What happened?
I don't know, Dr Kelly. Please come with me, ma'am.
I've got estimates on cloud size comin' through on six.
- What have we got? - NORAD's got R4 over sector 9877.
It's been localised. 60 degrees longitude, 50 lat.
- What about NPIC? - Blast 40 minutes ago in the Urals.
Two trains collided. One was carrying warheads to Cherbynsk.
Nice hair. Very au naturel.
Nuclear forces have gone to DEFCON 3.
NMCC thinks Russia will use this to veil troop movements into Chechnya and Georgia.
Not our problem. Estimates from Livermore?
Five to seven hundred kilotons.
Mark Appleton's looking for you. He's upstairs.
- All current data on my desk? - Yes.
I'm gonna need a minute.
- Radiation pattern projections in? - Yeah, but those aren't confirmed.
Confirm them.
Russia, what a fucking mess. I miss the Cold War.
Get Essler down here now. I need a translator.
Essler's gone. He quit to run JPL.
- Who did we appoint? - My memo's on your desk.
- Who the hell's in charge there? - Mark?
Mark? Excuse me.
Sorry. Forget Chernobyl. This is... This is huge.
Dr Julia Kelly, Acting Chair, Nuclear Smuggling Group.
- Terry Hamilton, Security Advisor. - We met last year.
I'm briefing the President to explain how, with our START team there,
an accident like this could happen.
It wasn't an accident, sir.
I'm sorry?
We believe that train was carrying SS18s, which are One Point Safe.
- What's she saying? - If you fire a bullet at the warhead
there's a million-to-one chance of it going off.
It must be ignited by its own trigger.
Would you hold this, please? Here we have the satellite imagery.
This is the two trains approaching, and here's the collision.
Now check out the field of regard.
These shots are at the same height cos they occurred at the same time.
Look. The blast is two degrees higher after the satellites passed over.
Time between shots?
Between the train wreck and the detonation, 4 1/2 minutes.
Somebody set that nuclear weapon off. This was a terrorist act.
Full NSC briefing at 9:00am.
The Russians' accident story will stand for now. No press leaks.
Nobody shows up on Nightline. Doctor...?
Kelly.
I'm putting your group on point until I find a replacement.
Yes, sir.
Get me satellite overviews and keep the updates coming.
OK, State, we're gonna need talking points for the President.
We need to know who might want to detonate a nuke on Russian soil.
General, I'll need a military liaison with Russian contacts.
- You got it. - Oh, and General,
make sure he's willing to take orders from a woman.
'Colonel Devoe, looking at events of May 18.'
You were arrested in a bar brawl
in a Moscow disco called...Night Crawler?
Yes, ma'am, that's correct.
You were in the company of a prostitute
and a Russian army colonel named
Dimitri Vertikoff?
Yes, ma'am. Dimitri and I went into the bar to try and buy some nerve gas
off this ex-KGB guy that we had heard
was selling black market surplus munitions to Iraq.
The fight started because we'd run up a bit of a bar tab...
I believe the exact amount was $5,200?
Well, we had dinner, and I bought a couple of rounds.
Colonel Vertikoff identified the KGB guy,
and we were able to stop the nerve gas from getting to Iraq.
So how do you repay a man like that?
- Sports utility vehicle? - That's exactly right.
Dimitri has a daughter who likes four-wheeling.
I know this Ford guy who cut me a great deal on these Explorers.
- I like the Bronco better... - Colonel, let's get this straight.
You spent taxpayers' money to buy and ship
a Ford Explorer 8,000 miles
to the teenage daughter of a Russian colonel?
Yes, ma'am.
Think of it as exporting goodwill.
Your Russian is awful. Speak English.
It was stupid, understand?
Your friends made this deal, but this is my operation.
Don't make me start thinking I don't need you.
- They will never let us through. - Of course they will.
Section 21-A, Nuclear Disaster Protocol.
One, secure area. Two, control debris.
Three, evacuate casualties.
..but they have the know-how and should not be ruled out.
And moving on, we come to Shamil Basayev, a scientist.
He claims responsibility for placing
a canister of radioactive caesium in a park in Moscow last June.
But his underworld ties suggest he could be part of a bigger operation.
Zelimkhan Yandarbiyev. Chechen leader since the Russians murdered Dudayev.
