off me.
-What's wrong with you?
-Who taught you how to dress?
-I did.
-Rattle my chains.
-Fucking mother!
-Hey, baby, don't worry. I'll go first.
-You don't want me.
You don't want me. I got diseases.
-I got shit that'll make your dick fall off.
MAN: Baby, my dick glows in the dark.
She don't deserve us.
She was your chick.
I'm cured! I'm cured!
I'm gonna party with you guys.
We'll have a great time!
And we'll have sex!
-We'll do lots of drugs!
-Yeah.
We'll have a real good time,
and then we'll get down and boogie.
-I think I got a business appointment.
-I gotta go!
What's the matter? I said, I was cured.
Where are you going? I'm cured.
[SCREAMING]
TALBOT:
Good afternoon.
Ah!
TERRY: What?
-Good afternoon.
-What do you mean, afternoon?
-It's a little after 3.
You're too late. I already sent
Jack his exit contact.
-Yes, I know.
-What do you mean?
TALBOT: Who do you think gave
the exit contact to Lord Malcolm?
Where did you think he'd come?
We're his trusted staff.
You bastards!
[MEN LAUGHING]
Don't underestimate your role.
You led us right to Jack.
You sprang the trap.
No. Jack was hip to you.
And Jack knew you were playing
both sides of the fence.
-And that's why you're so pissed off.
-Please, Miss Doolittle.
In a very short while, he'll be dead.
Know why?
Because he's going to contact
Burghardt. At the Rezo lnn.
5 p.m. Ring a bell?
-No.
-What do you mean, no?
-I mean, that's not the message I sent.
-What was the message you sent?
Wouldn't you like to know.
Lord Malcolm might not be that swift,
but he seems to be onto you chumps.
-She's bluffing.
-We'll soon find out.
You're gonna tell us
what we want to know.
Who are you?
The Pillsbury Doughboy?
Ooh! Just kidding.
I congratulate you on your analysis
of my situation.
Jack has uncovered information linking
an official to an unfriendly government.
-By now, he accurately suspects me.
-You're a KGB whoozi-whatsits.
A mole!
-Very good! You're a clever girl.
-What contact did you send?
Carl, please persuade her.
What contact did you send?
Since I didn't know where Jack was,
I had to discredit his information.
I put out the word that he killed
Carlson and then defected.
That closed most doors.
That's why he wound up with you.
-We don't have much time.
-Enough rehearsal.
This is for what you did
to our friend Zarkoff.
Don't do it!
TALBOT:
Come on! Come on!
[YELLING]
TALBOT:
Watch out! Get up! Get up! Hurry!
Don't kill her.
-No, don't kill me. You're right.
-She's worthless dead.
-I gotta be sure.
-Be sure, Mr. Talbot.
-Shoot her in the legs.
TERRY: No!
Are you crazy? If you shoot me
in the legs, I'll blow my brains out.
TALBOT: It's just another bluff.
-No, it isn't! Look! See? See? Look.
I'm gonna kill myself.
Finger on the trigger. Stay right there.
She can't leave the consulate.
Take the stairs.
Ah! There's a lady with a gun!
MAN: What has she got in her hand?
-She's got a weapon!
[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
TERRY: Call the police.
-My God, you're a terrorist.
TERRY: Call the police.
GILLIAN: Do you have a list of demands?
I demand you call the fucking police.
I demand you call the fucking police!
Want a hostage?
I've been trained to be one.
Please. I have a gun in your face.
I'm threatening myself.
All right, freeze! Drop it!
Okay! God.
It's down.
It took you guys
long enough to get here.
COP:
Let's go. Read her her rights.
-Come peacefully, you won't get hurt.
-I'm glad to see you guys.
Those guys tried to put my lights out.
I gotta get downtown fast.
COP: Don't worry, you will.
-Hey!
Get in.
Did you see the look on that schmuck's
face? Jeez, this is great!
-Shut the fuck up.
-Hey, don't talk to me like that.
Could you drop me off downtown?
-I have important business to deal with.
-You are nuts.
You still don't get it? Look, there's a guy
in Russia who's gonna die...
...unless I get back to my computer
terminal in 45 minutes.
It'll take