Command Performance Page #3

I want to hear about

are dead ones.

What if we find

any civilians?

Kill them.

Why more

dead civilians?

We made

our point.

You're right.

I'm sure

we got everybody.

We're moving down

to clear stage area.

Who's there?

What do you

think they want?

Whatever it is,

they're not going

to get it.

Quick negotiation

exchange, this could

all be over.

My country

doesn't negotiate

with terrorists.

Neither does yours.

This doesn't

happen in

my country.

Give it time.

It will.

Where are

my daughters?

Your daughters

are my concern.

Think of this as a

little preview of

what's to come.

What is it you want?

We can get you anything.

A new Mercedes.

Some f***ing

junk food.

Flat screen TV.

How 'bout that

Venus b*tch's

latest CD?

And you... can give

me nothing but

your pain.

You were one

of the great Soviets,

Comrade Gordov.

I learned my

lesson back then.

Ah, the Soviet

Union worked.

You pathetic

little sh*t.

He's lost too much blood.

He needs a doctor.

He needs a coffin.

Upstairs on

the main stage.

Take the TV b*tch

and the video crew,

get all this on tape.

Give the media

some table scraps.

Traitors to

the Mother Land.

Bring your camera!

Come visit my corner

of hell, Kazov.

I'll be waiting

for you.

Come on.

Move. Move.

Let's go. Get moving.

Over there. Stand still.

Set up in front

of the speakers.

Put them over there.

Right here.

Come here.

Stand still.

Here. Read this.

You've done well.

I'm proud of you.

Are you filming?

Hey!

Come on.

Rolling.

Read.

Come on,

read it!

The Russian

security forces

are being used

by the selfish...

and corrupt governments

to protect private

business interests.

Therefore...

we shall

be the first

sacrificial lambs,

on Petrov's

capitalistic altar.

Comrades.

We stand to awake...

The world

is watching.

Don't stop.

Oh my God.

Three bursts.

One of your men

must have put

up a fight.

Good for him.

Agent Kapista.

Thank... Thanks for

killing those bastards.

Don't talk, sir.

We'll get you

some help.

Get...

it...

Get our

president out alive.

And his children.

I'm okay.

That's the way out.

The cameraman

and the girl?

Took off

that way.

You do speak English.

Finally some good news.

Mikhail Kapista,

Presidential Security.

And you?

Joe.

This way.

Help me.

Help.

Over here.

All right,

get up.

He- hey.

N ice gig.

I've got

your CD.

CD?

Hey, come on.

Pick him up, quick.

Come on.

Are you girls

from Moscow?

St. Petersburg.

Where did

you grow up?

I grew up on

a farm in Georgia.

We have a place

called Georgia in

our country too.

We thought you were

from the mean streets

of New York City.

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