Cover-Up (1991) Movie Script
1
- Who the hell could that be?
What's your business?
- Well, I bring cabbages.
- Cabbages?
- Cabbages.
- Sign here.
- What the
fuck's going on?
- We're
under attack.
- Jesus Christ,
it sounds like the whole
fucking base is on fire!
- Keep very
alert for bogies!
- Yes, sir, we'll keep
our eyes open.
- Got a match?
Guess not.
Let's go.
All right, we're in.
- Hold it, hold it, stop!
Hold it! Hold it!
Jesus Christ, these
two are dead!
- They've broken in,
somebody's been here.
Come on, let's check it out.
- Mr. Anderson, how long do
you intend to stay in Israel?
- I don't know, about a week.
- Are you here for
business or pleasure?
- Business.
I'm covering the attack
on the U.S. Naval Base.
- Your first time in Israel?
- No.
- Enjoy your stay.
- Thanks.
Can you tell me where
the press conference is?
- Yes, sir,
upstairs and to the right.
Here's your pass.
- Thanks.
- You better hurry up,
sir,
they're already in session.
- We can report that a total
of eight Marines were killed
and six wounded in last
night's raid.
An extremist religious group
operating out of Baghdad,
which calls itself
Black October,
has claimed responsibility.
Due to the alert
reactions of our Marines
guarding the main gate,
the attack vehicle was
stopped at that point
and no further damage
is reported.
- Ladies and gentlemen, you
may pick up mimeograph lists
of the American personnel
who were killed and
wounded in the raid.
The next of kin have
already been notified.
Are there any questions?
- Yes, Ted.
- Ted Fence at the Writers.
Can you now actually
confirm that Black October
was responsible for this raid?
- Confirmation at
this time is based solely
on contact made with
our embassy by a group
claiming to be Black October.
-
Miss Clifford?
- Yes?
- Catherine Elders, the
Associated Press.
What did they say their motive
was for attacking the base?
- I am not going to comment
on the internal affairs
of a foreign government.
You'll have to ask--
- Michael Anderson, Los
Angeles Post!
Were all the casualties
a result of the bombing
or was their and
exchange of gunfire?
- No.
- Can you confirm the report?
- Excuse me, ladies
and gentlemen,
that'll be all for right now.
We will have a complete update
for you at 3 P.M. today.
Thank you very much.
I have lists.
- Hey.
Hey, Coop.
- What the hell are you
doing in Tel Aviv, Mike?
- Just got in, I'm covering
for Bob Misiorowski.
Fucking guy broke his leg
on some goddamn
celebrity ski thing.
- Sounds like Misiorowski.
You don't look so great
yourself there, pal.
- What do you mean, I'm
wearing a tie.
- I thought you were
working out of Los Angeles?
- I was in New York on my
way to Paris to push my book.
- Oh yeah, listen, I read it.
Congratulations, man,
did a great job.
- Thanks.
- I'm proud of you.
- Thanks.
Yeah, they got me up in
the middle of the night,
told me to get my but down here.
- Ugh.
- How's Susan doing?
- She's fine, you know.
It's pretty crazy
here right now.
Things are bad and looks
like they're getting worse
but we're all doing all right.
- She seem pissed off at me?
- Colonel?
Can I see you for a minute,
please?
- Yes, sir, just a moment.
Listen--
- Now, Colonel!
Bring me some copies of
the press brief.
- Yes, sir.
- Hey, Anderson.
How come I'm not in the book?
- I gotta move out, bud.
- Hey, John, do you got
time for lunch?
- Yeah, we got a lot
of catch up to do, pal.
- Yeah, we do.
I'm at the King David.
Can you meet me at the
cafe at 13:00?
- You buying?
- Yeah.
- I'll be there.
- I'm going to see the old man.
So, tell me, what do you got,
quick.
- I have all available
personnel working on it.
The package won't
leave the country.
- Yeah, well if it does,
you're gonna be slinging hash
at some military
school somewhere.
I give you one thing
to do, just one thing.
To watch that package
for 12 hours.
12 hours!
Now six hours later, the
base is on fire,
there's a morgue full of Marines
and we can't find that
goddamn package anywhere.
- Hey, pal,
at the Naval base, how
many Marines would guard
the gate over there?
- Okay.
You may go in now, Mr. Anderson.
- Shit.
- Thanks always, Susan.
- Sure.
- Oh.
Hey, I saw your book, Mike.
Good job.
You spelled all the words right.
- Hi, Susan.
You look great.
- Thanks.
- I'm doing the best I can, sir.
- You just find that
goddamn package.
ASAP.
- Yes, sir.
- What's the real story here?
- Pick up the press
release, it's all there.
- Come on, it's never all there.
Are you tied up for tonight?
- Am I tied up for tonight?
You have some nerve, you know?
You broke the story on the
capture of the terrorists
that blew up the airport in Rome
and then you just disappeared,
vanished for a year.
- called me home.
- Oh, come on!
That is the lamest goddamn
excuse I've ever heard.
Why couldn't you just tell
me it was over to my face?
- Look, you
got it all wrong.
- And what about John?
That bomb killed
everyone he loved.
You should've been there
for him, where were you?
- Where was I?
- Yeah.
- I called you from L.A.,
I called you from New York,
twice from El Salvador,
remember?
- Oh, so a phone call, huh?
That's how you say goodbye?
I thought I could trust you.
- Trust?
You wanna talk to me
about trust?
- Yeah, let's talk about it.
- Excuse me, Miss Clifford.
Mr. Jackson wants to see you.
- Tell him I said in a minute.
- He said right away.
- Susan, wait.
Wait.
Come on, Susan.
Can we get into this
somewhere else?
How about dinner?
Call you at five?
- I'll be here.
- Now let me get this
straight from square one.
You had the package and
now it's gone?
- Yes, sir.
- You were holding
it at the Naval base.
Why didn't you just
ship the damn thing out?
- It was being sent to the
headquarters at Langley.
They decided it would be safer
to ship it by sea than by air.
- Langley?
- Mm-hmm.
- Why wasn't I
told about it?
- Well, they determined that
it'd be better to secure
the package first.
- Just who determined that?
The NSC or the President?
- The headquarters at Langley.
See, technically, sir, neither
the NSC nor the President
knows about this.
- Jackson, I cannot
allow the shifting
of the responsibility for
this to my jurisdiction.
And if you think
that I'm gonna stand--
- Sir, sir.
Look.
