.

Now he's just sitting on the bench.

Feeling better?

Then get the f**k in there.

And here he comes.

"Now back in goal for Pittsburgh..."

"Number 35, Brad Tolliver, replacing Number 31, Ken Wregget."

This is amazing. I don't know what he did...

when he went to the locker room if he just recharged...

his battery or what. But this is the guy who was really sick...

and he's going to go back in and try to finish the game.

I wonder if he can he can make the big saves...

to keep the Penguins from within striking distance.

One thing we do know, he's got all summer long to get better.

There's Tolliver, with the crowd here at the Civic Arena...

literally crazy on their feet.

Penguins looking for a lift here to try and get back into this game.

Here we go! Chicago will control the face-off...

- and they'll dump it quickly - Stay down there.

Oh, Christ.

As they drive it back into Pittsburgh territory.

And Chicago took the puck...

Sweeps in, they're trying to get some Hawks...

and get the puck back, and they do just that...

as they scramble now and deliver up the right side.

The Hawks are still on the offense...

and Tolliver's not challenging the shooters at all.

He hasn't challenged much all night.

Oh, shit.

Move out!

Move out! God damn it, move out!

He's going to come out. He'll challenge.

Tolliver hits his head on the ice...

and he's hurt, but play continues. The puck gets free.

The Penguins have command of it.

And the Penguins still trail by only one.

Tolliver hit his head on the ice.

He hit it so hard that his kids will be born dizzy.

This is Chicago on the attack.

What a save by Brad Tolliver!

That has to be the save of the year!

He ought to get five-to-ten for robbing the Hawks on that...

to keep the Penguins within a goal.

What's amazing to me, Paul, the fact that he's been sick.

He didn't challenge much in this game tonight.

Now all of a sudden, he comes up with the save of the year.

No question about it, that is his biggest save ever.

Tolliver makes a little move out, in front of the net.

What's he doing?

He just slammed Dubinsky!

Tolliver, what the f**k are you doing?

He gave him a right cross and knocked him down.

He's going to get a game misconduct and a fine.

He's put his team shorthanded.

The Penguins now, are really in the hole.

I don't believe this. This has been a strange night for Tolliver.

I don't know what he's up to, Mike.

Tolliver, that's a 1,000 dollars fine!

Get out of there!

Who the hell are you?

What the hell...

Ysebaert on the rebound. He'll turn and shoot.

Less than three minutes to go.

"He'll have to find the puck. And he does."

"Off with the puck he goes!"

"Penguins center. Nobody around."

"Chicago has it back again with two minutes to go..."

"in third-period action."

"On the move. The Blackhawks stopped by the Penguins' line."

"The Penguins, right now, desperately trying to get back and tie."

Seven games, they got finals.

And the Chicago Blackhawks hold on to a 4-3 lead.

"Penguins have to look for a big gun..."

"to try and topple Chicago again."

"Just moments away, they're going to pack up..."

"the Stanley Cup and take it to Chicago."

Intercepted by Chicago!

Big check on John Cullen of the Penguins...

and the play continues.

Jagr going for the net, Naslund shoots...

and he's stopped by Belfour...

"A minute thirty five to go, here in the third period."

"That's all that remains for Chicago to win the Stanley Cup."

"The Penguins need to rally now to get back and tie the game."

"Penguins reach in the corner."

Drop it.

Here goes Larmer drilling one right on the goal! Nice stop!

And he gave more moves than Mae West on that one!

"One minute remaining in the third period."

And the Penguins trailing by a goal.

Chicago still putting pressure on.

"Just 40 seconds remaining now."

The Penguins need a goal desperately.

Remember, they're short-handed.

30 seconds left.

"Chicago's looking for the parade right now down Michigan Avenue."

"They feel they've got the Stanley Cup."

"Time again, ticking down. The Penguins running out of it."

Penguins right now, going back for every possible thing they have.

Can the Chicago Blackhawks take it away?

They'll drive it to center with 14 seconds to go.

The Penguins don't have much time!

Now, the puck's run by Francis, ahead to Robitaille.

Not much time to go. Luc Robitaille...

"We've got eight seconds left!"

Seconds to go...

Stop the press!

The Penguins have tied the game.

We're going to sudden death overtime!

You would have to be here to believe it!

Lucky Luc has scored for the Penguins with under a second to go!

I don't believe it!

This series has been incredible!

Lucky Luc has done it again for the Penguins!

Sudden death?

Sudden death.

Paul, the Penguins just would not give up despite the odds.

Belfour tried everything in his power to stop them.

The Penguins are absolutely out of their minds.

The Penguins have forced sudden death overtime.

It'll mean, the team that scores first in the next period...

will win the Stanley Cup!

"Pittsburgh goal, his 14th in the play-offs, scored by..."

Life's just a shitbox of ironies, huh?

We still got money to move. I hope it's not mine.

Everybody's got a little more time.

I'd hate to see them waste it.

Wouldn't you?

You can throw away all the clocks, Mike...

because the next goal is going to win the Stanley Cup.

That's what sudden death is all about.

Penguins control the draw, drop it into the Chicago end.

"Jagr will carry it in. Right behind the net..."

Both net-minders coming up tough here.

McEachern has it again!

Breaking quickly! Got a man! Move!

Bang! I'm immortal.

Jagr will carry it in, right behind the net but he's checked.

Holy shit!

Daddy!

Daddy!

How many did you find, fireman?

I didn't move, Dad. I didn't move.

Not even when things blew up.

I didn't move.

I'm sorry.

You're McCord, right?

I'm Agent Saccio. Better off not moving until this settles down.

Hey look, the Vice President wants very much to meet you.

He's very grateful.

Daddy, that's the man.

That's the man, Daddy. That's him.

Daddy!

Stay with him.

Emily!

Daddy!

No!

Daddy!

No!

Daddy!

I'm not going to kill you! I'd rather you spent the rest of your life...

remembering you couldn't save your little girl.

Daddy!

You should've seen my dad.

My daddy's a fireman.