Sudden Death Page #5

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lf, at the first period's end, deposits

are behind, one of you will die.

If we're still lagging at the end of

the second period, two of you will die.

And at the end of the third period

everyone in this building will die.

- You have no idea of the complexity...

- I had an idea.

I had this idea, and we are gonna

make it work or we're gonna die trying.

You will call the President,

and on flash precedence priority,

he will call the Secretary of State

and Secretary of the Treasury.

Then banks will be notified

and the money will begin to move.

Or it won't.

And if it doesn't,

when the game ends,

everyone in this box

and in this arena will die...

by explosion, fire and panic.

Enough bombs have been planted

in this building to stop all

the clocks in the hemisphere.

- You'll die with us.

- Could be.

I don't think anyone with manicured

fingernails and a $10,000 wristwatch...

- is planning on blowing himself up.

- $15,000 wristwatch.

I'm not sure if I like you.

When I make up my mind,

you'll be the first to know.

- You're out of your mind.

- Me? Ha!

I'm not the one paying some

Neanderthal 40 million dollars

to skate up and down the ice.

Call the White House.

You need the number?

Left wing pass

down to Steve Smith.

I've got every agent

converging on the arena,

and we'll all get the support

we need from local P.D.

The FBI won't be necessary.

He's our asset. We'll get him back.

Tell the President I'll keep him fully

informed until the Vice President's out.

There'll be a total

media blackout on this.

We'll inform all news outlets

of how serious this is.

Yes, sir. Absolutely. The place is

sealed off. No one can go in or out.

And...

We messed up a few times

since I've been an agent,

but how the f*** did we lose

the Vice President?

Right side, Weinrich fires.

Down the left side, Graham shoots!

Penguins trying to get it out.

The sound in this building

is absolutely deafening.

Shot picked up by Dubinsky.

Players are playing their guts out. It's

so loud, I can hardly hear myself think.

You don't have to think, Mike.

This is hockey.

The Hawks pressured now. Under 2 minutes

to go. Graham moves against Tolliver.

Fires and scores! The Chicago

Blackhawks have tied this game...

as Dirk Graham nailed it home,

his fourth of the play-offs.

And the Penguins and Hawks

are tied at one in game seven.

The Chicago goal,

his fourth of the play-offs...

They haven't moved a dime.

You know, I don't think

they believe you.

They're gonna sacrifice

a life to test my will.

I'm truly disappointed. Nobody does

anything these days because it's right.

They only do it if you make them.

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