All language subtitles for Nighthawks.1981.1080p.BluRay.x264-[YTS.AM].eng

[ Glass bottle rolls ]

[ Opens switchblade ]

You talk,
we cut your face, hear?

Your purse.
Put it in my hand, bitch.

I said, put it in my hand!

[Groans]

[ Whistles ]

[Groans]

[Whimpering]

You busted my mouth!

- Come on, he-man.
- I'll cut you, man.

I got the hots for ya.

Drop it! Drop it!

Drop it!

[Groans]

You got one more shot
to drop it, man. Come on.

- I'll cut you, man.
- Come on, badass.

Come on. Cut me, badass.
Come on. Come for me.

Come on.

Come on! Come on, badass.
Come on.

[ Train moving ]

You have the right
to a legal counsel.

You have the right
to remain silent.

And anything you say can be used
in a court of law against you.

Amen.

Excuse me.

- Oh, it's warm in here.
- Isn't it, though?

- May I help you with anything?
- Yes, yes. Something special.

Oh, yes. I think you might be
interested in something like this.

Mmm... That's good. What is it?

I think you'd be interested
in this more, sir.

Would you like to smell it?

- What do you think?
- Would you wrap it up for me?

Certainly.

- I'll be back in a couple of minutes.
- All right.

You really are very pretty.

Well, thank you.

[ Explosion ]

[Screaming ]

United Press.

I have an announcement to make
for your international wire.

The Wulfgar Command has just struck
a blow against British colonialism.

Be warned that I have a long arm...

and I'm prepared to fight
my enemies wherever they may be.

Don't forget...

There's no security.

[Sirens wailing]

[Child crying]

[Child continues to cry]

Police!

- Put your hands up! Against the wall!
- Move! Move!

Move! Move!

What the fuck is this
motherfuckin' shit?

How much shit you want, man?

How much you want
for this motherfuckin' shit, pig?

Who you talkin' to?

You, pig!
How much you want for this here?

What the fuck you talkin'...?

I'm talking to you, pig! How much
motherfuckin' money you want?

I paid the other motherfuckers!

Shut up, man.

Shut up, my ass!
Just tell me how much money...!

[ Gasps ]

I want you to pay for every life you've
wasted on this shit, motherfucker!

- Motherfucker!
- Let him go, Matt.

[Cocks gun]

That ain't worth it, man.

I said he ain't worth it.

Let him go, Matt.

Matt, let him go.

If I see you again,
I'm gonna kill you.

You hear me? I'm gonna kill you.

Now, move! Move!

[Cocks gun]

Move!

All right, keep your hands up.
Let's go.

We're all gain' downtown.
Come on.

Come on, kid.

Once we finish here, I could use some
coffee. I don't know about you.

Yeah, sure.

I went to a party last night.
I'm not used to this nightlife.

- How does that feel?
- That's good. Both sides look okay.

- Let the lady out.
- Be cool.

- Excuse me.
- Shit.

Wait a minute.

We got things to do now.
So don't be so...

Why do you have to see her now?
Why can't you...?

Just cover for ten minutes.
Can you do that?

I want to see her now,
that's all.

Excuse me, ma'am.

I'll call on her. Don't worry.

Don't hang around
too long, okay?

- I'll be down in ten minutes.
- Well, hurry up.

Take your hat off, at least.
Jesus Christ.

Please, let me help you out.

Irene, I think the pleat you added
to my summer-skirt design

is fantastic.

Oh, incidentally, there's an important
buyer coming by in a few days.

I think it might be a good
career move for you if you'd...

escort him to dinner and such, hm?

[Sewing machines going ]

Think it over.

Deke, what are you doing back here?

I came up the back way 'cause I didn't
want to embarrass you in this get-up.

Very chic!
Why are you dressed like that?

Me and Fox,
we just got back from the Bronx.

- Were you cruising?
- Nah, dope bust.

- You all right?
- Oh, yeah, fine.

- So how are you doin'?
- Great.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Being promoted next week, even.
- Ls that right?

That's good.

Want to tell me why you came by?
I've gotta get back to work.

