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Cowboy Leader,
this is Cowboy Three.

We lost two engines.

Sir, engine's
three's down, four.

Will, do you copy?

Come in, Will, do you copy?

Will!

Will, do you read me?

Ay, things are burning!

Will get everyone
in the radio room.

Hey, things are burning!

We gotta bail!

Stay with the plane

I'm bringing this thing in.

Brace for impact.

Come
on, on your feet!

Hold her steady.

A thousand feet!

Time to get your feet!

Brace for impact!

Shit!

Shit, shit, shit!

Goddamn it to fucking shit!

Where the hell are we?

Nowhere good.

Briefing said the
Krauts still have men

this far into France.

We might be good.

Well, they sure
as shit had flak.

Where's Will?

Will!

Will.

Come on, pal.

Let's go.

Captain needs you.

We didn't hit our
target we caught.

I know I was a
little distracted,

but what I'm saying is-

Where's Pete?

He's dead.

So is Bosch in Littleton.

Uh, sir, where
the fuck are we?

Well, we took
flag near the Rhine.

Started our descent,

South by Southwest.

So this is probably Bouvier.

Bouvier.

40 miles from fucking Germany.

Oh, sir.

The front line's
pretty close, isn't it?

So if we cut west, we'll
probably hit friendlies.

Wouldn't that be some shit?

Will,

you speak French?

Yes.

Can you shoot?

Yeah.

Kelly, go grab a rifle
and a flare pistol.

Hey, I want you to
get in that house.

If anybody's in there,
they speak French.

They're on our side.

I want you to get in the attic.

If you see any Germans coming,

you shoot a flare real
low so they don't see it,

okay?

You understand?

So what do we do?

All right.

I want you to start
tearing this plane apart.

Anything you can
carry, all right?

We're jogging outta here.

Get in the fucking attic.

Let's go!

Everything you can get
off the son of a bitch.

Let's go.

You find us a route?

I mean, hell, didn't Patton

just take Saint-Dizier
a few days ago?

That's only 120
miles back that way.

Our lines gotta be close.

We'll make it work.

- Yeah.
- Let's go.

Hey, we got a flare.

Krauts!

Guys, they got
some kind of tank.

Waste nuts.

Yeah, make it look
like we're abandoned.

That's our only shot, okay?

Get on the guns.

Stay low.

Wait for my signal
to shoot, okay?

Go!

Hello in there.

My name is Colonel Martin Bach

of the German Protection Squad.

Better known to you
probably as the SS.

You will be offering
your surrender to me.

How many of you are in there?

Your electrical
systems have failed.

None of your guns can operate,

only your right-hand
side machine gun

can reach us at this angle.

And now it has no ammunition.

So on the count of three,

you will tell me how
many men are in there.

Or my tank will
be forced to shoot

your plane into a
thousand pieces.

How many of you are in there?

One,

two,

three-

Five!

What happened to the rest?

They're dead.

Hail Gunner, Walter, bombardier,

they're all dead.

Waist gunners died
in the crash, too.

How did the waist gunners die?

No seatbelt.

Stupid.

May I assume that you all know

that there's no
chance of escape?

Yeah, we know.

Good.

Come out slowly one at a time

and stand in front of the wing.

What was your target?

You are now prisoners
of the Third Reich.

Do you know how much use
Germany has for prisoners?

None at all.

To us, you are like
insects to be squashed.

So, I will ask you again.

What was your target?

This is a bomber aircraft, yes?

Yeah.

And you and the
200 other bombers

that flew over a few
minutes ago were on your way

to bomb a target
in Germany, yes?

That's right.

Then what target
were you bombing?

Hey Jerry, here's your
target, you piece of shit.

What was your target?

I'm the pilot.

It was a Marshalling
yard in Munich.

Thank you.

Is General Patton's
army proceeding

to Grand Marseille
or going to Nantes?

I don't know.

Is General Patton's army
going to Grand Marseille

or proceeding to Nantes?

Eat shit.

You and you,

into the field.

Go.

Go!

This way.

Stop!

Is General Patton going to
Grand Marseille or Nantes?

We don't know.

We're just flight crew.

We don't know true positions.

Tell me, you must know.

Save your men and tell me.

I don't-

I don't know.

Maybe Munich.

He said...

Maybe Munich.

He said Munich.

Munich?

What is your next target?

