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(people singing in foreign language)

(birds chirping)

(mysterious music)

(singing in foreign language)

(dramatic music)

- Good morning, boss.

- Ah, good morning, man.

Everything cool?

- So far.

- Good. (sighs)

(dramatic music)

Hey, that's one of them Masai warriors, huh?

- Yeah.

- Them guys sure get around, don't they?

Kind of like us, huh?

(barrel whirring)

- [Elvis] So, boss, how far do you think they are?

- Doesn't matter, man.

We're almost there.

Does that look like this?

- I guess so.

- Yeah? Close enough.

- [Elvis] You sure your friend will let us use his talents?

- [Jim] No problem. Captain Morgan and I go way back.

(singing in foreign language)

I can't believe how someone

so uncivilized can become so downright respectful.

I mean, when we came here,

we was just kids playing cowboys and Indians,

learning to survive and trying to make a quick buck.

We were hiding guns for the rebels

in some of the mines and tunnels he's working in now.

Bush rebels kept calling him captain for some damn reason.

Name just stuck.

(singing in foreign language)

Got your game face on?

- Yeah, you always do.

- Don't worry. We'll get past these gentlemen.

Do it for love, country, and mostly for money.

(Elvis laughs)

Not Morgan. No way, man.

It's different for him.

It's more for respect, for the people and himself.

He's a diamond among the rough.

(singing in foreign language)

(people chattering)

- Ixnay on the Ore-hays, Peter Joe.

- Why I ought to.

(Rick speaking in foreign language)

- Morgan. - Morgan.

- How's it looking, Morgan?

- Hey, fellas. We got our work cut out for us here, okay.

The water table's dropping,

but it's making the Dolomoth dry up faster.

- [Guard] Okay, man. It's not a trailer, man.

(guard speaking in foreign language)

- [Jim] Hey! Hey, do you see this thing?

- We've got to pump in some cement here

before it goes brittle and collapses.

And we better do it on number seven as well,

just to be safe.

(guard speaking in foreign language)

- Come on.

Follow.

- This way.

(whistle shrilling) (men shouting)

- Hey, right here. - Listen, listen!

- Excuse me.

- [Guard] Tell him stop means stop!

- [Jim] Just stay close, sir, all right?

Yo man.

(guard speaking in foreign language)

We got it right here.

Right here.

Look.

Man, man, hey!

Don't mess with me, man.

Don't piss me off, man.

I understand you're a dick.

Now you read, man.

Get off my case, now.

Now I'm gonna mount your headlights, man.

No, you listen to me, man.

Yo, I said-

- [Rick] Catch.

- Captain Morgan. Oh, God.

What's up? How you doing, man?

Hi, bro.

Now don't you feel like a fool, man, treating me so bad?

See, he and me are friends, all right?

It's like, me and the captain, we're tight.

- Yeah, with friends like you-

- [Rick And Jim] Who needs enemies?

- Basically, this guy needs an enema.

I'm about to give him one with a shrapnel.

- Be kind, this is my associate.

- Man, he's a punk, man.

- Give the Prozac a fighting chance, will you?

You gotta read the labels so-

- All right, all right, all right.

Sorry, man.

- All right, what's in the truck?

- Tony, nothing, couple scuds.

- Scuds? What's the scuds doing?

- [Jim] Hey, I missed you.

- Yeah, I missed you, too.

- [Jim] I thought you went to the north mines,

messed around up there, no? - Bullshit.

- I did. - What is this?

- I don't know. It's legit, though.

I got it signed by the minister of what's he whose its.

- With my initials!

- Yeah? - Yeah.

You forged my signature.

That's, that's very ingenious. - I don't know, yeah.

- You know everything comes in here is my responsibility.

- Well.

- Right, this is gonna cost you.

- All right, let's negotiate.

- Okay. The usual.

You know, case of red stripe.

- Case of red stripe?

I got some. Just fell off the back, man.

- [Rick] Don't you mean off the wagon?

- Okay. Might have a case.

I'll kill you.

I'll kill you, man.

- Get that shit out of here.

(dramatic music)

- All right. Now hold your water, man, okay.

Just trust me.

You and I are gonna be richer.

Six foot up a bull's ass, it's gonna be a ball.

- Toxic waste?

- 50/50. I'll give you 40/60 if you want.

- What are you doing transporting this shit?

- Man, it's all right.

No one's gonna get hurt.

Just calm your-

- It's toxic waste!

- It's not that toxic.

- You get this shit out of here.

(explosion booming)

What the hell is this?

(helicopter whirring) (men shouting)

Friends of yours?

- Well, used to be. Now it seems like they're pissed.

- Yeah, no shirt shitlock.

(men shouting in foreign language)

- Kiss my ass, Chang.

You commie-supportin' ass wipe!

- Oh, Chang? You've gone multinational on me.

- Yeah, I know no discrimination. Excuse me.

- Right. (speaking in foreign language)

(men shouting) (explosion booming)

- Keep the peace, bro.