I've got a million things to do.

Well, I was wonderin'
if maybe later tonight...

we could spend
some time together.

[ Construction noise ]

What do you want from me, Deke?

- What do you want from me?
- What?

Look, maybe I made a few mistakes.
I admit that, all right?

Look, you wouldn't like
living with me again.

You really wouldn't.
I'm telling you.

Irene, I know what I like.

Well, it isn't
the right time now, anyway.

It's just not the right time.

People grow, Deke.

And I don't understand why you can't
get transferred off the streets.

I don't understand why you have to do
these insane kind of things.

Why the hell can't you change?

I did.

Can I come by tonight?

Can I?

Why didn't you ever pay this much
attention when I was with you?

'Cause I didn't know
what it'd be like without you.

I've gotta...
I have to get back to work.

I have to go.

I've really got
a million things to do. I'll...

We'll talk later, all right?

I've always seen you
hanging about the college,

but, I mean, no one knows
exactly what you do.

Does it matter? I'm in business.

Don't run away now.

I really am a remarkable fellow.

Kenna, you look a bit nervous.
Mercer sent my money?

Not this trip. They want
to talk to you about that bomb.

Mercer says it was overdone.

Several children were killed.
It hurt the movement.

Don't your people realize what it costs
to run an operation like this?

I work miracles for them.

Kenna...
where were you since Friday?

They picked me up at the airport,
and they held me over the weekend.

- The police?
- No worry at all.

But you still came here.

You know I would never
tell them anything.

[ "Road Fever" by Foghat plays ]

You already have.

[ Laughing ]

Move.

[Gunfire]

You go to a better life.

[ Gunshots ]

[Screaming ]

[Crowd murmuring]

- Excuse me, Inspector.
- Where's that bastard Hartman?

He's over at the
back of the crowd, sir.

What's going on here?

REPORTER:
Can you tell us anything?

I don't want to hear
a word from you, Hartman.

I don't want to hear
that you warned us.

Not one word, understand?

[Crowd murmuring]

One of these days
it would be nice

if someone listened
before it was too late.

First the bombing, then three men
come to get him, and he gets them.

He's becoming
quite a legend here, sir.

Maybe. But even a legend
can go too far.

He's now killed one of his own.

A man in his position

has to worry as much
about his friends as his enemies.

[Train whistle ]

[Announcements in French ]

[Car horn honking ]

[Bells ringing]

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

It's going down.

[Car horn honking ]

Damn it!

DaSilva, they want you and Fox
downtown!

What?! You blew his cover!

- Hey, it ain't my problem, pal.
- Ain't your problem?!

What the fuck do you want here?

Who do you think
you're mouthin' off to, huh?

I'm talkin' to you!

Don't ever come around
on detail again, understand?

I don't give a damn
who told you!

- Don't go shittin' me, Fox.
- You wanna say somethin' to me, huh?

- Do ya? Do ya?
- I'll break your fuckin' face!

Fuckin' glory boys. Huh?
Nobody likes your crap.

None of ya. Neither one of ya.

They make anybody
a sergeant these days.

- Here! Kiss my ass, Fox!
- I'm gonna kick your ass!

Wise-ass!

What do you got?

You know we can't come back
here again, you know that?

Just like old times...

What is this?
Let's get back to headquarters.

Don't litter.

- You littered!
- So arrest me!

[Car horn honkin ]

[ Gasps ]

[Phone ringing]

MAN: Okay, sir.

- Lieutenant?
- Very good, thank you. Right here.

Look, I just got these latest
transfer orders from the captain...

Yeah, don't sing me no operas today.

I don't feel good,
and I'm a little rushed right now.

I'm not singin' any operas.
I'm talkin' about these transfer orders.

Fuck, come on, Munafo.

For nine years,
I've been workin' decoy, right?

Now I'm pulled,
and I'd like to know what for.

Look, you don't know me
well enough to call me Munafo,

but I know you, DaSilva.

The gung-ho, Lone Ranger
of the street-crime unit, huh?

You can forget about that.

Because we've been asked
to cooperate

with the Special Federal State Unit,
and we will.