I swear.

I don't-I...

Okay.

Stuttgart.

You're lying.

Tell me.

I'm not, I'm not.

Stuttgart.

Okay, just listen to me.

It has to be Stuttgart.

Okay.

If Patton is sending
his men this way,

then it has to be Stuttgart.

The yards supply
the German Army.

The whole bomb group will keep

targeting the yards until
Patton makes his move.

You-just please,

Listen to me.
- Hey.

Stop.

This is only conjecture.

No!

Is Patton's army going
to Commerce or Nantes?

You go to hell.

Who's hungry?

Well, you have to be
hungry by now, right?

It's been 15 hours.

You're hungry?

Is it poison?

I don't know who
you think we are,

but I have nothing to give you.

I am the manager of a small
loan office near the Plaza.

If you want a loan, I can
approve a loan for you,

but I have nothing
more to offer.

I manufacture automobiles

on the line.

I put the alternator in
the engine compartment.

I can put a new
alternator in your car

for free.

Gerhard Kohler?

Yes.

You're Austrian?

Yes, I am from Austria.

Emilio?

I am a proud Argentine.

That's an Argentinian accent?

Sí.

Emilio.

Emilio!

Swear in Spanish.

You're not a proud
Argentine, are you?

Navy?

You look like a Navy man.

Interior Ministry
for the Third Reich.

I was an administrator
for education policy.

I have been living
here peacefully

since the last nine years.

Tell me what you want.

Anything you want.

How many Nazis came out here?

To Argentina?

Anywhere in South America.

A thousand?

A thousand in Uruguay,

a thousand in Bolivia,

3,000 in Argentina,

4,000 in Brazil.

Yeah, that's what
the last fella told me.

That 10,000 Nazis just up
and walked outta Germany.

I'm looking for a man,
a Colonel in the SS,

Martin Bach.

You travel all
the way to Argentina

to kidnap two policy administrators

and ask if they know a Colonel?

Yeah, that's pretty
much the gist of it.

You know him?

There must be a thousand men

called Colonel
Bach in the Reich.

You can't possibly
expect us to know

which one you're talking about.

Colonel Martin Bach in the SS,

stationed in Eastern
France in August 1944.

Maybe near Strasburg.

I don't know of any such man.

I'm very sorry.

How about you?

Do you know Colonel Bach?

What?

I can't hear you.

I can't hear you, Emilio.

Nein, no, I don't.

I can't hear you.

I don't.
- Where is Colonel Bach?

I don't know!

You're mad.

There is no way of knowing
where there is Colonel Bach.

I'm telling you,
there's no way to know.

He may already be dead.

Oh, he's not dead.

Obersturmbannführer Martin
Bach got on a cargo ship

in Italy nine years ago,
headed for Buenos Aires.

I know because the
Nazi-sympathizing priest

who smuggled him
on board told me

right before I strangled him.

And you're going to kill
every German in South America

until you find
this Colonel Bach?

That's the plan.

Would you like
another whiskey?

Yes.

I remember you from
earlier this week.

Are you waiting for a friend?

No.

Just having a drink.

Your accent.

It sounds like
you're from France?

Switzerland.

Ah, Swiss.

Where in Switzerland
are you from?

St. Lucian.

I've never heard of it.

It's very small.

Ah, what's it near?

It's near Zurich.

I've never been.

Ah, the gentleman at
the end of the bar,

he has been the Zurich.

Javier!

No, sorry.

I don't mean to be rude,
but I wish to be left alone.

Thought you might
make a friend.

This gentleman is from Zurich
and I told him you have been.

Zurich.

You are from Zurich?

I lived there for three
years studying at university.

Oh, it is my favorite city

in the whole wide world.

Oh my God.

I could live there.

The girls?

Oh!

They're quite nice.

Yes, quite nice.

Quite nice.

So, what are you
doing in Argentina?

Business.

Ah.

What kind of business?

Bananas.

My father owns a
plantation in Brazil.

In Switzerland?

In Brazil.

We live there.

I thought you
meant Switzerland.

Hello, everyone.

Come buy my bananas from the
snow in Switzerland, right?

Special snow bananas,
grown in Zurich.

A toast

to Switzerland and to
bananas grown in Brazil.

It was nice to meet you.

So tell me about Brazil.

Is a true what they say
about the bananas in Brazil?