We are facing a potentially
dangerous situation here
with thousands of lives
being threatened.
I've got to inform you not
to mention this
to any of your personnel.
I will get to the bottom
of this with my people.
- Am I to understand
that technically speaking
I haven't been informed
of this matter either?
- Any way you wanna put it, sir.
- Well, I guess a week from now,
I won't be seeing this
table no more.
- What're you gonna do
about Ellana?
- I already
told her I'm going home.
The three of us.
- She'll get over it.
- Yeah, but
I'm gonna miss her, you know?
- Hey.
A lot of my buddies, you
know, when their tour was up,
they went back and hooked up
with their girlfriends again.
No big deal.
- That'll be 20 bucks, guy.
- Yeah.
You know, damn, I just
can't seem to get warmed up.
You guys want another game?
- This guy doesn't know
when he's beaten.
- Yeah, sure, you're on.
- That looks pretty nasty.
What happened?
- Main gate.
Got in the middle of that shit.
Two and a half hours to
put out that fire.
Burned half of my fucking arm.
- Well, at
least it was only
the main gate that got hit.
- Main gate, my ass.
Tell that to Kyle and Miller.
- Kyle and Miller, what,
got killed in the fire?
- No.
They were killed in the armory.
- The armory?
- Hey, Rizzo, at ease.
Come on, let's go.
- Nice meeting you.
You should practice some more.
- Yeah, I guess so.
Goodnight, guys.
Look, I gotta tell you,
whatever happened at the
base is not in this report.
- What do you think happened,
Mike?
- Coop, I went there.
- So what do you want from me?
- Very simple, the truth.
- The truth is that
Black October
tried to blow up a US
military base.
- That's bullshit, Coop.
Come on, this isn't Lebanon.
Not even close.
Nobody heard any gunshots.
Nobody heard any
squealing tires.
That truck was completely
stopped at the guard house.
- Mike, Mike, get with
the program, will you?
I've been up all night on this.
Jackson is busting my ass.
Give me a break, will you?
- Coop, what happened
at the armory?
- Let me think about it.
- Right, think about it.
Listen,
Susan really laid into me
about what happened in Rome.
You know, if I could've
stayed, I would have.
I loved Ellen and the kids.
- Hey, you did what
you had to do.
Rome.
Christ.
That was a mess.
I'm just glad Susan was there.
- Listen, can you get me
off the hook with her?
- Well, I guess now is as good
a time as any to tell you.
Susan and I are gonna be
married, Mike.
- What the fuck is that?
- What the?
- Yeah?
- I taught you were gonna
call me at five.
- Oh yeah, Susan, hi.
Yeah, sure, I'm
buying you dinner.
- No, I think we're talking
about breakfast now.
- What?
Oh, shit.
I slept straight through.
I'll be over in half an hour.
- Okay.
I'll be right up.
How about over there?
Thanks.
- Susan?
- Is this what you ordered, sir?
- I don't know.
- Banana pancakes.
I remember they're your
favorite, right?
- Yeah, that's right.
Oh.
Let me put some clothes on.
If I understand,
congratulations are in order.
- Yeah, thanks.
- Listen,
yesterday, I really,
it was really dumb of me to
barge in on you like that.
I really should've called first.
- Spoke with John a
little bit last night
about what happened in
Rome and I understand more.
You know, it's okay.
- So, I guess I blew it, huh?
- Pancakes are getting cold.
- Oh yeah.
- They didn't have
any maple syrup
so I got you honey instead.
- Oh, thanks a lot.
- Sure.
So, those as good as mine?
- Yeah?
- Mike, it's John.
- It's Coop.
Hey, wanna come up?
Susan's here.
- No, it's time
we talk about your room.
Meet me at the Maccabi
basketball stadium in 10
minutes.
It's important.
- I know where it is.
I'll be right over.
Bye.
Did you think about it?
- I don't know what was
taken from the armory, Mike.
Jackson's stonewalling
the whole story.
Some sort of coverup.
Two days ago he told me he
had a package going out.
Transoceanic delivery.
He didn't say it was
anything special
but he was real hush,
hush about it.
Now, whatever the
package was is gone
and he's trying to
hang it on me.
- You sure you're
not being a little paranoid?
- Paranoid?
Mike, I read his report.
He's looking for a scapegoat
and I'm his first choice.
He's naming names and
it's all fiction.
If he had just told me
what's in the package,
I coulda handled it personally.
Listen, I'm going out on
a limb on this
but I gotta take a chance.
I think I'm being watched.
I left a file for you in
Susan's office.
It just came in from Washington.
It's everything we know
on Black October.
From Langley to Barzel.
- Say, Coop, you know I
really appreciate
you leveling with me
on this one.
- Hey, pal, no problem.
You're one of the few people I
think I can still trust, huh?
Talk to you soon, we'll have
a couple of beers, all right?
- Yeah.
- Oh, Mike.
Jesus, I almost forgot.
Susan wants you to come
over for dinner tonight.
Just like we did in
the old days.
About eight o'clock or so?
Meatloaf.
- Sounds great,
I'll be there.
- All right, buddy.
- Sure.
- Where to, boss?
- Take me back to the King--
- All right, one more
time from the top.
- I ran into John at
the embassy.
We had lunch, we talked
about old times.
We had some things to clear up.
Personal.
- Personal, my ass!
The military attach for
the United States Embassy
in Tel Aviv was just
blown to smithereens
and you were the last one
to speak to him.
Now I wanna know what the
fuck you were talking about.
Huh?
- You finished?
- Let's see.
Political Science major.
Yale.
United States Marine.
You wrote a column for
the Marine Corp Gazette?
Honorable discharge,
Associated Press and now
Los Angeles Post.
Two books out, last one
a best seller.
After you led us to
those terrorists,
we even tried to recruit
you ourselves.
- Yeah, by shipping me
out of Italy.
- Goddamn, man,
we saved your life by
shipping you out of there.
Those terrorists knew who
tipped us off.
You and this lady, here.
Both would've been killed.
Look.
Anderson,
why don't you just save both
of us a whole lot of trouble
and tell me what you
and Cooper had going on?
- Can I go now?
- Sure.
- It's not fair, Mike, you know?
I finally convinced him to
take time off for the wedding.
We were gonna go home so
he can meet my parents.
He's been strained.
He and Jackson have been going
at each other for months now.
Oh, Mike.
- You all right?
- Yeah.
- Did you read this?
- No.
- Seems like Black October
is the biggest terrorist
group we've ever seen.