Now you and Fox have been assigned
to an ATAC group.

Come on! Terrorism is
hijackers or hostages...

That's FBI stuff. What the hell
do they want with us?

Your military records
had something to do with it.

How many times have you been
hospitalized this year? Five?

Well, consider this squad
a vacation from decoy.

- I don't need a vacation from decoy.
- Oh, yes, you do.

Look, they need someone who knows
the local rat holes. You're nominated.

Anything goes down,
you're the man.

Could you tell me
where this came from?

From the commissioner.

And he got it from Washington.

They're sending specialists in
from Europe...

Interpol, to help organize
the whole thing

in conjunction with
federal funding.

And this department will extend
every courtesy, do you understand?

- No, I don't understand...
- Get your hands off me!

Understand this, sucker! You're a cop,
and you'll go where you're assigned!

Now, you and Tonto be here tomorrow
at eight o'clock sharp! End of story!

[Police radio]

[ Phone rings]

[ Phone rings again ]

Damn!

HARTMAN: High-gain antennae,
four mobile units, two on wheels...

plus one helicopter
and another moored at the battery.

Direct telex... to Interpol Paris
and all of Western Europe.

Computer banks
which give total information.

Retrieval on every known
terrorist in the world.

Some of you, gentlemen,

may be wondering
why you have been selected.

Simply because
of your unique qualities,

field record, courage, etc, etc.

You are to be indoctrinated
in counter terrorist techniques...

which will enable you to meet your
terrorist adversary on equal terms.

FEMALE PA: Air France passenger
Andrew Donovan...

please pick up
the white courtesy phone...

Passenger Andrew Donovan...

please pick up
the white courtesy phone...

Is this trip business
or pleasure?

Pleasure, I hope.

Welcome to the United States.

The ATAC squad... that's
the Anti-terrorist Action Command ...

Has been formed because
of a serious lack of ruthlessness

on the part of the police.

What are we doin' here?

They've become bland,
as a matter of fact.

First lesson:
Threat equals firepower.

Terrorists, though relatively few
in number, rely on massive firepower.

Fragmentation grenades,
other improvised explosive devices.

Law-enforcement officials,
on the other hand, are poorly armed...

indoctrinated in the use
of non-deadly force...

and, to a great extent,

are not proficient in
what weapons they do have.

[ Train moving ]

Department policy, reluctance to fire,
police-public relations...

human rights, civil rights...

safety orientation, which is necessary
when dealing with civilians...

but is catastrophic
when dealing with terrorists.

- Pay attention, huh?
- The most important rule is...

hesitation kills.

Hesitation must be removed
from the policeman.

Are you sure
that this guy's even in the city?

The latest information, as gathered
and collated by the Interpol computer bank,

would support this.

He's uncomfortable in Europe.
No one will hire him.

Africa, Asia, the Middle East,
South America...

They've got enough
revolutionaries.

But if you wanted worldwide press
coverage... New York. Where else?

What about the possibility that he
could have retired or gone into hiding?

Sergeant Fox, isn't it?

The answer to the possibility
of Wulfgar's retirement, sir, is...

he's only beginning.

Go ahead.

In 72 hours,

I want each of you to know
every detail of his past operations.

We must make use
of every bit of time we have.

I assure you
Wulfgar isn't wasting his.

International terrorism, gentlemen,
is a worldwide organization...

and the man who runs like a thread

through the majority of all of it
is one...

alias Wulfgar.

There was a plastic surgeon
murdered in Paris recently.

The method and caliber
of the bullet used

was the same as Wulfgar has used
in similar assassinations.

So, gentlemen, he may now
look entirely different.

[ Fakes snoring ]

The man truly enjoys killing.

Don't start trouble, okay? Why are
you always such a troublemaker?

His pattern is that he immediately
makes female contacts...

to establish safe housing
for his armory.

He also has a liking for fancy foods,
expensive clothes and the nightlife.

[ Disco music plays ]

Let's not be strangers.
I'm Eric.

The real name is Heymar Reinhardt.