About the girls?

Girls?

What they do with
all those bananas.

I knew it.

They have the sounding with
all those bananas, right?

Hey, don't eat the bananas
at this restaurant.

The girl at the front just
had all of them in her ass.

What do you want from me?

I have nothing.

I have nothing, please.

Who are you?

A missionary.

A missionary?

Yes, yes.

I swear to you.

I am here to begin
a Lutheran mission.

You're a German.

Yes, yes.

A Lutheran.

Well, what are you
doing with a gun?

Defending myself.

I have been robbed
here three times.

What was in the envelope
you magically made disappear?

I can't tell you.

The next one is
going in your skull.

No, no, no, 'cause...

Because no, no, no.

It was the name,

it's the name of a
prostitute, Rosita Rossi.

I wasn't going to go with her.

You see it was a
very-it was a mistake.

I am a very good Lutheran.

I was going to
pray for her soul.

You're fucking lying.

I am not lying.

I swear to you, I am not lying.

You're a fucking Nazi.

No, no, no.

God, no.

No.

You're a fucking
Nazi piece of shit.

- I am not.
- Say it!

God forgive me.

God forgive me.

Shut the fuck up for a
minute you fucking pig.

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.

Three.

I swear to you please, no.

Two.

Please don't kill me.

You have to believe me, please.

One.

No, please, no.

Zero.

Who are you looking for?

Who are you looking for?

An SS officer,

Colonel Bach.

Ah.

Obersturmbannführer Bach,

let me see.

Maybe middle age,
taller than average.

He's thin.

You described nothing.

Goodbye.

Martin, huh?

Yes, yes.

Martin Bach.

Where is he?

I don't know.

Where is he?

There's no way out.

Don't move.

Who are you?

Shut up.

Put your pistol on the floor.

Slowly or I will shoot.

Kick it over here.

Do you live here?

Who the hell are you?

I have the gun.

I will ask the
fucking questions.

Do you live here?

Yes or no?

Yes.

The man you punched at the bar

said you're from Switzerland.

You're clearly American.

Yeah.

I'm an American.

Who is the man you
followed from the bar?

He's my father.

You chased your
father out of a bar?

How'd you find me here?

I followed your car.

I saw you get out with that man.

I know he's here, and I don't
believe he's your father.

Who do you think he is?

I know he is Albert Vogel.

Who is Albert Vogel?

If you are protecting
Albert Vogel,

I will have you
extradited along with him.

It will not go well for you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, extradited.

Who the hell are you?

Extradited to where?

To Jerusalem to
pay for his crimes.

You're from Israel.

Who I am does not matter.

If you have Albert
Vogel, give him up now.

Listen to me.

The man you saw me
with is my father.

We sell bananas.

You know why I'm
pretending I'm Swiss?

I know there are a lot
of Germans around here.

So I picked a country
they don't care about.

Don't shoot.

He's deaf.

What?

My father, he's deaf.

Bullshit.

He can't hear a damn
thing you're saying.

Listen to me.

Now, you broke into a home

and you are pointing a
gun at American citizens.

We make one call
to the US Embassy,

the Nazi-collaborating police
are going to arrest you,

and they're gonna
find out they have

an Israeli spy trying
to extradite their pals.

How do you think that's
gonna go for you?

Why do you carry a gun?

We get robbed a lot.

If I find out he is Albert
Vogel, you will both hang.

Why the hell did
you come up here?

If she had heard your accent...

I had to get her to leave.

It was the only way.

I was hoping you
would improvise,

and you did.

How do you know Colonel Bach?

I met him here, Buenos Aires,

maybe a year ago at
a Christmas party.

Wait, he's here?

No, no, no.

He lives in Bolivia.

Tell me where or
I start shooting.

And then you will just waltz
across miles of mountains

and deserts and
knock on his door

and shoot him without
any confrontation?

The Germans have
thousands of guards

protecting their interests here.

If you are bumbling
around the desert,

they will find you long
before you'll find him.

If you want Colonel Bach,

you're going to need me
to help you find him.

In exchange for what?

As it happens,

we have mutual interests.

I also have to get to Bolivia.

We travel there together.

When there are threats to
me, we play your little game.

I will pose as your
deaf Swiss father

and business partner,
selling bananas.

What threats?

Machine gun-toting women from
Jerusalem or the equivalent.

Why me?

