All language subtitles for The.Eiger.Sanction.1975.720p.BluRay.x264-[YTS.AG].ENG.A

Who is it?

What'd you have to kill him for?

Shut up.

Now that the school year's
coming to a close,

many of you will be going forth to prove
how cleverly you can run the world.

More power to you as you take
your turn in the barrel.

Some of you will continue
with your education.

Some of you, I hope, will continue
with your interest in art.

Some of you will have other
interests, other talents.

If we've learned
nothing else this year,

I hope you've learned the
stupidity of the statement

that art belongs to the world.

'Cause art belongs to the
cultured who can appreciate it.

The majority of the great unwashed
does not fit into this category.

And neither, I'm sorry
to say, do most of you.

Dr. Hemlock.

I just wanted to tell you how much
I really enjoyed your course.

I've never felt this
close to art before.

How nice.

But I have a problem.

How terrible.

Well, you see, if I don't keep my B
average, I'm gonna lose my scholarship,

and I really don't think I'm gonna
do so well in your final exam.

I mean, I've gained a whole
new feeling about art,

but sometimes you can't always put
your true feelings down on paper.

How true.

If there was anything I could
do to get a better grade...

I mean, I'd be willing
to do anything.

Anything at all. Really.

Do you realize the
implications of that offer?

Are you busy this evening?

No.

You live alone?

Oh, well, my roommate's
gone for the week.

Good.

Then,

go on home,

break out the books and
study your little ass off.

That's the best way
to maintain a B average.

Oh, uh... Don't study it all off.

Why didn't you boff
the little quiff?

'Cause I don't pick on
students or drunks.

Get your feet off my desk.

Mr. Dragon wants to see you.

I'm sorry, Pope, but working for
you people no longer amuses me.

C-2 isn't too interested
in what amuses you, pal.

That's odd, being as your organization
has spent so much time and effort

in trying to give the
rest of the world a laugh.

You can remind Dragon
that I'm retired.

You still here?

Now really, you don't expect
me to just walk out that door,

do you, sweetheart?

Either through the door or through
the window. It's your choice.

Now look, pal...

Get your feet off my desk!

Now look here, buddy...

Don't call me "buddy,"
"pal," or "sweetheart."

If I wasn't under orders,
I would...

My superior wants to see you.

Your superior? Well, that doesn't
narrow the field much, does it?

Mr. Dragon wants to see you,
and right away, pal.

I told you not to call me "pal."

Mr. Dragon's not gonna like this.

How long have you worked
for Dragon, Pope?

Twelve years. Why?

Then he's used to
having grief in his life.

You can tell him I'm retired. C-2's
gonna have to live without me.

Don't forget your trench coat.

How's anybody gonna recognize
you without your disguise?

Yes, Dragon.

Ah, Hemlock!

I knew you'd show up.

It's just your charm, Pope.
I couldn't resist.

Hold it.

Empty your pockets, right there.

No wallet?

Well, I knew I'd be seeing you. I
thought I'd best leave it home.

Miss Cerberus, you're
looking inviting today.

I expected you before this.

Mr. Dragon does not like
to be kept waiting.

Oh, the impatient albino!

I don't think
Mr. Dragon's affliction

is a joking matter.

I thought it was
rather humorous, myself.

A spy network being run by a bloodless
freak who can't stand light or cold.

Or germs! Are you healthy?

Shall I turn my head and cough?

No known infections?

Nothing other than the usual.
Syphilis, running sores, and clap.

All right, go in.

Come in, Hemlock.

A little to the left, Hemlock.
I'll turn on a light.

Thanks. Could you spare it?

You know, I'm something
of a distinction.

A total albino.

Even the slightest direct
light causes me intense pain.

Does your physical disability preclude
you from coming to the point?

All right. If you wish
no small talk, sit down.

We'll discuss business.

One of our agents has been
killed in Zurich by two men.

We want you to sanction them.

I'm sorry, you're gonna have
to get somebody else

to do your wet work.

Please, that is
a distasteful phrase.

Call it what you want,

"wet work," "termination,"
"sanction."

It all adds up to
the same thing, killing.

It is what you do best.

You don't seem to remember, Dragon,

I'm a retired assassin.