Born Frankfurt, Germany, 1946...

educated Paris and Patrice
Lumumba University, Moscow.

Currently financed by... no one.

Since the London incidents,

he has become persona non grata
with revolutionary communities.

What makes him dangerous
is that he wants to prove himself

as invincible as he ever was.

Well, not to us, of course,
but to international terrorist networks.

So he may strike anywhere,
without warning.

What he wants most
is press coverage.

The media is their voice.

WULFGAR:
ABC... Television, right?

Right. And CBS is down there.

Radio City is way on down there.

- The news is here.
- Mm-hmm.

You know...
I never asked you what you do.

Well, besides dancing a lot,
I fly for National.

"I'm Pam. Fly me."

That's an airline joke, sort of.

Don't get me wrong. I don't actually
fly the plane. I'm just a stewardess.

A flying waitress,
as some people call us,

but I'd really rather dance
than do any of that.

- How 'bout you?
- Me?

I'm an international terrorist,

wanted by the police
in half the countries of Europe.

- And I am a lady-killer.
- Sure!

Sure.

If you allow him
to dictate the circumstances,

the hostages will
ultimately die.

You can count on that.

So, try to stay with me, everybody.
Time is short.

Very short.

Something to add, DaSilva?

That means we can't catch him
if we're siting in here.

It's a logical procedure.

When you have been exposed

to extensive counter terrorist
techniques,

then you will be ready
for the streets.

A more logical procedure.

[ Drops Keys ]

He has no network,
no real organization.

He improvises. But he manages
to succeed where others have failed.

But if he has changed his face,
he will be more dangerous than ever.

IN GERMAN: Now!

[ Explosions ]

[ More explosions ]

And the destruction
of several buildings

in your so-called
financial center

is only a warning.

Wulfgar will strike next
in the international community.

You people are never prepared.

And there's no security.

You may print that.

[ Hangs up phone]

[Sirens wailing]

- You ever see anything like this?
- No.

This detonator tells me that our
suspect is not retired, Sergeant Fox.

Why now? Why not during the day,
when the place is wall-to-wall people?

- It's his method.
- What method?

The instilling of fear.

By tomorrow, the UN delegates
will be screaming for protection.

It's all part of the acts
of terror, gentlemen.

Shakka Holland.

OPEC raid, Vienna.

And?

- And what?
- What did she do in the OPEC raid?

Okay, once again.

She shot a policeman in the neck
at point-blank range.

She kills without provocation.
She's a known associate of Wulfgar's.

DaSilva...

name the three successful
anti-terrorist raids recorded worldwide.

Look, we've gone over
and over this for days now.

And we'll go over it
until it's second nature.

You have to learn
to think like him,

to act with the same
ruthlessness he does.

Isn't this overkill?

- Overkill?
- That's right.

His cover's always some woman who's
clean. He loses one, he finds another.

We know his MO,
but what we don't know,

and what we'll never know,
sitting here...

is his motive,
method and opportunity.

Oh, once and for all, forget
this police-academy nonsense!

This is a terrorist.

He doesn't think like a criminal.
He wants to be a hero.

And you want to treat him
like some mugger on the streets?

- Get inside the man's head, dammit!
- Look, I understand that.

But how do you expect me
to understand

that you're training us
to be nothing but assassins?

And the only difference between him
and us will be the badge.

I don't know about you,

and I don't know
about the rest of these men,

but I didn't join the force
to kill people.

Oh, for Christ's sake, man!

To combat violence
you need greater violence.

To defeat a violent people,

you have to be trained
to react in a given situation

with ruthless,
cold-blooded violence as well.

And if any of you think that you don't
have the killer instinct, you're wrong.

We all have it. It's just a question
of pushing the right button.

And if we're very lucky,

there will be one moment
when he will be vulnerable.

One brief, critical moment.

- That is when you must do it.
- Do what?

- Take him.
- You mean open fire?

There's no other way.

And if we miss,
that's dead hostages.

- Hopefully not.
- That's an unacceptable risk.

There's a UN benefit

at the Metropolitan Museum
next week.

Those people are
already hostages.

It's our responsibility
to try and stop him.