Well, why not
these other Germans

if there's so many of them?

Well, the Germans
want me dead, too.

It's complicated.

But the Soviets don't.

That envelope,

that contained the
location of a contact

that was going to get
me to safety in Moscow.

He is at a remote
airfield in Bolivia.

And as it happens,
that airfield is not

very far from your
Colonel Martin Bach.

If you want your German,
get me to my Russian.

How are we getting there?

The next boat
leaves in five hours.

We made it to the mouth of
the river here headed north.

Germans are watching the
airfields and major ports,

but we can putter up
to Paraguay undetected.

The capital of Asunción is
a risk, but if we make it,

we can take the back roads
all the way to Bolivia.

I'd rather fly, but
it's probably safer

to hire a native to guide
us to the rendezvous.

I doubt our friend from
Israel will find us there.

So,

you are Albert Vogel.

In the flesh.

What's that woman
want with you?

What did you do?

Nothing.

I am an atomic physicist.

One of the better
ones in the world.

I was part of a team developing
the atom bomb for Germany.

The Soviets are recruiting
me to work for them.

And she's trying to stop you?

She works for a spy
agency called Mossad.

Jerusalem is trying to extradite
me to hang for war crimes,

but bigger problem is
that the Germans here,

they have no use for me.

They would rather
kill me to keep me

from helping the Russians

or the Americans.

That's tragic.

The Nazis are
trying to kill me.

That ought to make
me your friend.

You made bombs for Hitler.

You sit at a table with
Nazis, that makes you a Nazi.

The man who makes
the object is not

responsible for the
man who uses it.

If I make a butter knife and

you stick it in
someone's throat,

does that make me a murderer?

Butter knives?

Hitler would've used your
atom bomb on civilians.

Which your country did
twice, I believe, yes?

That's different.

We're not Hitler.

We're the good guys.

200,000 dead Japanese
civilians might
think differently.

I swear to Christ.

I will put a bullet right

through your stupid
fucking Nazi face.

Give me one more
goddamn platitude.

I'll end it right here.

We will solve this
whole thing right now.

Control yourself.

They have eyes everywhere.

I guess I need
you alive for now.

You take me to
my Russian safely

and I tell you exactly where
your Colonel Bach is hiding.

Yeah.

You go on your merry way to
Russia to build the bombs

they wanna drop in my backyard.

They say the man who seeks
revenge should dig two graves.

Welcome to the Hotel Asunción.

Here for business or pleasure?

Business.

Bananas.

Ah, from Brazil?

Yes, Brazil.

Your accent sounds Swiss.

Many Swiss come to
Asunción from Brazil.

Yes, they do.

Something for you, madam?

Here on business?

Yeah, here on business.

We're having a conversation.

Where is Vogel?

My father is
upstairs in his room.

That man is not your father.

You look nothing alike.

You're following me
because we don't look alike?

I know that he's Albert Vogel.

You've never seen a photograph
of him before, have you?

You have a description.

Nothing else.

That's what I thought.

So what do you do?

You just run around torturing
every German you find

until they admit they're Vogel?

Pencil.

Get him a pencil!

Buenos tardes.

Maxim!

Hola, Señor Ziegler.

Maximiliano!

Whatever these guys are having,

and I'll have a Pisco sour.

Qué sour!

Three Pisco sours.

Hello.

The Pisco sour: have
you ever tasted it?

No, never.

Nein!

De Maximiliano,

he makes the best Pisco
sour known on South America.

Huh, Brandy with sugar,
lemon, bitters, and an egg.

An egg.

Maximiliano, tres
más on my bill.

You don't have to do that.

No, I don't have to
do that, but I insist.

Yes.

Insist.

Thank you.

You're very kind.

So are you from
here in Paraguay?

No, Germany.

Deutschland!

Germany?

We are from Germany.

I am from Freiberg.

Freiberg, no!

Ah, she's nice.

Are you all from Germany?

No, they are from Switzerland.

The French part.

They don't speak
a word of German.

And the father is
gehörlos; he can't hear.

Ah, well.

Prost!
- Prost!

To our new friends.

Yes.

There we go.

So you are here
for business, ja?

Yes.

We have a banana
plantation in Brazil,

but it's hard to ship bananas

from the jungles in Porto Velho,

so we're here to find
a shipping company.

Oh wow, Porto Velho.