He has threatened to attack Federation nuclear power plants.
There are others on our terrorist list, as outlined in your packet.
Our reaction to the crisis is as follows.
We have initiated a directive with the Nuclear Smuggling Group as hub.
DIA and NRO. You have responsibility for primary SAT imagery...
Excuse me, ma'am. I don't mean to interrupt.
- Yes? - Um, these terrorists...
Have they asked for anything, a list of demands?
Russians out of Chechnya...?
No, but it's not unusual for days, even weeks to go by
before a claim of responsibility is made.
- Yeah. - Air mob command is...
Excuse me again. Ma'am. I'm sorry.
That's a satellite shot of the trains just before they collided.
Perhaps you should discuss Special Op possibilities?
Right. General Garnett has Special Operations command at full alert.
- Excuse me. - I'm sorry to keep interrupting.
You see these blobs right here?
Those are people jumping off the train before it crashes.
Now look at that train. That's the one with the nuke.
Nobody's jumpin' off that. Why not?
They were already dead.
How many warheads were on the train?
The Russians haven't confirmed yet.
So we have no idea of potential yield?
Are you suggesting this was a robbery?
Whoever did this had access to Russian satellite positioning intel.
That leaves out your Chechen rebels.
I would like to point out
that 1,500 people were killed last night.
You don't do that unless you want to make a profound statement.
Do you know how much a nuke is worth on the market?
Minimum $200 million, cash.
$200 million is a very profound statement.
I'm sorry, ma'am. The detonation was a smoke screen.
This was a hijacking, and whoever stole these things
got off the bus a long way back.
Well, we will certainly be considering your theory.
Thank you very much.
Well, it's just an opinion.
Whoever has current data on the blast, I need it on my desk ASAP.
You got it!
Ken, try to get Russian Missile Command on the phone, please.
'Reports say...'
- Anything on DIA? - We should have Russian intel soon.
I need the START report. Not just the summaries.
- Not just the abstracts, all of it. - I'm all over it.
- And where is my military liaison? - Right here.
Lieutenant Colonel Tom Devoe,
reporting as ordered, ma'am.
My enthusiasm sometimes gets the best of me.
I hope that I didn't offend you in there.
No, of course not.
- Coffee? - I'd love some.
Over there.
Russian Missile Command's on line six.
I'd like to reiterate our commitment to helping you find some answers.
Yes.
- No, I understand, General. - I brought you some coffee.
Uh, that's right.
We need to know exactly who was on that train.
Uh, no, I am the man in charge. I report directly to the President.
What do you want me to say?
I don't see what has to do with anything.
Yes, well... I see.
No, I understand.
I think... I mean I know I have a couple.
Alright. If you would be able to get back to me
with the names of the men who were on the train and the number of warheads,
- that would be wonderful. - In my office.
And how long do you think that will take?
Well, uh...
I'll be expecting your call.
Thank you.
'CNN has confirmed the detonation...'
We got the confirmation.
- There were 10 warheads on board. - Forty men on board.
- This is meaningless. - It's in Russian.
Princeton.
The blue-blooded backbone of our country.
- My father's a mailman. - Well, you'd never know.
"Ilin, Kodoroff, Kulik, Levindovsky..."
- Kodoroff? Aleksander Kodoroff? - Yeah. You know him?
Yeah, I know him. God damn it!
I don't know about these other guys,
but General Kodoroff doesn't ride around on a nuclear transport train.
Get me NMCC Intel, please.
- It's like Ivana Trump on a subway. - Can you get my files?
- Have that enhanced off the Urals. - Yes, sir.
Sergeant.
Kodoroff's under investigation for corruption,
probably gonna be indicted.
Gave a speech nine days ago in St Petersburg.
Mostly nationalistic bluster, bemoaning the loss of empire
and unity of the Slavic peoples.
Family history, phone records, bank statements.
Urine analysis from a Moscow traffic stop last month: 0.367
- I'm amazed he could turn the key. - That's a few cocktails.
Saw his dentist Tuesday, dined with some attractive people on Friday.
- Haven't been able to ID them yet. - Costello, you're slipping!
- Oh, I'm gettin' old, sir. - You're not old.
General Garnett's old.