Well, it's not my responsibility
to be part of an accidental homicide.

Oh, for Christ's sake, DaSilva!

Will you get out of this
cop-on-the-beat mentality!

Your wife left you for it!
Wasn't that enough?

And how did I know that,
DaSilva?

Because I make it my business to know
the backgrounds of all of you people...

because they're weapons
against yourselves.

Because I knew that would get
through to you, DaSilva.

And if there's any way,
Wulfgar will know it, too.

He will know the backgrounds
of each of you people.

What's valuable to you.
Make you live in fear.

You people have no idea

of the extent of the underground
in your own city, do you?

That's the technique of terror.

How do you like it?

I'm out.

[Chair scooting]

Thank you, everyone.
That'll be all.

- Just listen to me...
- Look, I didn't join to kill people.

- I don't want any part of it anymore.
- I know that, I understand. Now, listen...

He didn't have to say a thing
about my wife...

Listen, listen, listen.
Just listen to me.

Look, he's asking us to commit
ourselves to stopping a terrorist

who's capable of wiping out hundreds
of people in one shot, just like that.

All right.

You're one of the best.
He's looking at you as one of the best.

And you can't back off now.
You gotta stay with it.

Think about it, okay?
It's up to you.

Thanks.

[ "Opportunity" by
The Rossington Collins Band plays ]

What is this?

[Grunts]

Shit.

Jesus.

[ Screams ]

[ Gasps ]

Let me help you.

I didn't mean it.

I couldn't help wondering...
what was in there.

I know.

- It doesn't matter.
- No...

Please, I won't tell anyone.
You don't have to worry about me.

Okay.

You mustn't be worried.

You go to a better life.

[ Door opening ]

I don't want that transfer.

- No?
- But I'll be honest with you.

I don't know if I could take that shot
with innocent people around.

"Deke DaSilva, drafted into the army,
August 4, 1969."

"Volunteered for Airborne School."

"Applied for, accepted by,
Officer's Candidate School."

"Reassigned, first lieutenant,
First Cavalry Division, Vietnam."

And much more.

The most interesting statistic is...
52 registered kills in combat service.

One would have said

that you were quite adept at pulling
the trigger, wouldn't one?

That was war.

Let me just say
that I have a feeling

you'll do the right thing
at the right time.

Good evening, DaSilva.

[Speaking Spanish ]

I'll have the special
Cuban melon.

Don't sell melon here.

Didn't I read your ad
in the personal column?

Carajo, yo no advertise.

Maybe Wulfgar was wrong.

Wulfgar.

[Phone ringing]

Yes?

MUNAFO:
They found a stewardess dead.

What stewardess?

Look, if you guys down at command
center haven't heard of this girl,

maybe it's time you did.

We're not sure who her boyfriend was,
but we've gone through her souvenirs.

It's like a road map of every
discotheque and singles' bar in town.

- So what's that have to do with us?
- No, nothin' unusual...

except one thing that doesn't belong.

A map of the Wall Street area.

The street that was bombed
was circled.

I want you and Fox to hit all the places
she might've hung out.

- Somebody might have a bead on her.
- All right, we're on it.

- I never saw her.
- Are you sure?

- Positive.
- Absolutely positive?

I never saw her.

If you hear of anything,
give us a call, okay?

- No?
- Maybe, maybe.

Look, if you
think of anything...

Nah, I don't think so. No.

Look, if you remember anything,
call me at that number, all right?

[ "Slow Ride" by Foghat plays ]

[ "Love to Ride"
by Keith Sykes plays ]

No, no. Never seen her before.

Why don't you look again?

Don't remember her. Do you?

[ "Brown Sugar"
by the Rolling Stones plays]

Yeah, she's been here.

When?

- Maybe a couple of weeks ago.
- Do you remember who she was with?

Yeah, a guy with blond hair,
dressed pretty good.

- Has he been here tonight?
- I ain't seen him, pal.

All right, look, we just wanna
look around a while, all right?

Okay. Go with him, Mike.
Don't hassle anyone, okay?

Thank you.

This way.