(gun firing)

- [Rick] God.

- Sorry. Get ready, Clifton.

Elvis, get the artillery, will you?

- [Elvis] Yes, sir.

- You just won't let go, will you?

Card shuffle Buddhist.

(weapon firing)

(explosion booming)

(men shouting)

(Jim groaning)

- What are you doing to my place?

- I said I was sorry, man.

- Got the next size up?

- Yep. Big and tall, bro.

- That'll fit.

(helicopter whirring)

(guns firing)

- Wahoo!

- [Rick] What'd you do to piss him off?

- He's an ex-business partner.

And it's the ex he's not too happy about.

Cover me.

(guns firing) (dramatic music)

Oh! (explosion booming)

- [Rick] Jesus Christ!

- (groaning) Now he's pissing me off.

Damn it, man.

Get this thing out of here.

Where is he?

There he is.

Man, I feel a stone wall coming on.

- Yeah?

- Bring it on, you punk.

(gun firing)

Oh! - Why do I miss this guy?

- Yeah! Take that, man.

(guns firing) (men groaning)

- It's okay. Come on.

(guns firing) (dramatic music)

I hope you're satisfied, God damn it.

(suspenseful music)

(gun firing) (man groaning)

- Hey, Chang! Don't you believe in karma?

You must have been born the year of the fool, man.

Yeah, yeah! That's right, buddy.

I'm gonna make you a baby again.

(dramatic music) (guns firing)

(explosion booming)

- [Man] There he goes.

- Oh, man. This sucks.

(guns firing)

Don't hit my truck!

Elvis, fire it up!

(dramatic music)

Follow the truck, Elvis.

- Andreas.

- Whoo! See you at Nando's, about 7:30.

- Yeah, yeah. Y'all come back now, you hear.

- He's mine.

- Oh, my God! That rice lover's gonna blow the jeep.

Jump! Jump!

(weapon booming)

- No!

(tense music)

God!

(explosion booming)

- Army.

(siren blaring)

- Pull back.

- Move out.

Back in the chopper.

Pull back.

(dramatic music) (guns firing)

(Rick groaning)

(helicopters whirring) (guns firing)

- [Man] Come on.

- Jesus.

(men shouting in foreign language)

Look what they did to my guys, man.

Look what they did to my guys!

(blow thudding)

- New scenes of horror continue to multiply

as the death toll rises

in the small African nation of east Zambezi.

The massive toxic spill has spread

throughout the Southern waterway,

forcing government troops to break off their running battle

with rebel forces in an attempt

to quarantine the infected region.

In this village alone,

over 100 fatalities have been recorded.

Earlier today, the Zambezi minister of state spoke

at a press conference held in the capital.

- We are still searching for the source.

But we know who the guilty parties are.

And believe me, they will not go unpunished,

especially the U.S. government and its agents

who continue to permit and support such transport.

They are the primary ones to blame.

We hold them the most responsible for the crime

against our people, our families, and our children.

- [Reporter] Mr. Minister!

- [Reporter] This man, American mining engineer Rick Morgan,

was quickly hustled out of the country only hours ago.

- [Reporter] Mr. Morgan, the barrels causing the death

of hundreds of people have not been found.

Please, tell us where they are.

- Sources close to the minister have confirmed

that Mr. Morgan was in fact responsible

for authorizing the toxic dumping.

He was released to U.S. authorities

after the American government reconfirmed its commitment

to provide extensive financial aid to east Zambezi.

Tracy Candle, New Media Network, East Zambezi.

(gentle music) (birds chirping)

(car horns honking)

(gentle music)

- [Man] Yeah, how are you doing?

(footsteps tapping) (people chattering)

- You're not an easy man to find.

I've come to make you an offer.

- And you are?

- Maurice Dupont.

I am a ministerial consultant

to the Democratic Republic of East Zambezi.

- Really?

Well, I've made it my policy to not be consulted

by countries that try to execute me.

- Well, Mr. Morgan, it was your signature on the document.

The government still holds you responsible.

More than 1,000 villagers have died of toxic poisoning

from the drums that you allowed in.

- Yeah, well.

The chances of me hurting anyone in here are pretty slim,

but seem to be increasing since your arrival.

- Personally, I believe your approval was forged,

that the man responsible walked free.

Mr. Jim Scott.

- Buddy, you're late and a life short, mister.

- Do you not wish to, uh, clear your name?

Your reputation?

- You know, I lost both things.

Not you, not anyone, gonna get them back.

- Okay, Mr. Morgan.

There were more than 20 drums on that truck.

We don't know how many have corroded or have leaked.

We need your help to find where the source is.

- You got the wrong man.

- The government is prepared to offer you amnesty,

release your frozen assets, including back pay.

- Now you're just funny.

- Oh, no.

Jim Scott has survived.

(dramatic music)

He lives somewhere deep in rebel territory.

It's going to be harder for me to find Scott than for you.