The operative word
there is "retired."

You'll have to get somebody
else to do your sanctions.

I understand a new Pissarro has
come onto the black market.

I'll just have to live without it.

Your fascination with paintings
has always amazed me.

You have how many now?

- Twenty-one.
- Marvelous!

I should think your collection
would be interesting material

for the Internal Revenue people.

How does an underpaid
professor buy rare paintings?

Masterpieces worth millions?

A professor with a
balance of $2,137

in his checking account?

You forgot the 42 cents.

I wonder what the
tax people would say

if I told them how I
made the money,

by killing people
for the government.

True. True. But, of course,
no one will believe you.

And even more important, it won't
do anything for your paintings.

What do you think
would happen to them?

I imagine they'd be seized

and auctioned off, made
available to everyone.

Perhaps Mr. Pope
would be able to buy one.

Won't it do your heart good to think
of one of your precious paintings

in Mr. Pope's hands?

Dragon, you have a talent for
describing the indescribable.

There are two assailants.

Our search division has located

only one of these men in Zurich.

C-2 is working on the second one,

and I would hope that they
will have identified him

by the time you arrive in Zurich.

We have reason to believe
that the Zurich man

is responsible for the assassination
of several of our agents

in a most savage manner.

I'll take one sanction. Only one.

All right.

We shall talk about the second
sanction when the time comes.

The price'll be $20,000.

Twice your usual fee? Absurd!

You want the sanction
performed, you pay $20,000.

You are without conscience.

How true.

Which brings me to
another small fee

I want to get for this job.

Which is?

I'd like a statement from
the Internal Revenue Service

listing my collection of paintings.

I'd like it to say that the IRS
has examined my collection,

and that the IRS is fully aware of the
circumstances under which I obtained them,

and that my ownership is legal
and without tax liability.

You drive a hard bargain.

You want somebody sanctioned.
I want a piece of paper.

All right.

You'll have the IRS
statement this evening.

Here is the cash.

$20,000.

$20,000!

I hate being predictable.

You are never that, Hemlock.

Who is there?

A delivery.

I have this box of
dental floss for Dr. Millard,

but he doesn't answer his door.

He's off today.

What'll I do
with this box of floss?

I don't give a shit
what you do with it, buddy.

Well, you don't have to be
violent about it.

Get lost, cupcake.

Look out!

Crap?

I beg your pardon?

You did start this conversation

by saying "crap," didn't you?

No, I didn't say it. I asked it.

Is this today's alternative
to, "Coffee, tea, or milk?"

Only on our competitor's lines.

Actually, I was looking over your shoulder
and I saw your comment, so I asked.

Just some criticism
of this book I'm reviewing.

All and all, it's a very
shabby piece of research

obscured by involuted style.

Shabby research I can stand,

but involuted style
really makes my ass drag.

I can't believe that
you're a stewardess.

Actually, I'm not.

I'm a skyjacker in drag.

That's reassuring.

Now if you'll just
give me your name,

I'll report it to the proper
authorities when we land.

Jemima.

And I'm Uncle Ben.

I'm serious. That's really my name.

Jemima Brown. My mother
was hooked on being ethnic.

Or else turned on by a pancake.

As long as we both agree that

it's too much for a black chick
to have the name of Jemima.

Oh, I don't know. I mean, people don't
forget you when your name is Jemima.

I don't think people would forget
you if your name was Alfred.

Goodness me, Dr. Hemlock.

You're not the type of man who tries
to pick up stewardesses, are you?

Not generally.
How'd you know my name?

It's this mystical thing
I have with names.

It's a gift from
the Dark Continent.

I look at a person very carefully,

and then I concentrate.

And?

And then, I go check his name
out on the passengers list.

And what else do they call you
besides Jemima and Smart Ass?

Jem, as in jewel.

Fasten your seat belt, sir.

Oh, I have no intention
of trying to escape.

Aren't you gonna get in,
or do you like it out there?

I looked for you on the plane.

No harm done.

I was on my way to town and

you looked so lonely,
I took pity on you.

Well, that's an ancient trick.

Whenever I'm waiting for a cab,

I look lonely and maybe some
unbelievable beauty named Jemima

will pick me up.

Gonna have to be a
double fare, you know?

