And whose human life would be important enough for all this?

Mr. Donald Brown, Director of the F.B.I.

[Chuckling]

Wouldn't that be droll?

Look, we know that certain gang elements in this prison want you dead.

The entire government wants me dead, mister.

- Yet here I am. - All right, smart-ass,

let's cut the bullshit.

You cooperate, and we'll get you transferred to a minimum-security facility.

That's our deal. And that's your only chance to walk out of this place in one piece.

That's a one-time offer. Now take it or leave it.

Stuff it then, as many fucking times as you like.

Pardon the language. I've been in prison.

[Sighs]

All right, what will it take for you to help us?

First, I'd have to be convinced Isabella would be kept safe.

Done.

Then you'd have to let me go.

Back to Ireland, free man.

Out of the question.

Besides gunrunning, you're a known killer of British government personnel.

Not to mention all the women and children you've probably blown up.

It's not my war. I was never a bomber.

I don't see the distinction. You still took human lives.

The distinction is I killed in a war. Now I want to go home.

- Simple as that. - Simple for you, perhaps.

Look, even in Russia, soldiers go home when the treaty's signed. Nyet?

That's not gonna happen. Sorry.

All right, just the chance then.

Your best efforts to get me free.

I'll settle for your word on it.

Sorry.

So the Jackal's after your director, is he?

Best tell him to get his affairs in order,

'cause nobody can save him now.

Nobody except me. 'Cause I met him.

Yeah, didn't I mention it?