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I know who you're working for.
I pursued that man for 20 years.
Stay away from me. I come to take care of you.
I despise Randall Payne, too, but he didn't kill your father.
You're in a very dangerous place, Mr.
McCall. So are you, Mr. Payne. You see, I'm going to annihilate you.
You want to kill that man? He shot my father in the back. Son, you can't play
God. I'm looking forward to meeting you, so I can send you to meet your father.
I capture winter's long flight in the fingers of my hand, dawn
perching high upon my prison wall, until the equinox and
spring's first fire bring down the sun in laughter to my bed,
a lover in flames to hold me.
As the jungle tears the song from a phone's throat.
Caught in the lion's claws.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Good, good, good, good.
Don't any of you be intimidated now.
Tony is a published point in Chile.
Yes, but my translation is not so good. No, it's wonderful. Just wonderful.
You were... You were writing out of experience, weren't you?
I spent two years in la cárcel.
In jail.
Why were you in jail?
For my conscience.
Also, Antonio, I think you should read Steven Spender's translation of Lorca,
their first rate.
Waldo, when will you teach us about screenplays?
They have courses in film writing here.
These kids may not know who you are, but I do.
I grew up on those great old movies you wrote.
They were classics.
And hey, I even learned English from them.
Anyway, there's no money in poetry.
There's no poetry in money either.
I don't know, Antonio. It's been a long time.
Let me think about it. See you.
See you tomorrow.
Vamos.
Un momento, amigo.
Hey!
Antonio!
Reverend McCall, the old old Gerald.
How do you do? I'm the man who called you. Yes, indeed.
Do sit down, Mr. Gerald. Thank you, sir.
You said you called the police.
Now, what did they say about Antonio Cruz?
They said they weren't going to do anything except wait.
Why? Well, I never actually saw Antonio kidnapped. I only saw some men following
him, that's all.
I see.
Well, he's been missing less than 24 hours.
How can you be certain?
His apartment is empty.
Stripped clean.
Something's happened to him, I know it. What motive would there be?
I mean, why would anyone want to kidnap Antonio Cruz? I don't know for sure, but
I do know that he was in prison once in Chile for reasons of conscience.
Chile?
Political prisoner? He was no kind of a firebrand, just a damn good writer,
that's all.
Yes, well, that's reason enough in some countries these days, isn't it?
Yes, it is.
How can you be certain that he hasn't just left his apartment? Mr. McCall, you
go there yourself.
There is something very wrong there. You can feel it. What?
How? That place is empty except for this one photograph of Antonio with a piece
of black ribbon tied around it.
Black ribbon around it?
You bastard, I know who you're working for!
I thought my
hatred for him had diminished over the years, until I saw that photo epitaph,
and straight away I knew it was Randall Payne's signature.
And what I felt for him went far beyond hatred.
I was told by the company that he was killed in Aden 15 years ago.
That's what I thought, too, until recently. Until recently?
He turned up in Chile.
Then why the hell didn't you tell me? Know why I didn't tell you, Roberts?
Come on, what's the point? Why open old wounds?
The wound has never closed.
I despise Randall Payne, too, but... But he didn't kill your father.
Look, I pursued that man for 20 years.
20 bloody years!
And one day, somebody in the company told me that he had been gunned down in
Aden.
So I stopped searching.
But all this time, he had been working for the company, hadn't he? I don't
I suppose he has. That's what I didn't do. I wasn't working in that sector. I
want the company dossier on Payne.
The complete dossier.
You bring it.
Just bring it.
Goodbye.
Just a friend.
Just give me the names I've told you and it will stop.
Gentle skies beyond his cell.
Black widow on the ceiling.
She whispers down her silver umbilicus to dance upon the man who lies in
centlate, drowning in solitude.
This man's been a victim of torture.
And why should anyone take the trouble to silence him?
I mean, he's not exactly a figurehead, is he?
His poetry isn't really revolutionary.
Who says your work has to be revolutionary for some government to
you? Hell, writers are the first people they lock up. It happens all over the
world.
I know, I know.
Mr. Jarrell, your friend has been taken.
That photograph was left as a message.
Now, I have to find out what the message is and why he was taken.
You think he's still alive?
Yes, I do.
But I think if we don't find him soon, he'll begin to wish he wasn't.
Why? Because I know the man who's taken him. Who? Who's taken him?
I'll tell you when I'm certain.
In the meantime, I want you to pack a few things. You're going to drop out of
sight for some days. You're coming back to my place.
Why? Because the people who kidnapped him, they will have followed you back
here.
Father understands the desert heat.
Ocean fog into the valleys.
But a white dust on the coast is scorching days.
And the scars of cool air can
beautify the landscape.
A scar that beautifies.