(dramatic music) (plane engine roaring)

For 10 years I've watched this nation divide itself

into socialism against capitalism,

tribalism against nationalism,

father against son, brother against brother.

The industrial nations, they send in millions of dollars

without understanding a thing about the third world.

They don't need a handout of money.

They need expertise.

People like you.

(people chattering)

(plane engine roaring)

(people chattering in foreign language)

- [Driver] Very fine.

- Morgan.

Morgan. (speaking in foreign language)

Because of you!

Because of you, Morgan, all my family is dead.

I want to tell you something.

You're a murderer. (spits)

(woman speaking in foreign language)

- She's just an old African.

(gentle music) (people chattering)

(Maurice speaking in foreign language)

(singing in foreign language)

Politics.

(singing in foreign language)

(people chattering)

(car horn honking)

- [Jim] See you at Nando's, about 7:30.

- There's somebody I've got to see.

(gentle music)

- What else? Mr. Jack Daniel's.

(Maurice speaking in foreign language)

(people chattering in foreign language)

- This bar's closed until six o'clock.

- What time is it at your end of the bar?

- Hey, this is the guy that dumped that toxic stuff

in the river that killed all the villagers.

(tense music)

- All right, now, fellas. I don't want any trouble.

(blow thuds) (Rick groans)

- You get out of this bar, you murderer.

- Look. All I wanted to do is order a drink.

(blows thudding) (men grunting)

Shit.

(men groaning) (glass crashing)

(blows thudding) (men groaning)

- [Nando] The bar is closed until six.

- So I've been told.

- Aye-yi-yi.

Aye-yi-yi-yi.

You have any idea how much trouble you are in?

- I can see the quality of your clientele hasn't changed.

- Ricky?

You must be mad to come back here.

- You know, you're right.

You always did charge too much.

- Look what you've done.

I could lose my license for this, huh?

- You never had one to begin with.

- That's true. But it's the thought that counts.

I thought they deport you.

- So did I.

I hear Jim Scott's alive.

- Uh, well, um, it's, um, it's a rumor.

- Uh-huh.

(man groaning)

(head thudding) (man groaning)

- Make him think you do this.

He never paid me nothing.

Filthy pig.

( Nando grunting)

- So, where's Scott?

- The rebels have him.

No one has seen him.

He might as well be dead.

And don't even think of going up there.

There's full patrols.

Both sides.

- Yeah, well, I'm gonna have to go up there.

And the question is how you're gonna help me.

- It's not the same times, my friend.

The war has escalated.

The rebels have made major advances

and the government is ruthless.

- It could be worse.

The bar could be in rebel territory.

- Do you know, I have missed your logic. (laughs)

- Very classy.

Passed out in the bartender's back room.

(Rick groaning)

Dr. Kim Woods, want you to meet Rick Morgan.

Dr. Woods has been hired from the World Health Organization.

She's a respected researcher in contaminates.

- How do you do?

- I'll wait in the cafe.

(people chattering)

- For you.

My best sausage.

- Thank you. - Enjoy.

(dog whining)

- I've, uh, arranged for two soldiers

to accompany you and Dr. Woods.

- Kim.

- Kim.

- Um, that won't be necessary.

- I do not think you realize

how dangerous this country has become.

- I mean that, it won't be necessary

for our contaminations expert here to accompany me.

'Cause, uh, I don't need an assistant to find the drums.

- I'm not your assistant.

Although it looks like you could use one.

- See, I happen to be a member of Alcoholics Anonymous

when I'm not drinking.

What's your problem?

- I'm here to neutralize the mess you've created.

And I'm not looking forward

to scouring the countryside with a washout.

Especially one responsible

for destroying an entire tribe of people.

- I think you better tell Ms. National Geographic here

that I don't think I'm gonna help her

with her science project.

- Call me when he passes out again.

I'll be at the hotel.

(sirens wailing) (people chattering)

- Well, I always hate introductions.

But I, I think that that went rather well.

Look, Morgan, you don't have to like her,

just work with her.

- Oh, terrific.

- Where will you start?

- Scott could only have buried the drums

in about half a dozen places, all closed mines.

You checked them all, but you may have missed a few stopes.

- Good.

(dramatic music) (people chattering)

(children giggling)

If the casings have deteriorated,

the U.S. recognizance satellite will zero in

like flies to horse shit.

I've done my part.

(people chattering)

(quiet mysterious music)

(gentle music)

(quiet suspenseful music)

(people chattering in foreign language)

(engine revving) (suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

- Supposed to go left back there.

- The road is closed. Land mines.

- Rebels?

- Quarantine. The water is poisoned.

- [Man] Keep an eye out for rebels.

- [Man] Clear the fence out of the way.

Move these trucks through.

- [Man] Excuse me, boss.

Just got word Morgan and the girl have crossed

into rebel country 30 miles east.

- [Chang] Okay, let's catch up to them.

- [Man] Let's go!