It's based in Iraq, it has
links to the Shiite Muslims.
Muslim Jihad.
PLO.
Funded by Libya, Iran
as well as Syria.
Susan, do you know
where Barzel is?
- No, why?
- Coop said everything
was in this file
from Langley to Barzel.
Well, there's no
mention of it here.
I don't know what the
hell it could be.
- I'm not sure but I can
check on it if you want me to.
- Did you see this?
- What is it?
- Two more
marines killed.
- Yeah, I read
the release on that.
- A lot of marines dying
around here lately.
- Thanks for being here.
- See you.
I'm working for an
American newspaper.
Is there anyway I can see
where those marines were
killed yesterday?
Look, I knew one of the guys.
Come on, buddy, don't be
such an asshole.
Won't you just make it
easier for the both of us
and just tell me what you want?
- I'll take that.
This way.
- What the hell's
wrong with him?
- He died 20 minutes ago.
We are waiting for the ambulance
to come and pick him up.
You don't look like a reporter.
- You don't look
like room service.
- It depends on your
point of view.
I guess these two
really got fucked.
- Miss Clifford.
I'm sorry about John.
He's a good man.
I think he was killed by
Black October.
And I also think that
Anderson knows something.
Susan, I need for you
to do something for me.
- What do you want me to do?
- I need for you to open
up Mike Anderson.
- 201, please.
Thanks.
- Miss Clifford's office.
- This is Mike Anderson.
Could you put her on now,
please?
- Mike?
- Yeah, hi, listen, I
gotta see you right now.
- Don't come here.
Go to my apartment.
- Taxi!
- What's going on?
- Quiet.
Come on.
Somebody tried to run
me over today.
My room's been searched,
my phone's tapped.
I think yours is too.
See that car down there?
- Yeah.
- I think they're CIA.
- Well, I just ran into
Jackson at the Embassy
and he asked me to watch you.
- What'd you tell him?
- I told him that I would.
- Good.
- Unit 10, report.
- No calls yet.
- Let's see here.
Son of a bitch.
Jenny, it's Mike.
- Where the
hell are you?
- Nevermind, just
take this down.
- Okay, go.
- Tel Aviv,
Wednesday the 28th.
The chain of events which
began with the bombing
of the US Naval Base has taken
a grim turn for the worse
with the death of
Colonel John Cooper.
- Son of a bitch!
Let's go, let's go!
Shit!
Jesus!
- I shouldn't be long.
- Finally.
We have a file on Black October.
- I know, I just read it.
Do you realize the mess
we've gotten ourselves into?
These maniacs can kill
tens of thousands of people
if they choose to.
- Look, I've got all my
men working on it.
We just have to take
it one step at a time.
- Well I insist we tell
the Israelis.
- Oh, no, no.
We've gotta give that
another day.
- Well what
about Anderson?
- I've got him
completely covered.
Besides,
Susan Clifford is with him.
- Jackson?
Do you think we're doing
the right thing here?
- Look, Ambassador,
Warren,
we just have to relax.
You don't know when to
let things alone, do you?
Huh?
- What the fuck are
you hiding here?
What's going on here, Jackson?
- Look, I am asking
the questions around here and
tomorrow you're out of here,
first plane smoking.
- No way, man, you're not
pulling me out of here
like you did in Rome--
- Hey, I can do
any goddamn thing I want to.
- I saw that fucking
truck up front.
That's a chemical
decontamination vehicle.
- Ah, bullshit, bullshit!
- Whatever's going on
here, I'm gonna find it
and I don't care what you do.
You love this shit, don't you,
Jackson?
Sneaking around, putting
bugs up my ass.
- Wait.
- Trying to run me over
in the street.
Taking shots at me.
- Hold it.
- Want a shot?
- Holt it, sit down.
Hey, sit down!
- Huh, come on!
- Sit the fuck down!
- Get your fucking hands off me!
- Now look,
nobody here is trying
to take a shot at you.
We've got wires on you,
we've got tails on you
but nobody here is
trying to kill you.
- Then who the hell's
shooting at me?
- Your guess is as good as mine,
man.
Wish to hell I knew.
- They killed my best friend.
I wanna know what's going on.
- All right.
Gentlemen, let us have
this room, please.
Now, Anderson,
I can bust you, I can throw
you out of the country,
I can make you just disappear.
But I'm not gonna do
any of that.
I'm gonna try and make
a deal with you
because I'm closing in
on Black October
and you got just enough
information to fuck everything
up.
So you gotta promise
me one thing.
You gotta hold off for 48 hours
before you break what
I'm about to tell you.
- You're on.
- Six months ago, for
chemists were working here
on a new formula for a
special fertilizer
to be used on high yield crops.
It cost them their lives.
- How?
- They stumbled on a
new compound.
- What do you mean, a
new compound?
- A nerve gas.
It's heavier than air,
odorless, tasteless.
It'll kill you in 30 seconds
and 60 seconds later, it's gone.
- Jesus Christ.
- Our government, of course,
has placed
a high priority status
on this compound
and I was directed to execute
a special operations transfer
of a sample to CIA
headquarters in Langley.
The package was kept
here at the base
when it was stolen by
Black October.
- How much did they
get away with?
- Enough to clear
approximately one square mile
of every living,
breathing organism.
About 50 thousands people.
Living.
- Those marines at the hotel.
- What about them?
- The newspaper reported
they were killed
by automatic weapons fire.
I went there.
There's not a single bullet hole
in the wall or the furniture.
No stray shots.
They were dead before
they went down.
Shot on the floor to
cover it up.
Gas?
- If you break our little deal,
I won't be responsible
for what happens to you.
You got it?
- Got it.
I can't believe I'm here
cooperating with the goddamn
CIA.
I should just print this
fucking thing anyway.
- I know you're frustrated
but from what you've told me,
I think you should wait
a couple more days.
Let Jackson handle it.
- Yeah.
Let Jackson handle it.
201, please.
Thanks.
For you.
- Thanks.
Gotta call the Embassy.
- Use the phone in my room?
- Okay.
- I just gotta check
on something.
- Mr. Anderson,
there is someone who'd
like to speak with you.
- Oh yeah, says who?
- My grandmother.
- Mr. Anderson,
be so kind as to come with us,
please.
- Good evening, Mr. Anderson.
Sorry we had to bring
you this way.
It's a violent world we live in.
- Sure.
Adnon Zobedi.
You're not an easy man to reach.
- And that's the way I like it.
