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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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Declan Mulqueen: Ms. Koslova, is it? Valentina Koslova: Mm-hmm. Declan Mulqueen: And what would your first name be, then? Valentina Koslova: Major. Major Koslova.

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Declan Mulqueen: A man like this doesn't make mistakes. Valentina Koslova: No? They always make one somewhere. Isn't that how you were caught? Carter Preston: Ouch.

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Carter Preston: Major Koslova ends the debate about women in combat as far as I'm concerned. Declan Mulqueen: How's that? Carter Preston: When she saved my life and took out Terek's brother, she did it knowing she'd be drawing a death sentence down on her neck. But when we offered to set her up some place else when this is over, you know what she said? "The good guys don't hide." Declan Mulqueen: Fierce woman. Carter Preston: In that country, under that system... staggering.

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Valentina Koslova: [about Isabella Zancona] She's Basque, isn't she? Declan Mulqueen: Aye. Valentina Koslova: They say Basques live by the vendetta. If they hate someone it's to the death. It's the same when they love. [notices Declan brooding] My first name is Valentina.

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Director Donald Brown: We'll get this guy. We've got our best people on this, and they'll find him. [laughs] That's if he doesn't get his dick in a wringer like most of these clowns. Director Donald Brown: Is something the matter, Mr. Mulqueen? Declan Mulqueen: Excuse me, sir. But this man is no clown. He knows all your moves, back to front. Right now, you've got a name; that's all you've got. So the Jackal's got a target: YOU. He's got a timetable. And as to making mistakes, he's spent twenty years in a trade that doesn't forgive error. And he's prevailed. You think he's the one who's up against us? [shakes his head] It's the other way around.

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Declan Mulqueen: Preston, what about letting me have a gun? Carter Preston: Are you kidding? If the right people knew I was letting you walk around without cuffs, I'd get forced retirement!

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Ian Lamont: [seeing the new gun that The Jackal is about to test] Motherfucking motherfucker... that motherfucker is state of the art! Dude, I knew it was going to be big. I didn't know it was going to be the fuckin' prototype cannon. It's a fuckin' motrol... Damn! Some hairy looking rounds. The Jackal: Made from depleted uranium. Go through anything. Once they get inside they just spall. Ian Lamont: Hell yeah. They spall, yeah. They get in there and they just... [imitates spalling noise] That rocks. Look at the friggin' lens on that thing... The Jackal: Don't touch that. Ian Lamont: It's got like a 2000 mile zoom lens. That thing is kick ass. Dude, is this thing a prototype, or what? I bet you it cost you a shitload. That rocks. Man, you rock. Do you know what I'm saying? Rooooock! Fuckin' thing kicks ass. [the Jackal turns on the remote targeting computer, and brings up a visual of the target] Oh, yeah. Bring on the spall, baby. I can't wait to see the shit... The Jackal: [annoyed] L

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Carter Preston: This is a manhunt, not your cause. Don't make it personal. Declan Mulqueen: What do you fucking know? Carter Preston: All right! I'll tell you what I know. I know the Jackal set you up in that arms deal in Libya. I know that Isabella was wounded when you walked into the trap. I also know that it was the life you had chosen for... 'Declan Mulqueen: Did you also know that Isabella was pregnant when she got shot... That our child didn't survive? Don't tell me this isn't personal, Mr. Preston! Carter Preston: I can't risk letting you jeopardize us in a vendetta! Declan Mulqueen: There's no vendetta. All I hope for now is a fresh start. Carter Preston: [to himself] Maybe it will happen.

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The Jackal: [points to her wound] Press here. Hard. It'll slow the bleeding. The Jackal: Ah. See, that's bad. The blood's almost black. That means the bullet's in your liver. You've got about twenty minutes to live. [draws a heart shape on her cheek with her blood] If the pain gets to be too much, take your hand away, and you'll be dead in five minutes. Valentina Koslova: [fiercely] When Declan kills you, you think of me, okay? The Jackal: [smiles] Sure, I'll do that. The Jackal: If you see Declan before you die, tell him that he can't protect his women.

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Carter Preston: I wonder if we'll ever know who the hell he really was. Declan Mulqueen: We know all we need to. He was evil, he's dead, and he's gone. Nothing more matters.