If you don't mind me askin', is Kodoroff involved?
- We don't know. He was on the train. - You see, that's funny.
Why?
The General's got a Finnish mistress.
- Lives in Helsinki. - Laina.
The guy calls her every day like clockwork.
- So? - Well, the thing is,
if Kodoroff was on that train and he's so dead,
who's calling Laina in Helsinki off some satellite over southern Russia?
If that's a secure phone, I need it. Excuse me, General.
If a top-ranking Russian general is involved,
any intel we get from Moscow is either compromised...
Palkawunic Vertikoff.
- ..or a flat-out lie. - You're right.
Dimitri, Tom Devoe.
- 'What do you want?' - Are you busy?
I'm with two women. Call me back some other time.
- 'How are you guys holdin' up?' - The only virtue is,
people are forgetting Chechnya.
Yeah. Listen, I've got the troop manifest from that train.
Alek Kodoroff got vaporised out there, did he?
- 'Yeah. What a shame.' - Yeah.
So how is it he's calling Laina from a bird over southern Russia?
How's he doin' that?
'Are you still there?'
'You must be wrong about that, Tom.
'Our figures indicate the fallout should have dissipated by then.
'Let me fax you what we've got. Your number?'
Hold on. Fax number, please. Hang on.
Alright, 001 703...
- ..511 68. - Six-eight.
I'm going to hang up now. Bye.
Listen...
That scared him.
- Is this the fax? - Yes, sir.
'Information on the nuclear weapon incident in Russia
'is still sketchy.
'But we do have facts about the magnitude of the disaster.
'Seismographs around the world detected the blast,
'and the explosion was seen as far away as Lithuania
'on the Baltic Sea.
'Projections indicate the fallout
'will affect all of Russia and northern Europe.
'There's still no word on casualties.
'President Clinton will issue a statement on this tragedy...'
Vienna, 2:00pm, Bacherplatz.
Why Vienna?
- Kordech. - Maybe.
Kordech is a front for the Russian Mafia in Vienna.
And it's a trucking company.
'Whether it was an accident or an act of terrorism remains a question.'
I need NORAD's sector 9877 intel from the Urals,
updated fallout patterns and troop movements from NATO humint.
Honey-roasted. Think anybody'll mind if I stole a couple of bags?
My old man will love the Executive Seal.
Go ahead. Knock yourself out.
Would you call Langley? We're waiting for Kodoroff's psych profile.
He's an asshole. I'll save you a trip.
Thanks. I'll go with the official version.
OK. Officially, he's an asshole.
He'll do anything for money, which is good,
cos it makes him predictable.
I'd say he's been anything but predictable.
He took an order for an expensive, hard-to-find product,
and he intends to make good on delivery. Supply and demand.
Your area of expertise, Colonel? That's the word on the Hill.
You've been checkin' up on me.
I like to know who I'm working with.
I'd like to know something.
You moved from Lawrence Livermore to the White House.
So, first you build the bombs to blow up the entire world
and now you wanna save it.
Make up your mind, which is it?
Well, I believe this week we're saving it.
- So, it's really that simple? - It is to me, that simple.
When you've been the boss for more than two weeks, you'll know that.
Three weeks. You've done some checkin' yourself.
I like to know who I'm workin' with.
You can run your charts and your theories all you want.
In the field, this is how it works.
The good guys, that's us,
chase the bad guys, and they don't wear black hats.
They are, however, all alike.
They demand power and respect, and they'll pay top dollar to get it.
And that is our highly motivated buyer.
- What about other motivations? - Not important to me.
Either way, there are people who don't care about money or respect,
who believe killing innocent people is justified.
For them it is about rage, frustration, hatred.
They feel pain and want to share it.
That does me no good. Let's deal with the facts at hand.
23 hours ago, General Aleksander Kodoroff stole ten nuclear warheads.
He's just a delivery boy.
I'm not afraid of the man who wants ten nuclear weapons, Colonel.
I'm terrified of the man who only wants one.
Hey, look who's the secret agent!
Nice hat. You don't stand out at all!
Dress shoes with khakis?
- Look at you. - Leave me alone.
Listen, whatever happens, deny it.
OK. These are CDs for Tasha. You will not like them.
How is she?