Unfortunately, many have
succeeded in reaching me lately.
Your CIA, for instance.
It's made my life, my
business, very difficult.
And arms dealing is a
difficult business
to begin with, Mr. Anderson.
- Is this part of the reason?
- So you saw the file?
- Yeah.
- Amazing what a
little airbrushing can do.
- I knew I recognized
that photo from somewhere.
- Backed pasta that night.
- Yeah, overcooked.
So the CIA's using a fake photo?
- No, fake file.
Mr. Anderson,
it could cost me a lot of
money and favors in Washington
to get me out of it.
Black October isn't real.
- It doesn't make sense.
Who the hell is behind
this whole thing?
- Maybe someone who want
the world to believe
there is a Black October.
Maybe someone very clever
who's trying to provoke
an international incident.
Maybe even a war.
Quite a story, wouldn't
you say, Mr. Anderson?
One might even call
it an expos.
Mr. Anderson,
drive carefully.
- Hey, where have you been?
- What?
- What're you doing?
- I just got a big piece
of the puzzle.
- Yeah, what's that?
- There is no Black October.
- What?
- It's a hoax.
Wait till you read this, okay?
It's all in here.
- I'm gonna take a shower.
- Right.
- Hey, do you
have any conditioner?
- What?
- Do you have
any conditioner?
- Yeah, it's on the shelf
by the towels.
- Will you
get it for me?
- Good morning.
- I can't believe you're
eating that now.
- Come here.
I can't believe how
much I missed you.
- Yeah, me too.
- I've been on the
phone all day to LA
trying to get the story out
but they won't take it
without verification.
You know what, there's just
something else missing there.
- So what're you gonna do?
- I don't know.
Maybe we should just get
the hell out of here.
Rome, Paris.
What do you think?
Start again?
- I have to go to work now,
okay?
- All right.
- The
crowds are enormous here
for this event
unfolding before us
all over this ancient city.
There are probably 50
or 60 thousand people
already assembled here
and by the day's end,
that number will triple.
In spite of the increased
tension throughout the region,
and indeed, throughout Israel,
the spirits of the pilgrims
have not been dampened.
They wait anxiously
for the start of the march
to retrace the lost steps
of Jesus Christ.
Most of these holy week pilgrims
care little about
recent history.
Their attention firmly riveted,
their souls infused--
- Your breakfast, sir.
- A
sense of the past
that Jerusalem conjures
up without even trying.
That's the magic of this town.
- I don't have time
for breakfast.
- And
non-believer alike.
The peace procession now
waiting at the first station.
It was here
where Jesus was publicly charged
and condemned to death by
Pontius Pilate.
And the tradition and belief
that he committed to
suicide in the end
may well be correct.
- Jackson?
It's Anderson.
I gotta see you right away.
- What is it?
- Not on the phone.
- Then get over here.
24 Jerusalem Road.
- What the fuck is
going on here?
Cooper.
- Hello, Mike.
Gotcha.
Put these on.
Behind your back, do it!
Sit down.
Barzel.
I slipped up.
- Yeah.
And you slipped me that
phony Black October file.
- That's part of it.
Mike, here, loves a good story,
Lou.
Why don't you fill him in
on what's been going on?
Go on, take a shot.
- Military attach pays
off two of his own men
to steal the Barzel compound
and then he kills them with it.
They probably didn't even
know what they stole.
- That's very good, Lou.
Close, as usual, but no cigar.
The two were a special
operations unit,
expendable in the big picture,
and this is big, Mike.
Bigger than even you
can imagine.
- You just had to test it,
didn't you?
You little shit.
- Hey, stop it!
What the hell are you doing?
What, am I next?
- No.
Not yet.
After the show.
I have a Good Friday special
I would like you to watch
with me first.
- Cooper,
what're you gonna do
with the gas?
- Gentlemen, it's showtime.
- The events
of almost 2000 years ago
are suddenly as real
as yesterday.
And for many here, the
sorrowful procession...
remains a draining,
emotional experience,
an experience of a lifetime.
- All those pilgrims.
Three o'clock.
The bells in the Church
of the Holy Sepulchre.
Black October will release
the infamous Barzel compound.
Quite a bit more than this,
of course.
This is just a small sample.
For Lou.
I think we're looking
at a body count of 50
to a hundred thousand people.
And here's a key part.
At least half of those people
have got to be Americans.
Now, to me they'll be
American heroes.
But it's not gonna play
that way in Peoria.
- You son of a bitch!
What about their families?
- You got something you
wanna say, Lou?
- Do you seriously plan to kill
thousands of innocent people?
- Plus two.
We blame it on Iraq and
the rest of the Arabs
and wait for Uncle Sam
to send in the Marines.
Gentlemen, we are going
to start a fucking war.
- There's only one problem,
John.
I already filed the story.
It's going to press as we speak.
No one's gonna blame it
on Black October
because they'll know
there is no Black October.
- You lying snake.
Mike,
my family died a terrible
death in Rome.
And what did my
country do about it?
Nothing.
That's just not right.
- Now listen to me, Colonel.
- Shut up.
- No, listen to me.
- Shut up!
- Colonel!
You made a pledge to
defend this country,
not to start your own little
revolutions when you see fit!
- Sit down.
- You didn't mourn Ellen and
the kids very long, did you?
Before you jumped on Susan.
You fucking piece of shit!
- You bastard!
- Coop, where's the gas?
Coop, where's the gas?
- Ding-dong.
Ding...
Dong.
- Mike!
On the double!
Mike, it's too late!
Forget the key, get out of here!
- Sit down, sit down.
- Don't worry about me.
Go for it!
Go!
Quick!
- The peace
procession is now leaving
the ninth station of the cross.
A Roman column blocks the
ninth station.
A reminder that Jesus
collapsed within sight
of the place of his crucifixion.
To commemorate that
fateful event,
at three o'clock the
entire procession
will pause at the 11th station,
the sight where Christ
was nailed to the cross.
The word crucifixion describes
a terrible act of torture.
Stretched upon his bed of death,
Jesus was fastened to
the cross with nails,
which pierced his
hands and feet,
causing gaping wounds from
which his blood flowed freely.
The base of the cross was
firmly fixed in the rock
and to prevent the body from
tearing under its own weight,
it was propped up between
the legs and under the feet.
- Where's the Church
of the Holy Sepulchre?
- The 11th station.
- What station is this?
What station?
What station is this?
- What is it, my son?
- What station?
- This is the
11th station.
- Are you gonna
sacrifice me too?