- What do you think?
- I don't think he's here.

We're gonna stick around
for a while.

All right.

Come on, Deke. Listen, why don't
we check out another place?

Wait. Wait.

What?

Let's say I did this...
Cut this off, added this.

He could look something
like that, couldn't he?

Yeah, I guess so. Why?

Because that...
is standing over there.

- I got a feeling.
- Well, you wanna go check him out?

[ "I'm a Man" by Keith Emerson plays]

Wulfgar!

[Gunfire]

Police! Move! Move!

MAN: You dumb jerk!
You wanna get killed?!

I'll go this way! Get 'em!

- WORKER: He went that way!
- In here!

[Jack hammering ]

[Gunfire]

- That's seven. He should be out.
- I hope you're right!

Now!

Damn it!

Police! Move! Get outta the way!

[Screaming ]

Get outta the way! Move!

You got him?

I don't see him!

I got him! I got him!

I lost him!

I got him! I got him!

Scream!

[Screaming ]

[ Doors opening ]

Get out of the way! Move!

- Get outta the way!
- Shoot!

Shoot!

Idiot! Take the shot!

He's not clear.

Damn it!

[ Doors closing ]

Move!

Jump, Deke, jump!

Come on, I got you!

- It's locked.
- Get back. I'm gonna kick it open.

Police!

Police! Get back!

Get outta the way! Stand back!

Police! Let's go!
Get outta the way!

Move!

Move!

- I got him this way!
- Watch out!

[Groans]

Fox!

Deke! Deke!

Don't move.
Jesus Christ, don't move!

- God, I'm hurt.
- Get help fast, goddammit!

Get some help!
I'll kill that son of a bitch.

- Get him!
- Don't move.

- Get him, Deke!
- I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch.

- Get him!
- Don't move!

You're fuckin' dead!

I'll kill that motherfucker!
You're fuckin' dead!

You're fuckin' dead!

I'm gonna kill that motherfucker!
You're fuckin' dead, you motherfucker!

You're fuckin' dead!

[ Heart rate monitor beeping ]

How you doin'?

The doctor said
you have great reflexes.

You caught that blade on the jawbone,
so it didn't touch anything vital.

Before you know it, you'll be back
at the command center.

Okay? Good as new?

- Deke...
- What?

You shoulda took that shot.

You shoulda took the shot.

[ Elevator door closes ]

[ Hospital PA]

[Gasping ]

Close the shop.

HOLLAND: Wulfgar.

The police have
a description of you, Wulfgar.

And by now, every delegation
at the UN has it, too.

It doesn't matter.

I was wondering
when you would come here.

Have you seen Hammad?

Hammad is beginning to pay attention.
He's not ready to take you back yet.

Soon he'll beg.

[Sighs]

How did they trace me so soon?
This I don't understand.

- You must know...
- What?

Hartman.

- Hartman? Here?
- Yes.

You're just in time.

I need all the information you can get
on the UN personnel.

Hartman's people, too.

Especially the name of the bastard
who chased me tonight.

Well, have you been all right?

Well, yeah, fine. Why?

I said I just want you to be
a little bit more careful, that's all.

You still haven't told me why.

Irene, please, just do me a favor
this one time.

And don't meet any new people
right now, that's all.

I wanna know why.

Why can't you just do
what I say one time?

Deke, you haven't talked
like this before.

What are you working on?

If you'd like to talk about it,
I'd be more than happy to listen.

No, it'd take too long to explain.
It's too complicated to go into now.

- We'll talk later.
- Well, all right. How about this?

Why don't we have dinner
together next weekend?

We could go to your favorite
little Italian restaurant.

Did I say something
that brought that on?

Maybe.

- Are you serious'?
- Absolutely.

Well, how about I make
the reservations, then?

- Yeah'?
- I'll call you on Friday.

- Okay. Bye.
- Bye.

[Sirens]

[ Gunshots ]

Is this all?

Yes.

Then, we're ready.

[String music playing ]

The French assistant
ambassador's leaving.

Okay, good. How you feelin'?

I just love watching other people
have a good time.