Fine.

You know, buddy, we ain't supposed
to pick up two fares in one location.

Hey. Let's agree on a division of
labor right now. You do the driving.

We'll do the talking.

All right.

How can you look so good when
you're starving to death?

Am I starving to death?

Mmm, you broil a
mean steak, Hemlock.

Come on, I'll show you my lime pit.

It's kind of scary looking.

Maybe I should drop pieces of bread

so I can find my way out.

Jonathan!

They're unbelievable.

Not bad, huh?

One of the better collections
in the neighborhood.

You have El Greco down there,

Matisse,

Picasso,

Clay, Matisse.

Over here we have Pissarro.

It's astonishing! I mean,
there's so much life in them.

Yeah, I'm picking up
another one of his tomorrow.

I've heard about guys like
you reading those books.

Whips and boots and things.
But an ax? That's a little freaky.

Call me a cab.
I'm getting outta here.

Just some old climbing equipment.

You climb?

I used to, but I'm retired now.

Maybe you'll climb again someday.

I doubt it.

However, you never know.
Sometimes people do things

they thought they'd never do again.

Like rape, for instance.

Yeah. I thought I'd given up rape,

but I think I've changed my mind.

You really have beautiful eyes.

Or do they all say that?

All?

Who all?

Yeah.

Good morning, baby.
There's coffee by your bed.

The hell with coffee.
Where are you?

Jonathan, it's important that you
contact Mr. Dragon as soon as possible.

I'm sorry to drop it on
you like that, Jonathan.

Baby, I'm sorry.

Sorry for this, Hemlock.

But twice a year, my blood
must be fully replaced.

With what?

You're very bitter
today, Dr. Hemlock.

A joke. Bitter Hemlock.

Listen, Dragon. I came
here for two reasons.

One, to tell you that
using that Jemima Brown

to steal my money
was low, even for you.

And second, to get my money
and tax statement back.

It will be returned to you.

- And the tax statement?
- That, too.

Well, then we have nothing
more to discuss, do we?

There is still the sanction on the
second man who killed Agent Wormwood.

I will give you another $20,000
for this second sanction.

Forget it. I'm back in retirement.

You are the only man who can do it.

You could train Pope. He'd
be ready, in about 40 years.

Would you leave Agent
Wormwood unrevenged?

Well, those are the breaks.

Did you know who Agent
Wormwood was, Dr. Hemlock?

Wormwood was Henri Baq.

Henri Baq?

Yes.

I thought he was retired
and living in Paris.

He approached C-2
and asked for work.

Apparently, he had
financial difficulties.

We tried to be helpful.

Unfortunately, it
turned out tragically.

Why wasn't I told
about this before?

We had reasons.
They did not concern you.

We preferred that you took the
sanction for your usual reasons,

greed and avarice.

- Henri Baq was my friend.
- Yes.

He saved my life once.

Yes.

Then why am I the only one who
can perform this sanction?

First, do you
accept the assignment?

Yes, I accept.

What we have is this.

The target is male.

He is an accomplished
mountain climber.

We learned this from
a note we intercepted.

Also, a witness said he limped.

Well, that's fine.

Now all I have to do is kill every
mountain climber with a sore foot.

Not quite.

Our man will be involved in a
climb in the Alps this summer.

You're getting warm now, Dragon.

That narrows it down to
three or four thousand men.

Fewer than that.

We know which mountain
he will climb.

And?

The Eiger.

North face, of course.

That is correct.

You are familiar with it?

You know I am.

I tried to climb it twice.
It tried to kill me twice.

Look, if the target's trying to
climb the north face of the Eiger,

chances are my work
could be done for me.

I cannot trust
to chance, Dr. Hemlock.

Now, the only climb planned for
the Eiger is a goodwill climb

with a team from Germany, Austria,

France and the United States.

Now, the target is
one of the other climbers,

the Frenchman, the German
or the Austrian.

We are continuing to work
to try to identify him.

Undoubtedly, we will have his name

before it is necessary
for you to climb the Eiger.

You're passing over one small
matter, and that is payment.

Naturally, considering the rigors of the
assignment, we intend to be generous.

You will receive $30,000.

I'm sure that's
more than you expected.

