The Jackal

Mr. Gorbachev, tear it down this wall.

...bringing to an end the Soviet empire

and its 70-year experiment in Communism.

Yet while jubilation at the prospect of freedom...

...widespread corruption and economic misery

resulting in a virtual tidal wave of crime...

The Russian mafia has evolved into a world-class organized crime network

with profits in billions, including substantial US operations.

...announcing the unprecedented opening of an FBI legal attaché

along with the first-ever joint US and Russian law enforcement operation.

It's her.

- Ghazzi's in the club. - He's in position.

Okay. Op's a go. MVD only.

What is this? An American? Who the fuck are you?

Deputy Director Carter Preston, FBI.

FBI.

You fuck Americans now, you ugly militia whore.

And, you, go fuck yourself.

This is not Chicago. This is Russia.

So take your bitch and get the fuck out of here.

Do you think I'm afraid of the MVD?

I swear I will kill you and your fucking whore mothers.

I repeat, you are advised...

Fuck you! Fuck you, you scar-faced cunt!

Fuck you! All right, that's enough.

It's never easy taking a life.

But you saved one, too. Mine.

Thank you.

We had no warning.

They must have ambushed our man outside.

Before we knew it, there were militia

with their guns out in every corner of the room.

They just opened fire and killed him.

It happened so fast, it was over before it started.

God, my poor brother.

How many militia did you kill?

Terek, please, we didn't stand a chance.

There were 30 of them,

plus the Americans.

Yes, yes, but how many did you kill?

Well...

Well, none.

None? Not even one?

Terek, please.

I did what I could.

You did what you could. You did what you could.

You let those militia pigs and that American scum kill my brother

without killing one in return.

Okay, that's what you could do.

Here's what I can do.

I loved this man like a brother.

He was a dear friend and partner to me.

So I took no joy in that.

But just think,

if I could do this to one I love,

what could I do to someone I hate?

Hmm?

So, the American FBI declares war on us?

Then war it is.

Unlike other less cunning predators,

the hyena takes no chances, never attacking unless sure of a kill.

Though a consummate killer, he is clearly no gentleman.

I apologize for keeping you waiting.

I had some other business to dispose of.

So much wasted time

confusing motion with accomplishment. Another drink?

The MVD killed my brother.

For that, I will see they drown in blood.

But to their allies in America, I wish to send a message.

A very public message.

I want to strike fear into the marrow of their bones.

Can you kill this person?

Yes.

If I take this job, I'll have to disappear

forever.

So if you want me to do this, you're going to have to pay me.

How much?

American dollars.

All cash, of course.

Half now, half upon completion.

$70 million.

Why not?

Done.

How many people know about this?

You and I.

Keep it that way.

Don't refer to our arrangement by telephone or fax, ever.

You should find a place outside of Russia to hide until the mission's completed.

If word of this leaks, it'll be my choice

whether to continue the mission or not.

Either way, I keep the initial payment. Agreed?

Okay.

Informants tell us Terek's put bounties on all MVD and FBI personnel.

Deputy Director Preston and I have special bounties on our lives.

In two weeks, seven MVD operatives have been killed.

At least we know we're getting to him.

Informants say this is just the start.

Terek's planning something more dramatic.

Eight days ago,

Terek and his two top lieutenants were spotted

at a pension in the town of Porvoo,

60 kilometers west of Helsinki.

They've been there ever since, taking the entire third floor for themselves

and their bodyguards,

all former Spetsnaz, nine in all.

Not one's left the building in five days.

Their only contact with the outside is this man, Victor Politovsky.

He goes to the Porvoo post office twice a day for Terek's mail

which arrives general delivery.

Contact Interpol and get everything you can on Politovsky.

Yes, sir.

Terek's men are notoriously hard to turn out. Should we get the opportunity

we must be prepared to conduct the interrogation with the utmost efficiency.

Good day to you, Mr. Preston.

Sir.

I don't think I want to know what that means.

The new lamination's the tricky part.

You got to use ethyl acetone.

Nasty stuff. Gives you liver cancer.

And I use a disc drive to erase the magnetic strip.

It's perfect.

Thank you.

You really do beautiful work.

Oh, well. Art comes in various guises, doesn't it?

Yes, it does.

What do I owe you?

Right.

Well, I think your balance is about L375.

This is L500.

Oh, thank you.

Good luck with the baby.

Thank you. Cheers.

See you next time.

How do you want the accounts handled?

Split the deposit equally between the Macao and the Panama accounts.

And the balance?

Leave it here in dollars.

I'll 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.

I'll overnight the credit cards to your box in Montreal.

Oh. This also came in the draft.

Ah. Yes.

I'll need to use your computer, Clive.

Of course.

Everything's ready for you.

Good. Thank you.

- Good afternoon. - How may we help you?

I'm interested in an intermediate range system, high cyclic rate.

Man portable?

Compact, vehicle-mounted unit.

What caliber?

No smaller than 7.62.

Available:

7.62 millimeter M134 electric Gatling gun.

I prefer non-US equipment, single-parallel system.

Available:

Yugoslav 20 millimeter 19/55 cannon.

Too heavy.

Available:

Polish ZSU-33 electric, 14.5 millimeter.

1,400 rounds per minute.

Interested.

3,500 meters.

1,700 meters per second.

I'll take it.

Cost will be $200,000 US.

Transfer of funds in the usual manner. Half now, half on delivery

to the following address.

Letterham Shipping, Montreal, Quebec, Canada,

GIH 876.

Client name, Murdock, Charles C.

"What are they planning? Why is Terek in Finland?"

"The Americans. Kill. Example."

"Jackal? What Jackal? It doesn't make sense."

"What are they planning at work?"

"Who are you?"

"You fucking Jackal."

"Why you hanging around? Revive him."

Jesus.

Drug-assisted interrogation is perfectly legal in matters of state security.

Unfortunately, Mr. Politovsky had an undiagnosed heart condition.

He said, "Jackal"?

Does this mean something to you, Mr. Preston?

There's supposedly a killer for hire who uses that name.

Several assassinations are credited to him,

but we've never been able to prove if he even exists.

From time to time, he was KGB asset.

Do you have a name?

No name.

Payments were made to the contracting organization

or a Hong Kong bank account.

No KGB member has ever seen him.

Do we know if he ever operated in the US?

No. But

Politovsky's briefcase contained biographical material

on your Donald Brown, Director of the FBI.

Jesus Christ. This guy's going for the gold, huh?

Get him on the phone for me.

Yes, sir.