(dramatic music)

(tense somber music) (flies buzzing)

- All this from poisoned water?

- Everyone's dead, madame.

- Stop.

Stop.

(somber music)

- You're not allowed here.

(flies buzzing)

(gun firing)

- [Kim] What did you do that for?

- You nuts? What the hell are you doing?

What are you doing?

- Hey, it's better to kill it.

The poison's a terrible way for it to die.

(speaking in foreign language)

- [Rick] How long ago did this happen?

The quarantine?

- Nine months.

- Are there any other villages like this along the river?

- There are many villages.

No survivors.

(somber music)

- [Soldier] Look.

- [Kim] What is all this?

- [Soldier] They are mass graves,

and there are many more along the river.

Hundreds of villagers are buried here.

(somber music)

(dramatic music)

- Thanks.

What is it?

- Africans never bury their dead in mass graves.

Only murderers.

And that bushbuck they shot back there,

it was about, what, six months old?

Doing pretty good on poisoned water, don't you think?

Come on.

(dramatic music)

- One hour. Rebels.

- [Kim] How long has this place been closed?

- About 10 years.

It used to be the richest colonial mine before independence.

It just ran out.

- So this is where you buried the drums?

- All right, this is my one and only speech, okay?

I don't know where the drums are buried

'cause I didn't bury them.

Now, personally, I hope we get lucky and we find them,

because then you can do your job, whatever the hell that is,

and I can go drink myself blind knowing I saved the world.

(dramatic music)

- Where are you going?

- [Rick] The back door.

There used to be an emergency generator

somewhere around here.

(generator whirring)

(lights clicking)

Don't have any phobias, do you?

You'll get over them.

(suspenseful music)

Keep away from the shaft on the left.

This level's partially flooded.

- [Kim] How come you know this place so well?

- I used to be on inspections and development.

Provided contract for the whole region.

That's very weird.

- [Kim] What?

- [Rick] This rock fault.

- [Kim] What's on the other side?

- [Rick] I don't know.

- You must have been a very thorough inspector.

- It's man-made.

Someone's laid charges to keep the people out.

Take a look, the rock faces are all jagged or something.

Cleavage on the face.

I'm not trying to be fresh.

- [Kim] I didn't say you were.

- Well, you didn't have to.

- What does that mean?

- It means since I've met you

you've been giving me nothing but attitude.

Personally, I'm a little sick of it.

(Kim screaming) (dramatic music)

(water splashing)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

Hang on.

(Kim gasping)

(water splashing)

(both gasping)

(Kim moaning)

Where'd you get it?

You got an acid kit?

- In here.

It's not serious.

- Good.

It's clean.

- Thanks. - Sure.

It means the barrels aren't here.

What the hell is this?

- Geiger counter.

- I know what it is.

I mean, what are you doing with it?

- What do you think we're looking for?

- Toxic waste has nothing to do with radioactivity.

No one ever said anything about radioactivity.

- You didn't know?

- No, I didn't know.

What, you mean you knew?

Was there a death wish on the application form?

- I headed a team that developed a powder bacteria

that can allow us

to reduce radio activity levels on contact.

- What, this?

- Yes.

- Good for you.

Personally I don't like to be taken for a punk.

- And I don't like to be treated

like one of the usual suspects.

- Sucks, doesn't it?

Can you walk?

- I think so.

- 'Cause we've got to find out

why Dupont's been giving us two different stories.

(dramatic music)

Wait here.

- [Kim] Morgan!

- Dead soldiers. Not a good sign.

We've got company.

Slowly.

Nice and easy.

Let's go.

We don't look up.

Nice and easy.

(men shouting) (guns firing)

You drive.

(dramatic music) (guns firing)

(engine revving)

(guns firing) (dramatic music)

(man shouting) (guns firing)

Go left.

- We came right.

- Go left.

(guns firing)

(Kim screaming)

(Kim groaning)

(horse neighing)

(leader laughing)

- Hands up. (laughing)

(man chanting)

(man chanting)

(men chanting) (dramatic music)

(water splashing) (somber music)

(people chattering in foreign language)

(man shouting in foreign language)

(people chattering in foreign language)

(man shouting in foreign language)

(gun clicking)

(man speaking in foreign language)

(guns clicking) (suspenseful music)

(Jim speaking in foreign language)

- Man's my friend.

Ain't you?

(birds chirping)

I heard your big ass was back in the neighborhood.

- Yeah, it's amazing the kind of riff-raff

they let in these days.

- Yeah.

- It's good to see you, Scott.

- That's not my name anymore, man.

My name is Usando.

- I'm sorry?

- Usando. - Usando.

Good.

(blow thudding)

(man yelling) (Rick groaning)

- Oh, man. Let me rephrase that.

You wouldn't mind calling me Usando, would you?

- No, that'll work for me.

- Uh, it's all right, Madumo.

It's all right.

- Yeah, Madumo.

- Oh, man.

I liked it better when we used to hug.