My father went there
before the war.

It's a wild place.
- Right?

There's a lot of bandits.

Bandits?

Like the Wild West.

You have savages trying
to steal your bananas.

The savage, it's like...

No, no, no.

It's too dangerous.

Dangerous?

We put guards on top
of the banana trains

all the way to the
depot in Porto Velho.

They've shot enough
bandits to scare

most of them from trying.

So...

And so you shoot them as they're
trying to get on the train?

It's the Wild West.

It's the Wild West!

That's all right, I don't-

Well, it's getting late.

Should we get going?

Nein, nein, nein, nein, nein.

You're leaving us too soon.

Banana farmers start early.

Nein.

I insist you stay
for one more drink.

Just one drink.

Unless you have a
penis, and you must go.

You must go.

Nein.

I apologize.

If you really must go.

We must.

Thank you for the
drinks, gentlemen.

Goodbye.

Jews!

I'll be here if
you change your mind.

How did he know
they were coming?

What?

The Germans at the bar.

How did he know
they were coming?

He saw 'em from
his window, I guess.

And just knew that
they were German?

I think the German
machine guns were a clue.

We dodge Nazi gangs
down here all the time.

They're not that hard to spot.

I'm not afraid of any Germans.

I've gotten pretty
good at spotting them.

Hey, put the gun down!

Calm down, and
put the gun down.

Put the fucking gun down!

How did they find us?

I don't know.

Did you tip them off?

Did he?

No, they're after him, too.

We're not out running 'em.

We don't need to.

Catching up.

Heads down!

Drive straighter, you idiot!

Slow down!

What?

Slow down; I have a plan.

If I slow down,
we're gonna die.

Slow down!

They're catching up.

Hold your speed.

They got a rocket launcher.

Huh?

You're with a Nazi.

Why are you with a Nazi?

Why are you helping
a Nazi escape?

It's complicated.

Complicated?

He's a fucking Nazi.

What is complicated about that?

I am not a Nazi.

You can tell that to
the court in Jerusalem.

Oh, well, he's not
going to Jerusalem.

According to who?

According to me.

We have a deal, all right?

Vogel's just a pawn who
worked for the Nazis.

I have some business to
finish with an actual Nazi,

an SS Colonel responsible
for a lot of people's deaths.

Vogel's helping me find him.

An actual Nazi?

Hitler's atomic scientist
isn't enough of a Nazi for you?

We have a deal.

You have no deal.

You will hang.

This is...

It's no good.

We cannot fix this tonight.

More of those
Germans are coming.

They won't stop.

And we passed the
warehouse back up the road.

Let's find a car and get clear.

You need to decide right now
if you're gonna be a problem.

Or you'll kill
me for the Nazi?

So I can kill more
Nazis, better Nazis.

Nazi's of consequence,

not some lab assistant the
Germans don't even want.

Lab assistant?

Is that what he told you?

I won't touch Vogel yet,

but I want to know who
your other Nazis are.

All right.

First, let's find a car.

We've been out here all night.

The Germans will be
out looking for us.

It is almost fixed.

We have no time
for almost fixed.

Is it ready?

All it needs is the key.

Start it up then.

What is that?

Whiskey.

It's been a long night.

What the hell are you-?

I'm taking Albert Vogel.

If you try to stop
me, I will shoot you.

There are more important
Nazis than Vogel.

Name one Nazi of more
consequence in South America

than Albert Vogel or
get out of my way.

Heinrich Himmler.

The architect of
the destruction of

millions of Jews across Europe.

Heinrich Himmler is dead.

You're wrong.

You're full of shit.

He killed himself.

He's been dead for 10 years.

You don't rise for
the right hand of Hitler

and engineer the extermination
of millions of Jews

without making some connections.

A man claiming to be Himmler
surrendered to the British,

bit into a capsule of
potassium cyanide, and died.

But that man wasn't Himmler.

He was a fanatical
party loyalist

who gave his life for the cause.

The real Himmler
went into hiding:

a month in Austria,
six months in Florence.

From there, he disguised
himself as a priest

and smuggled himself onto a
cargo ship bound for Argentina.

He's been in South
America for 10 years now,

building a hidden empire
with total secrecy,

employing former
Nazi party members,

recruiting German veterans
into an elite army,

operating a web of spies and
guards across the continent

and eliminating every threat
that comes across his doorstep.