Gentlemen, proceed with
your checkpoints, please.

And let the guests see you.
Keeps them from getting nervous.

Checkpoint one all clear.
Checkpoint two?

South wing is all clear.

I've got the Swedish
delegate in here.

- TV, check in, please.
- Pretty pictures here.

- Elevator, check in, please.
- British ambassador's on his way.

North side, check in.

- Everything 's okay here, Deke.
- Roger.

- DaSilva?
- Yes.

Everything seems to be
under control up there.

- Would you take Zone A?
- Sure. Listen...

- Are you hungry?
- A bit.

- Chinese food later?
- Look forward to it.

- How's everything?
- Fine.

Hartman, proceeding
to the south escalator.

MAN ON RADIO: Hello, balcony?
German counsel's heading your way.

MAN: Okay, I see him.

HARTMAN:
DaSilva, do you read me?

Checkpoint one.

DaSilva, by the way...
Who's picking up the check?

Well, I believe in age
before beauty, don't you?

Shakka!

[Gunshot]

[ String music continues ]

Watch out! Move outta the way!
Get back!

Don't turn him over!

Shit!

- All right, we got all the exits covered.
- Forget it.

- What do you mean, "forget it"?
- She's gone. Forget it.

- It's not his big play, anyway.
- How do you know?

Because I'm beginning to know
how this son of a bitch thinks.

[Crowd murmuring]

[Phones ringing]

All right, punch these up
real quick, all right?

[ Baby crying ]

[ Engine stopping ]

Unexpected stop.

[ Gasps ]

This is Shakka.

Do not underestimate her
because she's a woman.

She has no maternal instincts.

Don't be so afraid.
Back up, against the window!

I like your hat.

I'll be talking to you.
How old is that child?

- He's just eight months.
- Okay.

[Speaking in foreign languages]

- This is Wulfgar calling.
- Give me 911, please.

There are certain representatives
of the United Nations with me.

I'll announce my terms
for their release

when the proper authorities
are present to hear them.

[Phone ringing]

I got it.

Right.

DaSilva, Fox.
Wulfgar's on the tram.

Please.
I'm aware of every trick.

Do not force me to prove it.

Thank you.

Now...
we'll get better acquainted.

[Sirens wailing]

Let's go!

- You have three children, right?
- How do you know that?

All the lines are open.

Detective Munafo, Sergeant Fox.
Give me your binoculars.

Take it over the bridge.

[ Baby crying ]

Face the windows, everybody!
Quickly!

- Can you see him?
- Yes, I see him.

Shakka's with him,
and he has about 25 hostages.

He's doing something at the back
of the car. Wait a minute.

Your husband is first assistant
to the French ambassador, is he not?

Please... leave us alone.
We've done nothing.

You must be very proud.
You will come over...

- No, you take me!
- Shh.

What is it? What is happening?

Life, Mr. Marigny.

No... it's not...

He's just taken a woman and he's
bringing her to the front of the tram car.

He has her against the window.

MAN ON RADIO:
What the hell is he doing?

He's making the rules,
is what he's doing.

Get a little closer.
I just wanna see his face.

This one's for you, DaSilva.

Christ. Don't do it.

[Gunfire and screaming ]

- Goddammit, Matt, he killed her.
- WULFGAR: I requested no police.

Get rid of the body.

[ Helicopter engine running ]

This is Wulfgar calling.

Yes, we hear you.
This is Sergeant Fox.

If the UN authorities are present,
I'm ready to proceed.

I've been instructed to ask first

if you would release
all non-political hostages.

You are wasting your time.

As you see,
I am not to be taken lightly.

FOX: We hear you.

Before we go any further,
there's an infant here.

I want it taken off.

I don't want the press to write
that I'm a man without a conscience.

- All right, what do you want?
- In five minutes, I'll lower a cable.

If you want the infant alive,
you'd better hurry.

- I'll be ready.
- Not you, Fox!

I want that bastard!

MUNAFO: What bastard?

Me.

Wait a minute! You can't let him
go up there. He's gonna waste him!

Look, I'm in charge here, Fox!
Now, DaSilva's the man.