- You got a lot of explaining to do, man.

- I know. Come on.

Let me introduce you to my family.

- Ow, my shoulder. - I'm sorry.

- Your family?

- Who's your girl?

- Oh. Uh, Kim.

- [Jim] Hi, Kim. Come on through.

- [Rick] Give me that.

(man speaking in foreign language)

- It's all right, it's all right.

- Hold on one damn second. - It's all right.

- This thing goes with me everywhere.

- Come on, Kim.

(people chattering)

- You got nine lives or something?

- Yeah, only got a couple left.

But only one jaw, so watch out.

Hey, there she is.

There they are.

This is my wife Tebi.

Our daughter Scarlet.

- Sabon. - Sabon.

- [Jim] This is, uh, this is Morgan.

Remember the one I told you about, Captain Morgan?

That's him.

- [Tebi] Oh! Welcome.

- It's a pleasure to meet you.

(speaking in foreign language)

(Tebi speaking in foreign language)

(men laughing)

- What's so funny?

- Uh, no, she just, uh, said you were pretty.

- [Jim] Yeah. Come on in.

Uh, come on, take a seat.

(suspenseful music)

- They're headed down river.

It's all rebel country.

Let's go, go!

- [Man] Look out for rebels!

(engines revving)

- So what's the haps?

I know why you're here.

Uh, what's your agenda, ma'am?

- Uh, that's Dr. Kim Woods,

the ever fashionable contaminations expert from the W.H.O.

- Oh, I see.

All right, all right.

So what's who looking for and why?

- What you buried.

- What'd I bury?

What, are you talking out of school, Morgan?

- You know what you've buried.

- What you know about what I've buried?

You know something I don't know?

- You know what you buried. - Hey, easy, you two, okay?

We're on a mission searching for radioactive waste.

You seen any lately?

- Nah, the only thing you're gonna find wasted is your time.

Who's paying your ticket, Rick?

- Guy named Dupont.

Pulled me out of a perfectly comfortable stupor.

- Imagine that. Hey, don't let the guard past, okay?

Check the roads on patrol.

Let me know, man.

- Okay.

- (sighs) Dupont.

Class B scumbag.

Guy shovels arms from north Korea via east Africa.

You can think him for half the carnage in this country.

He's in it for the money.

You see, he's partners with the fascist murderers

who run this country, so watch your back.

- I'll remember to do that.

Why's he looking for you?

- I don't know, man.

You'll have to ask him, I guess, you know.

Truth is, after Elvis died

I decided it was time for a life change.

I'm not even the same person I was a year ago.

- Congratulations. Where are the drums?

- History. I took care of them, man.

No one's ever gonna find them puppies.

- They're leaking.

Do you have any idea how many people have died?

- Leaking? No, I think you're misinformed.

I think the only death you seen is murder.

- Murder by contamination.

- Look, W.H.O., there's only one water source

in this whole region.

All the rest are tributaries.

So let me ask you a question.

How many of the villages upstream had no survivors?

- Rebel villages?

- That's right. Unprotected.

Slaughtered.

You's a scapegoat, man.

You and our toxic drums.

- Our toxic drums?

No, that's, that's, thank you for sharing.

That's very generous.

- The toxic drums, all right?

I didn't, that's not my fault, man.

- They were about to hang me, God damn it.

- All right, man, we'll talk later when we're alone, okay?

I got to check the perimeters.

- You do that, Moby.

(flies buzzing)

- [Jim] Remember Libyan freighter

that sunk off the coast about a year back?

- [Rick] No. Why, is that your supply ship?

- [Jim] No, man. I got a call from an associate.

He told me that freighter was gonna be in the Indian ocean

on its way to North Korea to deliver some rusted sub parts.

- [Rick] Parts? We're not talking periscopes here.

- [Jim] No, we're talking enriched uranium rods,

worth many, many millions.

Anyways, I figured why not intercept the freighter,

take those rods, stash them in toxic drums,

and build myself a little nest egg.

Company doesn't exactly give you a retirement fund,

so I just kind of took it upon myself.

- You're not in a cove with a pirate,

you're a C.I.A. spook for the Indian ocean, aren't you?

- Yeah, been a family business since the war, man.

50 years of tradition.

Now, you should thank them.

They're the ones who got your ass out of here alive

instead of in a body bag a year back.

Truth is, they're pretty damn pissed off at me.

They definitely would have killed me

if they didn't think I was already dead,

so if you wouldn't mind.

Only you and Nando know.

- And Dupont.

- Dupont, man. That dumb-ass prob.

You know, I'll say one thing in his defense,

at least he wears his bullshit on his sleeve.

We promised the American dream,

and we delivered total destruction.

(people chattering in foreign language)

Go home, Rick.

You didn't commit no crime, man.

Now, get the hell out of dodge

so we can open up a can of whoop ass

and give you the first helping.

(dramatic music)

(gun firing)

Get the kids in the bunker!