- No!
- Who the hell could that be?
What's your business?
- Well, I bring cabbages.
- Cabbages?
- Cabbages.
- Sign here.
- What the
fuck's going on?
- We're
under attack.
- Jesus Christ,
it sounds like the whole
fucking base is on fire!
- Keep very
alert for bogies!
- Yes, sir, we'll keep
our eyes open.
- Got a match?
Guess not.
Let's go.
All right, we're in.
- Hold it, hold it, stop!
Hold it! Hold it!
Jesus Christ, these
two are dead!
- They've broken in,
somebody's been here.
Come on, let's check it out.
- Mr. Anderson, how long do
you intend to stay in Israel?
- I don't know, about a week.
- Are you here for
business or pleasure?
- Business.
I'm covering the attack
on the U.S. Naval Base.
- Your first time in Israel?
- No.
- Enjoy your stay.
- Thanks.
Can you tell me where
the press conference is?
- Yes, sir,
upstairs and to the right.
Here's your pass.
- Thanks.
- You better hurry up,
sir,
they're already in session.
- We can report that a total
of eight Marines were killed
and six wounded in last
night's raid.
An extremist religious group
operating out of Baghdad,
which calls itself
Black October,
has claimed responsibility.
Due to the alert
reactions of our Marines
guarding the main gate,
the attack vehicle was
stopped at that point
and no further damage
is reported.
- Ladies and gentlemen, you
may pick up mimeograph lists
of the American personnel
who were killed and
wounded in the raid.
The next of kin have
already been notified.
Are there any questions?
- Yes, Ted.
- Ted Fence at the Writers.
Can you now actually
confirm that Black October
was responsible for this raid?
- Confirmation at
this time is based solely
on contact made with
our embassy by a group
claiming to be Black October.
-
Miss Clifford?
- Yes?
- Catherine Elders, the
Associated Press.
What did they say their motive
was for attacking the base?
- I am not going to comment
on the internal affairs
of a foreign government.
You'll have to ask--
- Michael Anderson, Los
Angeles Post!
Were all the casualties
a result of the bombing
or was their and
exchange of gunfire?
- No.
- Can you confirm the report?
- Excuse me, ladies
and gentlemen,
that'll be all for right now.
We will have a complete update
for you at 3 P.M. today.
Thank you very much.
I have lists.
- Hey.
Hey, Coop.
- What the hell are you
doing in Tel Aviv, Mike?
- Just got in, I'm covering
for Bob Misiorowski.
Fucking guy broke his leg
on some goddamn
celebrity ski thing.
- Sounds like Misiorowski.
You don't look so great
yourself there, pal.
- What do you mean, I'm
wearing a tie.
- I thought you were
working out of Los Angeles?
- I was in New York on my
way to Paris to push my book.
- Oh yeah, listen, I read it.
Congratulations, man,
did a great job.
- Thanks.
- I'm proud of you.
- Thanks.
Yeah, they got me up in
the middle of the night,
told me to get my but down here.
- Ugh.
- How's Susan doing?
- She's fine, you know.
It's pretty crazy
here right now.
Things are bad and looks
like they're getting worse
but we're all doing all right.
- She seem pissed off at me?
- Colonel?
Can I see you for a minute,
please?
- Yes, sir, just a moment.
Listen--
- Now, Colonel!
Bring me some copies of
the press brief.
- Yes, sir.
- Hey, Anderson.
How come I'm not in the book?
- I gotta move out, bud.
- Hey, John, do you got
time for lunch?
- Yeah, we got a lot
of catch up to do, pal.
- Yeah, we do.
I'm at the King David.
Can you meet me at the
cafe at 13:00?
- You buying?
- Yeah.
- I'll be there.
- I'm going to see the old man.
So, tell me, what do you got,
quick.
- I have all available
personnel working on it.
The package won't
leave the country.
- Yeah, well if it does,
you're gonna be slinging hash
at some military
school somewhere.
I give you one thing
to do, just one thing.
To watch that package
for 12 hours.
12 hours!
Now six hours later, the
base is on fire,
there's a morgue full of Marines
and we can't find that
goddamn package anywhere.
- Hey, pal,
at the Naval base, how
many Marines would guard
the gate over there?
- Okay.
You may go in now, Mr. Anderson.
- Shit.
- Thanks always, Susan.
- Sure.
- Oh.
Hey, I saw your book, Mike.
Good job.
You spelled all the words right.
- Hi, Susan.
You look great.
- Thanks.
- I'm doing the best I can, sir.
- You just find that
goddamn package.
ASAP.
- Yes, sir.
- What's the real story here?
- Pick up the press
release, it's all there.
- Come on, it's never all there.
Are you tied up for tonight?
- Am I tied up for tonight?
You have some nerve, you know?
You broke the story on the
capture of the terrorists
that blew up the airport in Rome
and then you just disappeared,
vanished for a year.
- called me home.
- Oh, come on!
That is the lamest goddamn
excuse I've ever heard.
Why couldn't you just tell
me it was over to my face?
- Look, you
got it all wrong.
- And what about John?
That bomb killed
everyone he loved.
You should've been there
for him, where were you?
- Where was I?
- Yeah.
- I called you from L.A.,
I called you from New York,
twice from El Salvador,
remember?
- Oh, so a phone call, huh?
That's how you say goodbye?
I thought I could trust you.
- Trust?
You wanna talk to me
about trust?
- Yeah, let's talk about it.
- Excuse me, Miss Clifford.
Mr. Jackson wants to see you.
- Tell him I said in a minute.
- He said right away.
- Susan, wait.
Wait.
Come on, Susan.
Can we get into this
somewhere else?
How about dinner?
Call you at five?
- I'll be here.
- Now let me get this
straight from square one.
You had the package and
now it's gone?
- Yes, sir.
- You were holding
it at the Naval base.
Why didn't you just
ship the damn thing out?
- It was being sent to the
headquarters at Langley.
They decided it would be safer
to ship it by sea than by air.
- Langley?
- Mm-hmm.
- Why wasn't I
told about it?
- Well, they determined that
it'd be better to secure
the package first.
- Just who determined that?
The NSC or the President?
- The headquarters at Langley.
See, technically, sir, neither
the NSC nor the President
knows about this.
- Jackson, I cannot
allow the shifting
of the responsibility for
this to my jurisdiction.
And if you think
that I'm gonna stand--
- Sir, sir.
Look.
We are facing a potentially
dangerous situation here
with thousands of lives
being threatened.