More than I expected,
but less than I'll receive.

Oh?

Yeah. I'll receive $100,000,

plus expenses, of course.

You recognize that
this is outrageous?

Well, I'm viewing this
as retirement pay.

This is definitely
my last assignment.

You are punishing us for using
Jemima Brown? Is that it?

You need me to
perform the sanction,

just pay the money.

You drive a hard bargain, Hemlock,

but to show you there
are no hard feelings,

I'm going to give you a bonus.

Oh, pardon me while I choke.

You will appreciate this.

The bonus is Miles Mellough.

Miles? What does he have
to do with all this?

It appears that after the
microfilm was stolen from Worm...

Henri Baq, Miles Mellough
was the courier

who carried it to the enemy.

Since he was not
one of the killers,

a sanction, technically,
is not called for.

However, you may
have it if you wish.

I accept the bonus.

I thought you might.

I imagine this will be the last
time that you will be here.

I shall miss you, Hemlock.

You know, Dragon, you could have
saved yourself a lot of trouble

if you'd have told me to begin with

that the dead agent in
Zurich was Henri Baq.

Good luck, Hemlock,
on your latest assignment,

the Eiger Sanction.

Wild Turkey on the rocks, hmm?

It's right downstairs.

I guess I shouldn't have dropped
it on you like that, Jonathan.

Just how should you have
dropped it on me, Jemima?

I just couldn't let it go...

I mean, I couldn't let us
go on without you knowing

that I work for Mr. Dragon.

And I didn't have enough guts
to tell you face-to-face.

Boy, I must've been really dazzled

not to notice all
those coincidences.

You on the same plane, just
happening by with the taxi cab,

discovering the note from Dragon.

How was it supposed to work?

Were you supposed to deny me your
body if I don't accept this sanction?

Don't make it sound
so cheap, Jonathan.

Just too shabby
to even be called cheap.

For your information,

I was not assigned to seduce you.

How long have you
worked for Dragon?

Only a month.

But I've been a C-2
courier for five years.

Jonathan, do you understand how
important this sanction is?

I mean, the film that was
stolen from Wormwood...

His name was Henri Baq.

Well, the stolen microfilm involves
a new formula for germ warfare.

And I'm supposed to get it
back by killing people?

Let me tell you something I'm sure
you're not aware of, Aunt Jemima.

You know what purpose these sanctions
serve? Absolutely none at all.

They're just retaliation. They kill
one of ours, we kill the killers.

No purpose at all, just barbaric.

You're getting religion
a little late.

I didn't quit because of religion.
I quit because of mathematics.

Oh?

That's right.

The odds are stacking
up against me.

Assassins who stay too long wind up
assassinated, and that ain't in my game plan.

But...

Look, I don't pretend to know
what Mr. Dragon's thinking,

but there's a formula for germ warfare
out there and the other side has it.

I'm sure he knows what he's doing.

It's dangerous, child, to come to
conclusions when you don't have any facts.

Now, let me lay some on you.

Sure, Dragon knows what he's doing,

just like he knew what he was doing

when he worked for the
Nazis during World War II.

- What?
- Oh, you didn't know that, did you?

Yes, your wrap 'em up in red,
white, and blue Mr. Dragon's

a goddamn Hessian,
that's what he is.

And he'd sell out the other side
as fast as he'd sell out our side.

He'd sell out his mother, too,
if the bloodless freak had one!

You think it's so awful the
other side has a germ formula?

It's against the
Geneva Convention, isn't it?

And they stole it from us.

Well, what the hell are we doing
with it in the first place?

We're not supposed
to have one either.

And you don't see any difference
between their side and our side?

Yeah, I see a difference. As long as we
have Dragons and Popes working for us,

how bad can the other side be?

Where's my change?

$10,000.

This is Henri Baq.

I had a bullet in me once, and
he carried me for three days.

I owe him one. He was a friend.

Who's that man?

That's Miles Mellough.

He's the guy who tipped off the
people who put the bullet in me.

An enemy.

And him?

That's Ben Bowman. He and I
used to climb a lot together.

I'm going out to his climbing
school and get in shape.

Friends, enemies.

Where do I fit in?

I'm sorry, but you don't.