God damn.

Tebi! - You got a piece.

- Come on. - Got a piece?

- [Jim] Over here.

(engine revving)

They set you up.

- [Rick] Man, I didn't know.

- Madumo, get the women up to the High Village.

Shebo, give him a gun.

- Get in the jeep. - What's going on?

- Get in the jeep. Stay low.

Get in the jeep! - Let's go.

(engines revving)

(guns firing)

(men groaning)

Let's go.

(people shouting) (guns firing)

(Jim yelling)

- Yeah, take that, man.

(man screaming)

(explosion booming) (men screaming)

No!

(guns firing) (people screaming)

Damn you, assholes!

(guns firing)

(people screaming)

- [Man] Take that group.

(dramatic music) (guns firing)

- Come on!

Scott!

(gun firing) (Jim groaning)

- [Jim] Morgan.

(Jim groans) - Shit.

- Oh, man.

- Scott, shit!

- This sucks, man.

You gotta tell Nando to call my Uncle.

Tell him my daughter's gotta go to college, all right?

- That's, that's code, right?

That's, that's code.

- Uh-huh.

Tell, God damn, man.

- Hold on, hold on.

- Take care of my family, all right, man?

- That's not code.

- No, man.

- You got it, man. - Scott!

(horn honking)

- Get her out of here, man.

He ain't gonna kill me. I'm already dead.

(blows thudding)

- [Kim] Come on!

- Remember, tell Nando the code.

Run with it, Bubba.

(dramatic music)

Get cash, Captain.

- Attack!

(explosions booming)

(sinister music) (guns firing)

(blow thudding) (Jim groaning)

- I'm not even worried about the shipment, Scott.

It's mine.

But you disappoint me.

You hurt my feelings.

- What feelings?

- Who watched your back all this time?

- The truth is you was never spook material, Chang.

(bones crunching)

(guns firing) (men shouting)

- We've got to move out, boss.

They're counterattacking.

Back to the boats.

Back to the boats.

- [Man] Back to the boats!

- [Chang] See you in the next life.

(birds chirping) (somber music)

- [Kim] I'm sorry about your friend.

- Thanks.

I hated him.

You know?

I hated him for setting me up.

I hated him for,

for letting everyone think I killed 1,000 people.

And I hated him

for pretending he was dead.

Now that he is,

I still hate him.

(gentle music)

- I think I owe you an apology.

I was wrong about you.

- Aw, skip it.

People are never what they're made out to be.

Let's go to the hotel.

(car horns honking) (people chattering)

Just get everything you need, and let's get out of here.

- All I need is a shower.

- What's that?

See you downstairs.

(siren wailing)

- What are you doing in my room?

- I was worried.

What happened to you?

Where have you been?

- Falling down mine shafts.

- Did you find anything?

- Oh, the usual, murder, deception, greed.

- Oh, you've been talking to Mr. Morgan.

I told you he's a drunken liar.

- The only liar I've met so far is you.

No one's dead from radioactive or toxic waste.

I quit.

- Oh, I see.

You quit, huh?

Well, unfortunately, you cannot just quit.

I've paid you a great deal of money to bring you here.

- That's your problem.

Now get out of my room before I call security!

- As you wish.

(door thudding)

- Thanks.

(waiter speaking in foreign language)

Bye.

(suspenseful music)

(door thudding)

- What are you doing here?

- Must have used all the hot water.

(both groaning)

(mystical music)

(body thuds)

Cover me. I'll be right back.

(gentle music)

(people chattering)

(water whooshing) (Maurice spluttering)

Morning. Have a nice nap?

- You're making a big mistake, Morgan.

If you kill me, they will not hang you.

They'll execute you.

- Oh, say, that's much worse.

Either way, I'm really sorry you're gonna miss it.

- Relax, Morgan.

We are, for better or worse, partners now.

Without me you two do not

get out of Zambezi alive.

Huh?

I'm glad we understand one another.

I didn't lie to you, Dr. Woods.

The shipment, it is radioactive.

- But it hasn't leaked.

- Well, there are no signs yet.

The shipment came in temporary crates designed

to disintegrate in about one year.

For environmental reasons.

Hm! Ironic, isn't it?

- Then we're sitting on another Chernobyl!

- Who's the agent, Popeye?

- Mr. Chang.

He's a rogue agent,

selling to the North Koreans.

Between us, he's behind everything.

I only did it to avoid an international incident.

- Oh, what a diplomat.

- And all those dead in the village?

- Oh, no, no, no, no.

That was the military's doing.

Wake up, kids.

This country is in a civil war.

They're entitled to a few atrocities, no?

(Kim gasping)

- [Chang] Guess who.

- Ah, it's about time.

(dramatic music)

(Rick groaning)

Would you be kind enough to untie me, please?

Morgan, you better know where he hid the shipment.

- Where is it?

(blow thudding) (Rick groaning)

- He doesn't know!

- We don't need her. Shoot her.

