goddamnit!
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!
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 centre.
OK? Good as new?
- Deke...
- What?
You shoulda took that shot.
You shoulda took the shot.
Close the shop.
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.
How did they trace me so soon?
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.
Have you been all right?
Well, yeah, fine. Why?
I want you to be
a bit more careful, that's all.
- You still haven't told me why.
- Irene, do me a favor this one time.
- Don't meet any new people right now.
- I wanna know why.
Why can't you just
do what I say one time?
You haven't talked like this before.
What are you working on?
If you'd like to talk about it,
I'd be 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?
At 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?
I'll call you on Friday.
- OK. Bye.
- Bye.
Is this all?
Yes.
Then we're ready.
The French assistant
ambassador's leaving.
OK, good. How are you feelin'?
I 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 OK here.
- Roger.
DaSilva, everything seems to be
under control up there.
- Would you take Zone A?
- Sure. Listen...
- Are you hungry?
- Mm. A bit.
- Chinese food later?
- Look forward to it.
- How's everything?
- Fine.
Hartman, proceeding
to the south escalator.
Hello, balcony?
German counsel's heading your way.
OK, I see him.
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.
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?
- She's gone. Forget it.
- It's not his big play, anyway.
- How do you know?
Because I'm beginning to know
how the son of a bitch thinks.
Punch these up quick, all right?
Unexpected stop.
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.
- OK.
- Comment зa va?
- Bonjour.
- Du дr svensk?
- Ja.
- This is Wulfgar calling.
- Get 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.
I got it.
Right.
DaSilva, Fox.