I've got to inform you not
to mention this
to any of your personnel.
I will get to the bottom
of this with my people.
- Am I to understand
that technically speaking
I haven't been informed
of this matter either?
- Any way you wanna put it, sir.
- Well, I guess a week from now,
I won't be seeing this
table no more.
- What're you gonna do
about Ellana?
- I already
told her I'm going home.
The three of us.
- She'll get over it.
- Yeah, but
I'm gonna miss her, you know?
- Hey.
A lot of my buddies, you
know, when their tour was up,
they went back and hooked up
with their girlfriends again.
No big deal.
- That'll be 20 bucks, guy.
- Yeah.
You know, damn, I just
can't seem to get warmed up.
You guys want another game?
- This guy doesn't know
when he's beaten.
- Yeah, sure, you're on.
- That looks pretty nasty.
What happened?
- Main gate.
Got in the middle of that shit.
Two and a half hours to
put out that fire.
Burned half of my fucking arm.
- Well, at
least it was only
the main gate that got hit.
- Main gate, my ass.
Tell that to Kyle and Miller.
- Kyle and Miller, what,
got killed in the fire?
- No.
They were killed in the armory.
- The armory?
- Hey, Rizzo, at ease.
Come on, let's go.
- Nice meeting you.
You should practice some more.
- Yeah, I guess so.
Goodnight, guys.
Look, I gotta tell you,
whatever happened at the
base is not in this report.
- What do you think happened,
Mike?
- Coop, I went there.
- So what do you want from me?
- Very simple, the truth.
- The truth is that
Black October
tried to blow up a US
military base.
- That's bullshit, Coop.
Come on, this isn't Lebanon.
Not even close.
Nobody heard any gunshots.
Nobody heard any
squealing tires.
That truck was completely
stopped at the guard house.
- Mike, Mike, get with
the program, will you?
I've been up all night on this.
Jackson is busting my ass.
Give me a break, will you?
- Coop, what happened
at the armory?
- Let me think about it.
- Right, think about it.
Listen,
Susan really laid into me
about what happened in Rome.
You know, if I could've
stayed, I would have.
I loved Ellen and the kids.
- Hey, you did what
you had to do.
Rome.
Christ.
That was a mess.
I'm just glad Susan was there.
- Listen, can you get me
off the hook with her?
- Well, I guess now is as good
a time as any to tell you.
Susan and I are gonna be
married, Mike.
- What the fuck is that?
- What the?
- Yeah?
- I taught you were gonna
call me at five.
- Oh yeah, Susan, hi.
Yeah, sure, I'm
buying you dinner.
- No, I think we're talking
about breakfast now.
- What?
Oh, shit.
I slept straight through.
I'll be over in half an hour.
- Okay.
I'll be right up.
How about over there?
Thanks.
- Susan?
- Is this what you ordered, sir?
- I don't know.
- Banana pancakes.
I remember they're your
favorite, right?
- Yeah, that's right.
Oh.
Let me put some clothes on.
If I understand,
congratulations are in order.
- Yeah, thanks.
- Listen,
yesterday, I really,
it was really dumb of me to
barge in on you like that.
I really should've called first.
- Spoke with John a
little bit last night
about what happened in
Rome and I understand more.
You know, it's okay.
- So, I guess I blew it, huh?
- Pancakes are getting cold.
- Oh yeah.
- They didn't have
any maple syrup
so I got you honey instead.
- Oh, thanks a lot.
- Sure.
So, those as good as mine?
- Yeah?
- Mike, it's John.
- It's Coop.
Hey, wanna come up?
Susan's here.
- No, it's time
we talk about your room.
Meet me at the Maccabi
basketball stadium in 10
minutes.
It's important.
- I know where it is.
I'll be right over.
Bye.
Did you think about it?
- I don't know what was
taken from the armory, Mike.
Jackson's stonewalling
the whole story.
Some sort of coverup.
Two days ago he told me he
had a package going out.
Transoceanic delivery.
He didn't say it was
anything special
but he was real hush,
hush about it.
Now, whatever the
package was is gone
and he's trying to
hang it on me.
- You sure you're
not being a little paranoid?
- Paranoid?
Mike, I read his report.
He's looking for a scapegoat
and I'm his first choice.
He's naming names and
it's all fiction.
If he had just told me
what's in the package,
I coulda handled it personally.
Listen, I'm going out on
a limb on this
but I gotta take a chance.
I think I'm being watched.
I left a file for you in
Susan's office.
It just came in from Washington.
It's everything we know
on Black October.
From Langley to Barzel.
- Say, Coop, you know I
really appreciate
you leveling with me
on this one.
- Hey, pal, no problem.
You're one of the few people I
think I can still trust, huh?
Talk to you soon, we'll have
a couple of beers, all right?
- Yeah.
- Oh, Mike.
Jesus, I almost forgot.
Susan wants you to come
over for dinner tonight.
Just like we did in
the old days.
About eight o'clock or so?
Meatloaf.
- Sounds great,
I'll be there.
- All right, buddy.
- Sure.
- Where to, boss?
- Take me back to the King--
- All right, one more
time from the top.
- I ran into John at
the embassy.
We had lunch, we talked
about old times.
We had some things to clear up.
Personal.
- Personal, my ass!
The military attach for
the United States Embassy
in Tel Aviv was just
blown to smithereens
and you were the last one
to speak to him.
Now I wanna know what the
fuck you were talking about.
Huh?
- You finished?
- Let's see.
Political Science major.
Yale.
United States Marine.
You wrote a column for
the Marine Corp Gazette?
Honorable discharge,
Associated Press and now
Los Angeles Post.
Two books out, last one
a best seller.
After you led us to
those terrorists,
we even tried to recruit
you ourselves.
- Yeah, by shipping me
out of Italy.
- Goddamn, man,
we saved your life by
shipping you out of there.
Those terrorists knew who
tipped us off.
You and this lady, here.
Both would've been killed.
Look.
Anderson,
why don't you just save both
of us a whole lot of trouble
and tell me what you
and Cooper had going on?
- Can I go now?
- Sure.
- It's not fair, Mike, you know?
I finally convinced him to
take time off for the wedding.
We were gonna go home so
he can meet my parents.
He's been strained.
He and Jackson have been going
at each other for months now.
Oh, Mike.
- You all right?
- Yeah.
- Did you read this?
- No.
- Seems like Black October
is the biggest terrorist
group we've ever seen.
