The Jackal

Ghazzi Murad: [Russian] What - no kickbacks this week? Valentina Koslova: [Russian] Major Koslova, MVD. Ghazzi Murad: [Russian]: Nice to meet you. [pulls a stack of bills out of his coat] This damn market economy... here, is this enough? Valentina Koslova: [Russian] Ghazzi Murad, you are under arrest for the murder of Mayor Nikolai Semankho. Ghazzi Murad: [Russian] Blow me, darling! You don't have any witnesses. Nothing. Carter Preston: [Russian]: Your blood is our witness. You left your DNA at the scene of the crime. Ghazzi Murad: [Russian] DNA? [switches to English] What is this... an American? Who the fuck are you? Carter Preston: Deputy Director Carter Preston, FBI. Ghazzi Murad: FBI. [looks over at Koslova] You fuck Americans now, you ugly Militia whore. [to Preston] And you, go fuck yourself. This is not Chicago. This is Russia. So take your bitch and get the fuck out of here. [looking around the room] You think I'm afraid of the MVD? [laughs] I swear, I kill you and your fucking

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Terek Murad: [in Helsinki on hearing what happened Ghazzi] My poor brother, how many militia did you kill? Vasilov: [uncomfortably]You have to understand, there were 50 of them. Plus the Americans...[Terek sharply cuts him off] Terek Murad: [barks] Yes, YES, but how many did you *kill*? Vasilov: [eventually] None Terek Murad: [livid] None? Not even *one*? Vasilov: [on the point of begging] Please, Terek. I did what I could. [but Terek has leapt to his feet] Terek Murad: [mockingly] You did what you could? You did what you could. [heads over to a display of ancient battle axes on the wall] Letting those militia pigs and their American scum kill my brother, without killing even one in return! Okay, that is what *you* could do, [snatches one of those axes off the wall...] and this is what *I* CAN DO! [...and slams it hard into Vasilov's head to the gasps of the other members] Terek Murad: [addressing those left] I loved this man like a brother. He was a dear friend and partner to me. [ind

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Woolburton: How do you want the accounts handling? The Jackal: Split the deposit equally between the Macau and the Panama accounts. Woolburton: And the balance? The Jackal: Leave it here in dollars. I need you to open me a Luxembourg account. And get me some credit cards. Use an American bank; I'll send you the names this week. Woolburton: I'll overnight the credit cards to your box in Montreal. [remembers something] Oh, this also came [takes out a piece of paper from inside his jacket] in the draft. The Jackal: Yes. [takes the paper] I'll need to use your computer, Clive. Woolburton: Of course. Everything's ready for you. The Jackal: Good. Thank you. [He walks away. Woolburton follows.]

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Computer: Good afternoon. How may we help you? The Jackal: [Having lit a cigar with an ornate lighter; sets the lighter down on the desk and settles back in his chair] I'm interested in an intermediate-range system. High cyclic rate. [takes a drag on his cigar] Computer: Man portable? The Jackal: Compact. Vehicle-mounted unit. Computer: What calibre? The Jackal: [takes another drag on his cigar; thinking] No smaller than 7.62. Computer: [as the Jackal takes something off his tongue] Available: 7.62mm M134 electric gatling gun. The Jackal: I prefer non-US equipment. Single parallel system. [puts the cigar back in his mouth] Computer: Available: Yugoslav 20mm 19/55 cannon. The Jackal: [examines his cigar; thinking] Too heavy. Computer: Available: Polish ZSU-33 electric 14.5mm. Cyclic rate: 1,400 rounds per minute. The Jackal: [typing something on the computer] Interested. Computer: [shows an image and tech specs of the weapon] Effective combat range: 3,500m. [The Jackal is deep in though

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T. I. Witherspoon: Look, we know that certain gang elements in this prison want you dead. Declan Mulqueen: An entire government wants me dead, mister... yet here I am. T.I. Witherspoon: Alright, smartass, let's cut the bullshit. You cooperate, and we'll get you transferred to a minimum security facility. That's our deal, and it's your only chance to ever walk out of this goddamn place in one piece. That's a one-time offer, now take it or leave it. Declan Mulqueen: Stuff it, then. As many fuckin' times as you like. [to Koslova, cheerfully] Pardon the language. I've been in prison.

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Declan Mulqueen: I can identify him by his face, given the opportunity... but more importantly, by his methods. So you can leave Isabella out of this. Carter Preston: Did you work with him? Declan Mulqueen: With him? No. No way. Carter Preston: Do you have a problem with this man? Declan Mulqueen: That's between him and me. Carter Preston: Isabella Zancona is the only confirmed contact we have... and we will find her. With or without your help. Declan Mulqueen: Okay, okay... I want three things. One, get me out of here. I'm no use to you sitting here on my arse. Carter Preston: What's to keep you from taking off? Declan Mulqueen: Nothing.... except I give you my word. [Preston snorts] Two, I go with you to meet Isabella. Carter Preston: Why? Declan Mulqueen: I want to see her, is all. Carter Preston: And the third thing? Declan Mulqueen: [scratching his bearded chin] A decent razor.

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