(Kim gasping) (dramatic music)

(gun firing) (Maurice groaning)

(body thudding)

- [Chang] One less asshole on the payroll.

(blows thudding) (Chang grunting)

(Kim gasping)

(glass crashing) (gun firing)

(people shouting in foreign language)

(gun firing)

(suspenseful music)

- Whatever you want, come back after 6:00.

- Nando!

Scott is dead.

- You saw him?

- Yeah, right before the chain gang wasted his village.

Now, he told me to tell you to tell his uncle

that his daughter's gotta go to college.

Now, what the hell does that mean?

- Sam, lock the back door!

- What the hell is that?

- Rick, what else Scott tell you?

- Your line of work and what he buried.

Where is it?

- He said only two people know where he hid it.

- Who?

- You were number two.

Rick, you must find it.

If it falls in the wrong hands or becomes exposed,

it could bury us all.

- Buried. Buried!

That son of a bitch.

(explosion booming) (guns firing)

- Rick!

(glass crashing) (guns firing)

The rebels will help you.

They know Scott's Uncle.

Go, go!

- [Rick] Kim!

- Die!

(guns firing) (men groaning)

(Nando groaning)

(blow thudding) (Nando screaming)

- Nando.

Gonna leave without saying good-bye?

How rude.

In honor of the closing of your bar, let me propose a toast.

To the C.I.A.

(beer trickling) (Nando gasping)

(dramatic music) (bones crunching)

(Nando gasping)

Now we're outta here.

(cat meowing)

(dramatic music)

(water trickling)

(triumphant music)

- [Rick] I'm sorry about this,

but no one's gonna follow us up this way.

- [Kim] I can't believe Scott carried the drums up here.

- [Rick] Don't worry. He didn't.

There's a road up on top.

(dramatic music) (water whooshing)

- [Kim] Hey, I already had a shower, remember?

- [Rick] Yeah, but unfortunately,

the entrance is behind the falls.

- [Kim] Entrance? Entrance to what?

(gentle music)

- [Rick] Scott and I hosted many a rave in here.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

That used to be the DJ booth over there.

I don't believe it.

- What? - I don't believe it.

He sealed it!

There, there's an alcove in here.

It's like 20 feet deep.

(rocks thudding)

(Rick grunting) (rocks thudding)

(dramatic music)

(Geiger counter clicking)

- No! It's too hot.

10 minutes in there,

and you'll bake every atom in your body.

- [Chang] She's right!

- What took ya?

- Just paying my last respects to Nando.

- [Rick] You keep popping up in all the wrong places.

- I'd love to tell you I'm psychic.

Compliments of Dupont.

Tracking.

(dramatic music)

(meter crackling)

- Here. This is it.

- Right.

(canister clattering)

(eerie music)

- [Rick] I don't get you.

Who do you work for?

You're not North Korean.

You sound American.

- 100% born and raised.

Wondering how I'd sell out my own country?

You ever hear of Rockefeller? Carnegie?

It was Chang's turn.

I'm gonna make a killing.

- Take it up.

(men grunting)

- You'll never get that out past the check point.

- Don't worry about it.

Dupont already took care of that.

He served his purpose.

- [Rick] No wonder Scott never trusted you.

(men grunting)

- All right, let's go.

No, just you, Morgan.

(suspenseful music)

- It'll kill him!

- I'm counting on it.

- At least give me a flashlight.

You'll be glowing in five minutes anyway.

(blow thudding)

(body thudding)

(Rick groaning)

- We're outta here.

(Kim groaning)

(Rick screaming)

Leonard, put him out of his misery.

- No! - Yes, sir.

(grenade thudding) (suspenseful music)

(explosion booming) (Leonard screaming)

(birds chirping)

- Come on.

(suspenseful music)

(Rick groaning)

(gun firing)

(suspenseful music)

(people grunting) (blows thudding)

Uh.

(blows thudding)

(gun firing)

(dramatic music)

(water gurgling) (suspenseful music)

(Rick yelling) (dramatic music)

(water splashing)

(Rick groans)

(Rick grunting)

(Rick yelps)

You scared the hell out of me.

- (laughs) You are very much like Scott,

always in over your head.

(laughs) Come on.

We've got a train to catch.

(horn blaring)

- [Chang] Eight, nine, 1,000.

Just as Mr. Dupont promised.

- Okay, we're all set.

- You.

- Good doing business with you.

- Right.

Let's go!

(dramatic music)

- The station is here and our forces have taken over

all the roads leading to the river.

There is no escape for them except by train.

(dramatic music)

- [Chang] Had a good look? Beat it.

(suspenseful music)

- Chang fed his troops across the plains,

through the mountain pass.

There is no other stop until port city.

(train chugging)

Once we get past the old mine site,

we are in government controlled territory.

(dramatic music)

- What about the old copper line there?

- Oh, no. We blew the railway line months ago.

It's totally useless.

- No, that's, that's totally useful.