It's based in Iraq, it has
links to the Shiite Muslims.
Muslim Jihad.
PLO.
Funded by Libya, Iran
as well as Syria.
Susan, do you know
where Barzel is?
- No, why?
- Coop said everything
was in this file
from Langley to Barzel.
Well, there's no
mention of it here.
I don't know what the
hell it could be.
- I'm not sure but I can
check on it if you want me to.
- Did you see this?
- What is it?
- Two more
marines killed.
- Yeah, I read
the release on that.
- A lot of marines dying
around here lately.
- Thanks for being here.
- See you.
I'm working for an
American newspaper.
Is there anyway I can see
where those marines were
killed yesterday?
Look, I knew one of the guys.
Come on, buddy, don't be
such an asshole.
Won't you just make it
easier for the both of us
and just tell me what you want?
- I'll take that.
This way.
- What the hell's
wrong with him?
- He died 20 minutes ago.
We are waiting for the ambulance
to come and pick him up.
You don't look like a reporter.
- You don't look
like room service.
- It depends on your
point of view.
I guess these two
really got fucked.
- Miss Clifford.
I'm sorry about John.
He's a good man.
I think he was killed by
Black October.
And I also think that
Anderson knows something.
Susan, I need for you
to do something for me.
- What do you want me to do?
- I need for you to open
up Mike Anderson.
- 201, please.
Thanks.
- Miss Clifford's office.
- This is Mike Anderson.
Could you put her on now,
please?
- Mike?
- Yeah, hi, listen, I
gotta see you right now.
- Don't come here.
Go to my apartment.
- Taxi!
- What's going on?
- Quiet.
Come on.
Somebody tried to run
me over today.
My room's been searched,
my phone's tapped.
I think yours is too.
See that car down there?
- Yeah.
- I think they're CIA.
- Well, I just ran into
Jackson at the Embassy
and he asked me to watch you.
- What'd you tell him?
- I told him that I would.
- Good.
- Unit 10, report.
- No calls yet.
- Let's see here.
Son of a bitch.
Jenny, it's Mike.
- Where the
hell are you?
- Nevermind, just
take this down.
- Okay, go.
- Tel Aviv,
Wednesday the 28th.
The chain of events which
began with the bombing
of the US Naval Base has taken
a grim turn for the worse
with the death of
Colonel John Cooper.
- Son of a bitch!
Let's go, let's go!
Shit!
Jesus!
- I shouldn't be long.
- Finally.
We have a file on Black October.
- I know, I just read it.
Do you realize the mess
we've gotten ourselves into?
These maniacs can kill
tens of thousands of people
if they choose to.
- Look, I've got all my
men working on it.
We just have to take
it one step at a time.
- Well I insist we tell
the Israelis.
- Oh, no, no.
We've gotta give that
another day.
- Well what
about Anderson?
- I've got him
completely covered.
Besides,
Susan Clifford is with him.
- Jackson?
Do you think we're doing
the right thing here?
- Look, Ambassador,
Warren,
we just have to relax.
You don't know when to
let things alone, do you?
Huh?
- What the fuck are
you hiding here?
What's going on here, Jackson?
- Look, I am asking
the questions around here and
tomorrow you're out of here,
first plane smoking.
- No way, man, you're not
pulling me out of here
like you did in Rome--
- Hey, I can do
any goddamn thing I want to.
- I saw that fucking
truck up front.
That's a chemical
decontamination vehicle.
- Ah, bullshit, bullshit!
- Whatever's going on
here, I'm gonna find it
and I don't care what you do.
You love this shit, don't you,
Jackson?
Sneaking around, putting
bugs up my ass.
- Wait.
- Trying to run me over
in the street.
Taking shots at me.
- Hold it.
- Want a shot?
- Holt it, sit down.
Hey, sit down!
- Huh, come on!
- Sit the fuck down!
- Get your fucking hands off me!
- Now look,
nobody here is trying
to take a shot at you.
We've got wires on you,
we've got tails on you
but nobody here is
trying to kill you.
- Then who the hell's
shooting at me?
- Your guess is as good as mine,
man.
Wish to hell I knew.
- They killed my best friend.
I wanna know what's going on.
- All right.
Gentlemen, let us have
this room, please.
Now, Anderson,
I can bust you, I can throw
you out of the country,
I can make you just disappear.
But I'm not gonna do
any of that.
I'm gonna try and make
a deal with you
because I'm closing in
on Black October
and you got just enough
information to fuck everything
up.
So you gotta promise
me one thing.
You gotta hold off for 48 hours
before you break what
I'm about to tell you.
- You're on.
- Six months ago, for
chemists were working here
on a new formula for a
special fertilizer
to be used on high yield crops.
It cost them their lives.
- How?
- They stumbled on a
new compound.
- What do you mean, a
new compound?
- A nerve gas.
It's heavier than air,
odorless, tasteless.
It'll kill you in 30 seconds
and 60 seconds later, it's gone.
- Jesus Christ.
- Our government, of course,
has placed
a high priority status
on this compound
and I was directed to execute
a special operations transfer
of a sample to CIA
headquarters in Langley.
The package was kept
here at the base
when it was stolen by
Black October.
- How much did they
get away with?
- Enough to clear
approximately one square mile
of every living,
breathing organism.
About 50 thousands people.
Living.
- Those marines at the hotel.
- What about them?
- The newspaper reported
they were killed
by automatic weapons fire.
I went there.
There's not a single bullet hole
in the wall or the furniture.
No stray shots.
They were dead before
they went down.
Shot on the floor to
cover it up.
Gas?
- If you break our little deal,
I won't be responsible
for what happens to you.
You got it?
- Got it.
I can't believe I'm here
cooperating with the goddamn
CIA.
I should just print this
fucking thing anyway.
- I know you're frustrated
but from what you've told me,
I think you should wait
a couple more days.
Let Jackson handle it.
- Yeah.
Let Jackson handle it.
201, please.
Thanks.
For you.
- Thanks.
Gotta call the Embassy.
- Use the phone in my room?
- Okay.
- I just gotta check
on something.
- Mr. Anderson,
there is someone who'd
like to speak with you.
- Oh yeah, says who?
- My grandmother.
- Mr. Anderson,
be so kind as to come with us,
please.
- Good evening, Mr. Anderson.
Sorry we had to bring
you this way.
It's a violent world we live in.
- Sure.
Adnon Zobedi.
You're not an easy man to reach.
- And that's the way I like it.
Unfortunately, many have
succeeded in reaching me lately.