16, and in love with a 20-year-old motorcross racer.
- She said to say hello. - Send her my love.
Is Kodoroff involved with Kordech?
Dr Julia Kelly, Colonel Dimitri Vertikoff.
Dr Kelly heads the Nuclear Smuggling Group.
With the White House.
That's good.
I think we can do business, Dr Kelly.
- Let's take a walk. - OK, let's take a walk.
They sit here and drink. We might as well join them.
We've monitored Kordech for years,
but it's always been a Mafia/ex-KGB operation.
Until recently. You must see it in the context of my country.
Kodoroff comes from a generation of officers who grew up in the crumbling system.
Those pictures in your head of Russia,
bread lines, shitty little apartments, ancient cars.
Kodoroff and his friends made sure that it never applied to them.
But now, even that system is crumbling.
This was Kodoroff's way out, his big score.
So we're here because you can't investigate Kordech yourself?
No, I can't investigate without alerting Kodoroff.
Half the men used to be in my unit.
Mr Dietrich Schumacher schedules all Russian shipping for Kordech.
You have an appointment at 4:00.
Good, let's go see a man about a truck.
That's gasoline!
- Do you have them? - Yes. We have to begin immediately.
Just remember the plan.
- I'm Anthony Haden... - I'm Patty Carson.
We go in, we get the information. then we get out.
You call me Tony. Here we go.
Hi, I'm Anthony Haden. This is my associate, Patty Carson.
- Herr Schumacher's expecting us. - Please follow me.
'Make yourselves comfortable.'
Thank you.
Trucking business must be pretty good.
I wonder what chateau in the Loire Valley these came from.
Mr Haden? Welcome.
Thank you very much for seeing us.
This is my associate, Ms Carson.
Nice place you have here.
My taste is for the Italians
but the German late Baroque was influenced by the Italians.
Several of our paintings are Italian.
- That's a Tiepolo. - Oh, yeah.
I'm a big Leroy Neiman fan. Are you familiar with his work?
- No, I'm afraid not. - No? Oh.
- Please, come in. - Sure.
To my office.
- Oh, now, this is nice. - Thank you.
Have a seat.
How can we help you?
I just wanted some information about trucking in Russia.
I might not be the right man if you need to rent equipment.
You're the head of transportation, right?
The head?
- No, I just do the scheduling. - Right.
You're the guy who gets things done. Smart, put a German on it.
Yes, well.
As I said, how can I help you?
Well, what we wanna know is,
if I wanted to rent a vehicle to steal and transport nuclear weapons
from somewhere, let's say, inside the Urals,
would you be the guy to talk to?
Would you be that guy?
No, I'm afraid not.
I believe our meeting is over.
Alright, thank you for...
- Do you like Ford Explorers? - We have to go.
Range Rovers, Land Cruisers?
Mr Haden, will you leave the room?
No!
Should've taken the money, Hans!
- Get up and get behind that desk. - You broke my nose!
Not a word. Get the tape out of my briefcase.
I won't shoot you unless I have to, and I'll feel bad about it. Sit down!
Give me the tape.
- I need the password. What is it? - Hang on.
- The password. - No.
Alright, hang on.
Alright, Hans, we'll do it your way.
How's the backhand? Password?
- Hasselhoff. - Hasselhoff.
Hasselhoff... How do you spell "Hasselhoff"?
Way to go, Hans. Very brave.
I'm in.
I need the trucking invoices for the last seven days.
Alright.
- This is your plan? - Yep.
- This is your big plan? - This is...my plan!
Hurry up.
- Come on. - Almost. Just logging off.
- Stay on. Who cares? Leave it on. - Got it!
Good.
Alright.
Thank you very much, Herr Schumacher!
- Go. Go! - Come on! Come on!
- You get it? - Got it.
- You alright? - No, I'm not alright!
- Brilliant idea, smash his face in. - That's how things get done.
A few bribes, it never happened at all, right?
Check the seats, they go all the way back.
- Oh, yeah. - Cool.
- Embassy car. - CD player, bullet-proof glass,
everything.
Oh, shit!
We...may have a problem.
This will cost us. What do you have?
- Eighty. - That's enough. I'll be back.
Hold this.
- So you think he set us up? - Who?
- Your friend. - No.