Those men at the bar were
looking for threats to Himmler.

They were looking for you.

Why are you telling me this?

I can't build Himmler
a bomb by myself.

He wants me dead so the
Russians can't use me.

Tell me where he is.

If I tell you that you have
no reason to keep me around,

but as it happens, the two
men you are looking for,

are together in Bolivia,

in a compound called
The Condor's Nest.

Why?

Bach is Himmler's
Chief of Security.

Our deal is still on.

You get me to my Russian safely,

and I'll give you Colonel Bach,

and then you,

you will have Heinrich Himmler.

No.

It's Heinrich Himmler!

I am no one.

If Heinrich Himmler is here,

I can't capture him by myself,

but I can capture you
right now, and I will.

This.

This is a transmitter.

It's a simple switch,

wired to a battery,

and if I push this switch,

this car will explode.

What?

You and Himmler's big
secret will die in this room.

You can't just turn
a car into a bomb.

Get that rope and tie her up,

or I'll kill us all!

Give me the transmitter,

then I tie her up.

Carefully.

Fucking pigs!

You're gonna fucking
pay for this.

Let's go!

You think you're the
only one in the world

who's lost something
to the Nazis?

You're a fucking coward.

What?

So we're walking?

Walking?

Lucky for you,

I know how to fly.

I don't think our banana
charade is going to work here.

Follow my lead.

If they recognize
my face, shoot them.

Wait, tell me where
Colonel Bach is.

If anything happens,
you owe me that.

He'll be at The Condor's
Nest, guarding Heinrich Himmler.

It's in the forest
20 kilometers west

of a small town called Tarija.

Kilometer marker 167.

I would like to
buy a box of whiskey.

I have, uh...

I have scotch.

I have rye.

Ridiculous code words.

I did not make it up.

Albert Vogel, huh?

Yes.

You are not to be
hit on next week.

I hope it is not a
terrible inconvenience.

No, nyet.

Here.

Put in mouth.

What is this?

It's cyanide.

I don't understand.

I have my reasons.

But aren't you
with the Soviets?

It is also complicated.

Put in mouth and bite down.

If you are with the Germans,

why haven't you just shot me?

Because it make big mess.

I don't-

You are going to kill yourself.

You must bite down.

If you are with the Germans,
I want to make a deal.

I can build a bomb, an atom
bomb for Heinrich Himmler.

It's only one man on this
continent who is willing

and able to build
a bomb for Himmler

and if you shoot that man,

you're going to wish you
had never left Moscow.

What's is deal?

Get Himmler on the phone.

And if he turns me down,
I will take your cyanide.

Da.

Give me Condor's Nest.

Yeah.

Yeah.

The American in the airplane

wants to kill Heinrich Himmler.

It's not much fun being
the one in the chair.

You know, you were right.

That day on the
boat when you said,

I sit at the table with Nazis.

I do.

Proudly.

Heil Himmler.

Hello, Jew boy.

He's not Jewish.

- Not Jewish?
- No.

He's American.

Now that's funny.

Are you sure
you are not a Jew?

Hm?

You smell like a Jew.

Now I am not a detective,

but I would guess
you were going to use

this gun to shoot Germans?

Maybe me?

Now I am not a
detective, but let's see

how many questions I
can get you to answer.

Huh?

Every time I don't
like your answer,

I pull the trigger.

Hm?

Huh?

What's your name?

William Spalding.

Who are you trying to kill?

Germans.

- Germans?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

See, I am a German,

so I do not like that answer.

Which Germans, hm?

Himmler?

No.

Klaus Bobby?

No.

Colonel Martin Bach.

Bach?

Why?

He deserves to die.

Hm.

God damn it.

I didn't like that answer.

Are you with the CIA?

No.

No one but me is coming
after Martin Bach.

I don't care about Himmler
or you or anyone else.

Just Martin Bach.

Why Martin Bach?

Fuck you!

There is a Jewish Mossad agent

and an American trying to
get to The Condor's Nest.

Stop them!

Is that a joke?

You better hope not.

I think you all
will get strung out.

Don't move.

I will shoot him.

You'd be doing me a favor.

Where is Albert Vogel?

I don't recognize that engine

so I can assume that you
arrived here in a car

and Vogel just escaped with it.

Huh?

Look at you, huh?