Your CIA, for instance.
It's made my life, my
business, very difficult.
And arms dealing is a
difficult business
to begin with, Mr. Anderson.
- Is this part of the reason?
- So you saw the file?
- Yeah.
- Amazing what a
little airbrushing can do.
- I knew I recognized
that photo from somewhere.
- Backed pasta that night.
- Yeah, overcooked.
So the CIA's using a fake photo?
- No, fake file.
Mr. Anderson,
it could cost me a lot of
money and favors in Washington
to get me out of it.
Black October isn't real.
- It doesn't make sense.
Who the hell is behind
this whole thing?
- Maybe someone who want
the world to believe
there is a Black October.
Maybe someone very clever
who's trying to provoke
an international incident.
Maybe even a war.
Quite a story, wouldn't
you say, Mr. Anderson?
One might even call
it an expos.
Mr. Anderson,
drive carefully.
- Hey, where have you been?
- What?
- What're you doing?
- I just got a big piece
of the puzzle.
- Yeah, what's that?
- There is no Black October.
- What?
- It's a hoax.
Wait till you read this, okay?
It's all in here.
- I'm gonna take a shower.
- Right.
- Hey, do you
have any conditioner?
- What?
- Do you have
any conditioner?
- Yeah, it's on the shelf
by the towels.
- Will you
get it for me?
- Good morning.
- I can't believe you're
eating that now.
- Come here.
I can't believe how
much I missed you.
- Yeah, me too.
- I've been on the
phone all day to LA
trying to get the story out
but they won't take it
without verification.
You know what, there's just
something else missing there.
- So what're you gonna do?
- I don't know.
Maybe we should just get
the hell out of here.
Rome, Paris.
What do you think?
Start again?
- I have to go to work now,
okay?
- All right.
- The
crowds are enormous here
for this event
unfolding before us
all over this ancient city.
There are probably 50
or 60 thousand people
already assembled here
and by the day's end,
that number will triple.
In spite of the increased
tension throughout the region,
and indeed, throughout Israel,
the spirits of the pilgrims
have not been dampened.
They wait anxiously
for the start of the march
to retrace the lost steps
of Jesus Christ.
Most of these holy week pilgrims
care little about
recent history.
Their attention firmly riveted,
their souls infused--
- Your breakfast, sir.
- A
sense of the past
that Jerusalem conjures
up without even trying.
That's the magic of this town.
- I don't have time
for breakfast.
- And
non-believer alike.
The peace procession now
waiting at the first station.
It was here
where Jesus was publicly charged
and condemned to death by
Pontius Pilate.
And the tradition and belief
that he committed to
suicide in the end
may well be correct.
- Jackson?
It's Anderson.
I gotta see you right away.
- What is it?
- Not on the phone.
- Then get over here.
24 Jerusalem Road.
- What the fuck is
going on here?
Cooper.
- Hello, Mike.
Gotcha.
Put these on.
Behind your back, do it!
Sit down.
Barzel.
I slipped up.
- Yeah.
And you slipped me that
phony Black October file.
- That's part of it.
Mike, here, loves a good story,
Lou.
Why don't you fill him in
on what's been going on?
Go on, take a shot.
- Military attach pays
off two of his own men
to steal the Barzel compound
and then he kills them with it.
They probably didn't even
know what they stole.
- That's very good, Lou.
Close, as usual, but no cigar.
The two were a special
operations unit,
expendable in the big picture,
and this is big, Mike.
Bigger than even you
can imagine.
- You just had to test it,
didn't you?
You little shit.
- Hey, stop it!
What the hell are you doing?
What, am I next?
- No.
Not yet.
After the show.
I have a Good Friday special
I would like you to watch
with me first.
- Cooper,
what're you gonna do
with the gas?
- Gentlemen, it's showtime.
- The events
of almost 2000 years ago
are suddenly as real
as yesterday.
And for many here, the
sorrowful procession...
remains a draining,
emotional experience,
an experience of a lifetime.
- All those pilgrims.
Three o'clock.
The bells in the Church
of the Holy Sepulchre.
Black October will release
the infamous Barzel compound.
Quite a bit more than this,
of course.
This is just a small sample.
For Lou.
I think we're looking
at a body count of 50
to a hundred thousand people.
And here's a key part.
At least half of those people
have got to be Americans.
Now, to me they'll be
American heroes.
But it's not gonna play
that way in Peoria.
- You son of a bitch!
What about their families?
- You got something you
wanna say, Lou?
- Do you seriously plan to kill
thousands of innocent people?
- Plus two.
We blame it on Iraq and
the rest of the Arabs
and wait for Uncle Sam
to send in the Marines.
Gentlemen, we are going
to start a fucking war.
- There's only one problem,
John.
I already filed the story.
It's going to press as we speak.
No one's gonna blame it
on Black October
because they'll know
there is no Black October.
- You lying snake.
Mike,
my family died a terrible
death in Rome.
And what did my
country do about it?
Nothing.
That's just not right.
- Now listen to me, Colonel.
- Shut up.
- No, listen to me.
- Shut up!
- Colonel!
You made a pledge to
defend this country,
not to start your own little
revolutions when you see fit!
- Sit down.
- You didn't mourn Ellen and
the kids very long, did you?
Before you jumped on Susan.
You fucking piece of shit!
- You bastard!
- Coop, where's the gas?
Coop, where's the gas?
- Ding-dong.
Ding...
Dong.
- Mike!
On the double!
Mike, it's too late!
Forget the key, get out of here!
- Sit down, sit down.
- Don't worry about me.
Go for it!
Go!
Quick!
- The peace
procession is now leaving
the ninth station of the cross.
A Roman column blocks the
ninth station.
A reminder that Jesus
collapsed within sight
of the place of his crucifixion.
To commemorate that
fateful event,
at three o'clock the
entire procession
will pause at the 11th station,
the sight where Christ
was nailed to the cross.
The word crucifixion describes
a terrible act of torture.
Stretched upon his bed of death,
Jesus was fastened to
the cross with nails,
which pierced his
hands and feet,
causing gaping wounds from
which his blood flowed freely.
The base of the cross was
firmly fixed in the rock
and to prevent the body from
tearing under its own weight,
it was propped up between
the legs and under the feet.
- Where's the Church
of the Holy Sepulchre?
- The 11th station.
- What station is this?
What station?
What station is this?
- What is it, my son?
- What station?
- This is the
11th station.
- Are you gonna
sacrifice me too?
- No!