We divert the train onto the old copper line, and,

and they're not gonna get to port city.

(dramatic music)

Can you get a hold of Scott's Uncle at the C.I.A.?

- Yep.

- All right.

Better get your men ready.

- How fast can you ride?

(dramatic music)

(horses neighing)

(men shouting)

- Break right and left!

(men shouting)

(train chugging)

(people chattering)

(train horn blaring)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(hooves thudding)

Whoa!

(horses neighing)

(guns firing) (man groaning)

(man groaning) (guns firing)

(man groaning) (guns firing)

- [Rick] We don't have much time.

(glass crashing)

(man groaning) (guns firing)

- Whoo! - Yeah, man!

(men cheering)

(Kim gasping) (Chang grunting)

(train chugging)

- You go up there.

(all yelling)

(guns firing) (men groaning)

Help. Help me!

(dramatic music)

- [Man] I don't see anything.

- Andreas, check the engine.

- Yeah, I will.

(leader groaning)

(leader speaking in foreign language)

(assistant speaking in foreign language)

(leader speaking in foreign language)

(assistant speaking in foreign language)

(leader speaking in foreign language)

(singing in foreign language)

(dramatic music)

- What now? - Find Chang.

Start with the engine and work our way back.

(dramatic music)

Come on.

(singing in foreign language) (guns firing)

Let's go.

(train horn honking) (dramatic music)

(singing in foreign language)

(dramatic music)

How far to the split?

- [Madumo] About a mile ahead.

- [Rick] Let's unhook the car, get rid of these soldiers.

Chang's got to be in the back.

(blows thudding) (men groaning)

- Go-go, go check on Andreas.

- Yeah, boss.

(Kim groans)

(blows thudding) (men groaning)

(gun firing) (Andreas groaning)

(gun firing)

- Good shot, man.

(train horn honking)

(suspenseful music) (Kim gasping)

(fabric ripping)

(dramatic music)

- Keep trying.

I'm gonna check that box car.

- Okay.

(dramatic music)

(train horn honking)

(suspenseful music)

(man shouting) (gun firing)

(horn blaring)

(explosion booming)

(metal grating)

(train clacking)

- It's the wrong track.

- It's over, Chang.

You shit.

- What took you so long, boy wonder.

- Sorry I'm late.

In three miles, this train and everything on it are history.

- You and I know the rods will irradiate the whole area.

They'll never survive an explosion.

- They won't have to.

Go up and help Madumo unhook the car. Go!

- So smart.

Everybody's dirty.

It all ends up in the same place, somebody's bank account.

Scott knew that.

- Oh, you're wrong, Chang.

Scott didn't sell out.

(dramatic music) (blows thudding)

(men grunting)

(dramatic music)

(blows thudding) (men grunting)

- Look out!

(gun firing)

(men grunting)

(Madumo gasping)

(blows thudding) (men grunting)

(dramatic music)

- [Kim] Will you be all right?

- Yeah.

(guns firing)

Uncouple that!

(guns firing)

(blows thudding)

(dramatic music) (train chugging)

- [Kim] I've almost got it.

(coupling hissing)

(Kim screaming)

(both gasping)

(blows thudding) (men grunting)

(train chugging)

- We have to stop the train.

- Yeah, go right ahead.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(blows thudding) (men grunting)

(wheel squeaking)

- What the hell are you doing?

- Guns and ammunition.

I can't let them go to waste.

(blows thudding) (men groaning)

(wheel squeaking)

(blows thudding) (men grunting)

- You don't have what it takes to play in my world.

(blows thudding) (men grunting)

(Chang screaming) (dramatic music)

(train chugging)

(suspenseful music)

(explosion booming)

(wheel squeaking) (Kim gasping)

(helicopter whirring)

- [Fedie] Rick Morgan?

This is Agent Fedie, Scott's Uncle.

There's no time left.

We're gonna drop you a line and get you out of there.

(dramatic music)

He wants to take the barrel out first.

(suspenseful music)

(brakes squealing)

- Move a little over here. Over here.

- [Rick] Yeah.

(suspenseful music)

(explosion booming) (man screaming)

(brakes screeching)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(explosion booming)

(brakes screeching)

(Kim sighs)

(birds chirping)

(dramatic music)

(Chang groaning)

(Kim screaming)

- Chang! Let her go.

- Come and get her, Morgan!

(blow thudding) (Kim grunting)

- No!

(Kim screaming)

(water splashing)

(dramatic music)

(Rick grunting)

(explosion booming)

(blows thudding) (fire whooshing)

(Chang screaming)

(explosion booming) (dramatic music)

(water splashing)

(explosion booming) (dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

(gentle music)

(people shouting speaking in foreign language)

(Kim coughing)

You're all right, baby.

(leader laughing)

(bright upbeat music)

(singing in foreign language)

(dramatic music)

(singing in foreign language)

(dramatic music)

(mysterious music)

(singing in foreign language)

(birds chirping)