- How can you be so sure? - Because he's my friend.
He needs more money. Give me...
Oh, my God!
Out!
Get up front. Get up front!
Up front?
- They're behind us. - How many of them?
Two...three.
Reach into that briefcase. Pull out an extra magazine.
- Where is it? - In the briefcase.
Damn it!
Seat belt.
Come on, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?!
What are you doing?
Shit!
No! NO!
- Come on. - The invoices.
- Come on! - The invoices!
- Come on, God damn it! - No!
Go, go! GO!
Dimitri has a...
..a daughter, Tasha.
Sixteen. She lives in Rybinsk.
I remember when she was three.
She's... She's beautiful.
It doesn't make sense, you know?
You don't...kill a Dimitri Vertikoff.
There are certain rules. Killing him isn't useful.
Is it ever?
I never watched anybody die before.
'Welcome. You've got mail.'
I e-mailed Schumacher's files to my AOL account before I logged off.
Did it work?
Uh...yeah.
We're looking for a vehicle hired in the Urals on about June 29.
Right?
- The truck's too small. - Yes. St Petersburg, one direction.
Point of origin, Chelyabinsk. Registration number, 7056BM.
Destination, Imisli 44E.
That's Azerbaijan. It's just south of Russia.
Five miles from fuckin' Iran!
He crosses that border and those nukes are gone!
We got a bank-routing code number.
There's no client names. "44E", does that mean anything to you?
- What? - Schumacher put a private memo
on the invoice. It can't be copied.
This is Devoe, we have a target vehicle. It's a cargo truck.
Registration 7056 Bravo Mike.
It's travelling south from Chelyabinsk to Imisli in Azerbaijan.
I am requesting a high-priority tasker.
Any birds... Any birds find this truck.
We've got nukes heading for Iran.
What the hell is 44E?
I am a Serb. I'm a Croat.
I'm a Muslim.
You will look at what I have done and say,
"Of course. Why not? They are all animals."
They have slaughtered each other for centuries.
But the truth is,
I am not a monster.
I'm a human man.
I'm just like you,
whether you like it or not.
Hey, Rich, how you doing?
We haven't seen you since the great scud hunt!
- Captain Santiago, sir. - Hello, Captain.
This is Lieutenant Beach. He'll run the operation from the ground.
- Gentlemen, have you found him? - Damn close, sir.
Giving them an average speed of 65 clicks,
if their destination is Imisli and they take a direct route,
we put them about here, in Dagestan.
Still in Russia, below Makhackala on the Caspian Sea.
We've looked at everything within a 200-square-mile area.
We haven't found the truck. They're probably stuck here, in Kumuh.
There's a hell of a traffic jam down there.
Trucks are too close together. We can't get an angle on the plates.
- What's going on down there? - Armenia and Azerbaijan fighting.
Roads are clogged with refugees fleeing north.
Ken? Get me a copy of Kodoroff's intel phone records.
- What are you thinking? - I need an outside line.
Somebody give me an outside line, please?
Filthy fucking refugees.
Azerbaijani, Georgian, Kazhakstani.
Don't curse them.
I don't care what bitch gave birth to them, Muslim, Serb.
I don't hate them for who they are.
I hate them because they are poor.
- 'Alek, how's the ride down there?' - Who is this?
Doesn't traffic drive you nuts?
- Who the fuck is this? - 'It's Tom Devoe. How you been?'
You still humpin' that Finnish stewardess with the bad skin?
Tom. Are you still trading stolen cars on the black market?
Hey, Alek, you watched CNN during Desert Storm.
Remember those shots from the nose of the missiles
slammin' into those trucks?
'Remember that picture?
'How it kept gettin' closer and bigger on the screen?'
You could just about see the faces of those drivers, and then...
Zap, the picture went dead. We didn't see what happened next.
Well, guess what, Alek?
You will, you son of a bitch.
Shit. Get out of the way!
- I guess that upset him. - Can you get an angle?
He rear-ends some guy, can it detonate that nuke?
As long as no one opens the primary, it's OK.
Come on, sweetie. Come on.
It's coming.
70-56 Bravo Mike. That's it.
How long until the satellite's out of range?
- One hour, 46 minutes. - Contact Russian command.
Give them the location of the truck.
Boom!