Here's to the selfish killer
and the patriotic whore.

Do you have anything
else to say to me?

I usually keep a twenty in the
bowl there, by the kitchen door.

You might pick it up
on your way out.

Goddamn my eyes!
How the hell are you?

Goddamn, you're looking good.

A little soft maybe, but,
goddamn, I'm glad to see you.

How the hell have you been? Boy,
are we gonna drink a lot of beer!

Wait till you see the goddamn
place. How the hell are you?

Jesus Christ, Jon, don't
you ever say anything?

Well, I'm waiting for
your mouth to get tired.

Just down the road
a piece, old buddy.

About 20 miles, as I remember.

Uh-huh.

Nice leisurely five-minute ride.

Only when I'm in a hurry.

No need to hurry, Ben.

That's why I'm taking it
nice and easy.

You ain't gonna
recognize the old place.

Hope I live to see it.

That city life has spoiled
you, made you kind of soft.

You ain't a pansy yet, are you?

Let's just stop this death
trap and I'll show you.

What's so funny?

I was just thinking of
the last time we climbed.

You had to haul my ass
down off that mountain.

That's liable to turn out to
be one of my bigger mistakes.

Still do any climbing, Ben?

No. Nothing a pissant
couldn't hop over.

I ain't a climber, anyway.
I'm an impresario.

- Huh?
- An impresario.

At least, that's what they
call me. That ain't dirty, is it?

Could be.

When did this all happen?

Oh, about two years.
What do you think of it?

- Well...
- I know. It's so frigging
ugly, it makes me sick.

But it keeps me in moccasins.

I've been taken over
by the swinging singles!

What happened to
the climbing school?

Ha!

My guests are more interested in
hunting than they are in climbing.

Thought the whole point
of climbing was hunting.

Damned if you ain't right, Jon.

Damned if you ain't right.

Well,

this is really interesting, Ben.

Uh-huh, yeah.

Begins to look like I'll make
it through the winter, huh?

Two brews.

Not bad.

Thanks. Not bad at all.

I think I like the old place
better though. More character.

Character and unpaid bills,
old buddy.

Goddamn, I'm glad to see you!

Dealing with these phony bastards
really makes my ass weary.

That's the perils
of being an impresario.

You sure that ain't a dirty word?

Shut up and drink your beer.

On, God. My, my!

All right. Beat it, Buns.

At least I know you're not
here for the hunting.

Psst! Psst!

But your wire made it sound like more
than just a visit to an old buddy.

It is, Ben. I want you to get
me in shape for a climb.

Much of a climb?

Eiger, north face.

You're kidding?

Nope, I'm part of an
international team.

I know about that
international climb.

Lawrence Scott heads the U.S. team.

He had an accident.

How old are you, Jon? Thirty-five?

- Give or take.
- Uh-huh.

I know what you're thinking,
Ben, but I have to go.

You've been to the Eiger before.

- Twice.
- And you know what it's like.

Ben, I'm going, God damn it.

All right. All right. I did what a
good friend's supposed to do.

I tried to talk you
out of it, right?

Now I'm gonna tell you the truth.

Horseshit! I'm going with you!

You, going to the Eiger?

I'm the ground man for that climb.

Ain't that enough
to singe your ass!

I'm gonna nursemaid you again
after all of these years.

You nursemaid me?

I not only could out-climb
you on your best day,

I can out-drink you right now.

Well, you just enjoy that one,

'cause you're off the sauce until
you're in shape for the climb.

Meanwhile, I'll have another.

Well, this is where I turn back.

- Thank God.
- Not you. You need the work.

George there will take you on up.

She's a girl.

A lot of people notice that.

All right, George. Give him a workout,
then bring him back for a meal.

I'll see you, old buddy.

You don't have to do
everything he says.

After all, this is a chance to
strike back at the white man.

Hi. I'd like some
French Onion Soup,

crabmeat cocktail,

broiled lobster tails,

and Wild Turkey
on the rocks, please.

Very good, sir.

Well, that was quick.

Well,

what do you think of George?

Very warm, humane person.

Gives great conversation, too.

But she's a climbing fool,
ain't she?

Boy, that she is.

Wore me down, but
I'll do better tomorrow.

Tomorrow? Today, me bucko.