You thought you could
kill Heinrich Himmler,

but now you're going to die

like every other
all-deserving Jew.

Just like the others.

You're from Freiburg, yes?

We must have taken thousands
of Jews from that town.

Lined them up and shot him
in the head one by one.

And then rolled
them into the ditch

with the rest of the rats.

He's at The Condor's Nest.

Albert Vogel is at
The Condor's Nest.

Shut up or I will shoot you.

It's in the mountains.

20 miles west of a
town called Tarija.

I will shoot you!

Mile marker 167.

Not another word!

Himmler's there, too!

You know what to do.

I lose my brother
and my uncles,

Soviet prisoners at Birkenau.

Himmler and his people,
they killed them.

They put them in
trucks and gassed them.

You get chance to kill
Himmler, you kill Himmler.

Go.

How did you know where I was?

I didn't.

I followed Ziegler.

All the way here?

How?

I drove the car.

I guess I owe you a thanks.

A thanks?

Who the fuck are you?

This whole time, you've
been protecting Vogel

better than all the Germans

in this desert
possibly could have.

Why do you want
this Bach so badly?

It's the same
reason you want Vogel.

Kilometer 167?

Kilometer 167.

Why would you tell me that?

In the tent, he was
going to shoot you.

You bet your life on me.

I've spent 10 years
destroying anything

that got between me
and Colonel Bach.

I guess it was time to stop.

Does your Colonel
Bach deserve to die?

Yes, he does.

Lucky for you,

I know how to fly a plane.

Let's go!

Are you the Jew
or the American?

The Jew is with Himmler.

Drop the gun.

Who are you?

William Spalding.

Why are you here?

To find Colonel Martin Bach of

the German Protection Squad,
known better as the SS.

What do you want with me?

Do you remember where you
were on August 30th, 1944?

No, not exactly.

Was it Eastern France?

That sounds right.

Was it Bouvier?

Was it a farm with a crashed
B-17 bomber and a tank?

It was a long war.

But you remember, don't you?

It was a long time ago.

You killed six
men in cold blood.

You remember that.

You were there.

Were you one of the airmen?

Halt, halt, halt!

Put your gun down or I shoot!

William Spalding, walk away.

There are three
guards in this room

and a hundred more
running around outside
the fortress here.

If you fire that pistol,
they will hear you,

and you will be dead instantly.

Walk away now,

and you will live.

I'm not walking away.

Then why haven't you shot me?

I want a confession.

A confession?

All right.

I will confess.

During the war, an airplane
on its way to bomb my country

crashed in front of me
with the enemy advancing

towards me and no way
to carry prisoners,

I was left with two choices.

One,

I could let them men
go so that they could

get into another airplane and
continue to bomb my country

or two,

I could kill them to stop
them from doing that.

I chose to kill them to
save the lives of my men

and my beloved Germany.

Truthfully, you are
no different than me.

You up in your airplane,

dropping bombs on men and women

while they're sleeping
in their beds.

But you did it because
if you had not,

those same men and
women would've woken up,

put on their boots, and
built more airplanes

to drop bombs on you while
you were sleeping in your bed.

I saw everything you did.

I shouldn't have let you live.

Let me live?

Maybe all along it was you

that had to come here
to confess to me.

You are gonna die
for what you did.

You have nothing
to confess to?

You followed every instinct

that I and everyone else
in that war would have.

And now, you've
crossed the continent

for a confession and
look where you are.

You going to be responsible
for capturing Heinrich Himmler.

You are not a coward.

You are a hero.

All you have to do is walk
out that door and disappear.

The whole world will
know of your bravery.

American newspapers
will proclaim your name.

William Spalding, American hero,

who captured Heinrich Himmler.

You see, confessions
are for dead men.

You are reborn today,

as a hero.

If I was a hero,

we would both be dead.

We can both live.

Go.

Walk away.

We don't deserve to live.

Albert, step out of the car.

Stand where I can see you.

It looks like you
got your German.

You know if you shoot me,

you are not going to
leave this place alive.

Well,

I guess you were right then.

About what?

A man who seeks
revenge digs two graves.

Put your hands up!

Put your hands up
now or we will shoot!

Take your pistol
out of your pocket.

Put it on the ground.

William,

the girl is dead.

You have no more moves.

So please, take your
pistol out of your jacket.

Put it on the ground.

Slowly!