The barge is nearly in place.

How do you feel?

Helpless?

I could have cut the cable.
It's a long way down.

- Why'd you kill the woman?
- I wanted to.

So why don't you kill me?

In due time.

[ Baby crying ]

I want you to tell 'em
I have brought the city to its knees.

Police... are cowards.

What?

I said... tell 'em...

He's brought the city
to its knees.

The police are cowards.

We're not that different, Deke.

I do not enjoy killing, but it's my job.
Someone has to do it.

I represent... oppressed victims
who have nothing.

I speak only for them.
I'm their voice. I'm a liberator.

You think you're a liberator?

[Laughs]

It's fascinating. Yes.

[ Baby crying ]

- The child!
- No! No!

Come on. Come on!

- Give it to me!
- Please be careful with him.

[ Mother crying ]

Sit down.

This is for the press.

- Now, you may drop the child...
- Oh, no!

- Don't drop this.
- He'll be all right.

What if you don't win this time?

Try again.

Shakka, lower him.

Please be careful with him!

[ Mother crying ]

Deke, you must realize...

we're not heroes, we're victims.

This is Wulfgar.

- Go ahead.
- These are my demands.

I gave DaSilva a declaration

to be published in The Times
and The Washington Post

and read over all networks.

- We don't control the press.
- No excuses!

I want a jet and a bus to the airport
by ten o'clock tonight.

And no police.

The following comrades
are to be released before ten o'clock.

Mohammed Yafi, Rafael Saldana...

Miroslav Jakovic, Liu Chan Tao.

- May we have until morning?
- Ten o'clock sharp.

And DaSilva...
will drive the bus.

We may not make it this time.

It does not matter.

Let me have the cassette recording
of Hartman's last lecture on Shakka...

the smallest tape recorder
you can find,

and about ten feet of wire, and try
to find me a small activator button,

as fast as you can, all right?

HARTMAN: Shakka Holland,
alias Shakka Kapoor...

REPORTER: The drama has really not
seen a change for the better or worse.

The hostages still remain

over 250 feet above the East River
in a cable car.

Now, as you know, several hours ago

an innocent woman
was sent to her death...

by that terrorist known
only as Wulfgar

and a single female companion.

Now, moments after
that savage killing

that same terrorist demanded
an infant be taken to safety.

Now, for those of you
who tuned in late...

[Police murmuring]

You sure you know
what the hell you're doing?

I think so.

You know when that bus gets
to the airport, he's gonna waste you.

Why you always
tryin' to cheer me up?

You said before, it's my choice,
didn't you?

I did say that, didn't I?

- I'll see you later.
- I'll be watching.

[Police sirens wailing]

I'm coming in.

No talking.

Move! Come on!

Move!

Move!

Soon it is your time.

Come on! Hurry up!
Come on! Quick!

HARTMAN: Shakka Holland,
alias Shakka Kapoor...

born February 9, 1949, Tangiers,
Morocco, of wealthy parents.

A spoiled bitch
who kills without provocation.

You shit!

[Gunfire]

Get down!

[ More gunfire]

[ Helicopter approaching]

Deke! Deke!

They found an address on Shakka!

Where the hell is he?

I don't know. Come on.

[ Helicopter hovering ]

Keep moving.

[Police radio]

Hey look,
I don't care what you think.

He might still have keys
to the apartment. Hold it, Hollis.

Anybody comes or goes,
Vecchio, you check it out.

All right, Mike.

We haven't found a body yet,

but we got
just about everything covered.

Well, you gotta keep looking.
He probably left something behind.

OFFICER: Lieutenant! Lieutenant!

- What is it?
- Wait a minute.

Christ!

[ Police chatting ]

[Gasping ]

[Phone ringing]

[ Phone ringing continues]

[ Phone stops ringing ]

[ Dog whimpers]

Evening, ma'am.
Chilly, isn't it?

[Sink running]

[Scrubbing dish ]

[ Dial tone]

[ Scraping plate ]

[Gunshot]

[Yells]

[Gunshot]

[ Screams ]

[ Steps on broken glass ]