You go back out again
right after lunch.

You'd be well-advised to have a
good reason for making this call.

Rise and shine, old buddy.

Oh. Go piss up a rope.

Just scalp me.

God damn it! I wish
Custer would have won.

Time to rise and shine...

Screw Marlon Brando.

Dirty, rotten...

Dirty, evil, scheming,
devious bitch.

Leave Dr. Hemlock alone, Faggot.

Forgive him, Jonathan,
but I'm afraid Faggot

has not learned to
recognize you straights.

Miles.

My, my, aren't we
looking splendid, Jonathan?

How long has it been?

Indochina,

you and me and Henri Baq.

And I haven't made
a verbal blunder.

Actually, it's about Henri
that I wish to chat.

Miles, the only thing
you and I have to chat about

is you having an incurable disease
and lack the guts to kill yourself.

Very good, Jonathan. Very good.
You've grown a great deal.

But wrong!

Should we be sensible
and have a drink?

Waiter!

We'd like to order
some drinks, please.

A Wild Turkey on the rocks for
my good friend, the doctor.

And I would like...

I would like a frozen daiquiri.

Well... Miss?

Oh, Miss. May I know
your name, please?

Buns.

Yes, of course it is.

Miss Buns, I wonder if
you'd be a gentleperson

and take my roomie for a stroll?

Sure, anything.

I'm sure. Off you go.

His name is Faggot.

That's cute.

Be careful he doesn't
rape you. Charming.

Ah, here we are.

Well, you're a very

handsome young man.

I would say he's made,
wouldn't you, Jonathan?

I assume you're covered.

Uh-huh. Your assumption is correct.

At the bar.

That's your cover?

Uh-huh. Dewayne is very strong.

He was a world's champion.

Weren't they all?

Must seem odd to you
that I've looked you up

after all these years.

But you see, Jonathan, I'm...

I've grown very tired
of waiting for you

to step up behind me one day

and relieve me of existing.

Stepping up behind is
your method, Miles.

I wanna look right into your face.

Yes, I'm sure you would.

However, that does not
enhance my cool.

It'll all be over soon.

Funnily enough, I find myself

in a very strong
bargaining position.

Forget it.

Not even curious?

You betrayed the both of us in Asia

and we lived, no thanks to you.

Now you people have
killed Henri in Zurich.

I didn't actually
kill him, you know.

Well, I probably
won't actually kill you.

That's very little comfort.

Henri was a worthless alcoholic,
and I abhor sloppy drunks.

I'll allow you that.

It's the price I must pay
to get you to listen.

I did not, I repeat, I did not

participate in that killing.

Because unlike you,
I am not an animal.

But I do know who did the killing.

You got one, and now
you're after the other.

Dragon has promised you
the identity of this person.

Maybe. Maybe not.

The point, I know
who this person is.

And until you get that information,

you're in great, great danger.

How?

Suppose I were to tell this person

who and what you are?

He would hunt you.

You'd sell this man out for me?

For what I want in this life,

I would even sell my dear mother.

How true.

What I need from you is your
promise to leave me alone.

What do you say?

All right. I'll give you
my answer in a minute.

Whichever way it goes,

we were friends once.

As you can see, Miles
and I have made up.

Can I buy you a drink?

Get him whatever he's having.

I'm sure glad, too.

I'd hate to tangle
with a guy your size.

Just want you to know.

Now I'm gonna tell you something.

And listen, 'cause I'm
gonna ask questions later.

I don't like you on my
flank 'cause it scares me.

I don't like being scared.

If you ever come near me
again, I'm gonna kill you.

Understand? Understand?

Yes.

Good boy.

Hope you told your cook
we'd be back for lunch.

You're full of
piss and vinegar today.

You promise to have mercy
on an old man like me?

You wanna lead? You've
been up this before.

No, I'll just tag along.

This the right way?

It's one way, I guess.

You're a big help.

I wanna know why you busted
that guy's head at the pool.

Rock.

All right, it's none
of my fucking business.

You know what?

Way down deep, you got the
makings of a real bad ass.

I don't know that I'd like to be
alone on a desert island with you

if there was a shortage of food.

Don't worry. You're a friend.

You ever had any enemies?