But I tend to agree with Plato. Poets are liars.
I keep telling you the truth.
The vicaria never asked anyone's occupation.
I couldn't possibly know who was a guerrilla and who wasn't.
There is one poet I respect.
Roger Kipling.
His vision of world order, of empire.
Did you ever read Kipling, Antonio?
Stay away from me.
Doesn't really matter, does it?
Is it hell or not?
Because men like Randall Payne will create one right here on Earth, just the
same.
Egypt, 1952.
That was the year your father was killed, wasn't it?
Yes, it was.
Didn't you tell me once you were there?
Yes, yes, I was. I was there.
I was 19 years old.
My God, was I proud to be an officer in the British Army, serving with my
father.
One of the British cruisers was pounding port side.
We were on the shore, fighting Egyptian guerrillas.
And Randall Payne and his special unit were questioning prisoners.
There were executions.
My father stopped him, closed down his unit.
And for that, he shot my father in the back.
I'm sorry, Robert.
Yes.
You see, the trouble is, there was... There was so much left unsaid between
Ah, look, there's nothing in this file. I mean, it's just bloody useless. You've
got to take it back.
This is your father, isn't it?
Yes, it is.
A man of iron will and a broken heart.
Why a broken heart?
Well, you have to understand the time, the attitude.
When he married my mother, his family disinherited him.
You see, way back in the 30s, it was still...
Quite a scandal for a young officer in a good regiment, with a good family, to
marry beneath him.
Well, my father married an American.
And not only was she American, but she was American working class.
And not only was she working class, but even worse than that, she was an
entertainer.
So, family didn't understand, his regiment didn't understand.
They didn't want to understand, of course.
So what with that and...
The loss of his family broke his heart.
He felt he had something to prove to his family, to himself,
to his son.
Made him a damn good soldier and a damn bad father.
name of a member of the cni in new york city i need to know that because that is
the only way i can break through pain's organization without causing harm to
innocent people i want to help you
but you and i both worked very hard to put that government in place come on i
mean you know that doesn't matter now
There is a young, innocent man out there possibly being tortured to death.
I have worked all of my life to free prisoners of conscience, Robin.
This is more complex than that. Chile is about to have its first free election
in years.
No, it is not complex at all.
As my father would say, it is simply a matter of right or wrong.
No, it is simply a matter of vengeance.
You want to kill that man.
That's why you're in this.
Yes.
I want to kill that man.
Okay.
Just a moment.
Oh, hello, Vicky.
Hey, Waldo. Some call around?
No. You've been out all night.
I got some information.
I finally managed to access Antonio's INS immigration file.
Where'd you find out?
Antonio worked as a psychological counselor for La Vicaria de la
That's the human rights arm of the Catholic Church in Chile.
Why would that make him a target?
He worked in the interior near the guerrilla stronghold.
The CNI wants to discredit the Vicaria and nail it as a terrorist support group
so they won't be able to monitor the coming elections.
All they need from Antonio are the names of a few ex -guerrillas whom the group
might have counseled.
Names.
They always want names.
People you can betray so they can own you.
Well, I just hope Antonio has sense enough to tell them what they want to
Some things are worth holding out for.
Are they?
Son, you can't play God, even with my murderer.
Why not?
You played God with me and my mother.
I had a duty to perform.
You had a dying wife.
I still grieve for your mother, Robert, even now.
You grieved for yourself.
Where were you when she was dying?
You were fighting somewhere for your damned empire.
And where was I?
At that blasted boarding school, longing to see her just one more time.
They didn't even let me say goodbye to her.
I had no idea how ill she was.
She loved you, Robert.
Believe that.
I tried to believe that.
But it is hard.
I always felt that I'd betrayed her.
No.
Not you.
Robert, I taught you how to deal with suffering.
Yes, but at what price?
It seems to me I've been chasing your ghost half my life.
Neglecting my family as you neglected us.
Every time I look into the mirror, I see you.
A soldier has to accept responsibility for his own actions.
Robert, you've no one to blame but yourself.
You have no one to blame but yourself.
See, just standing there.
Robert, son of William McCall.
You are Randall Payne.
You're in a very dangerous place right now, Mr. McCall.
So are you, Mr. Payne.
You see, I'm going to annihilate you.
I'm looking forward to meeting you.
So I can send you to meet your father.
Did you trace the call?
Sorry, McCall. He's got the line jumping with static.
Help!
Hey!
You got Antonio with you, champ? Or did you see and I maybe kill him?
Mr. Gerald, you are as drunk as a lord.
An undeniable fact.
And how do you know about the C &I?
Cosme was here.
Gave a lot of information.
Did he?
What did he say?
Something... Something about a vicaria.
Vicaria.
All right, Walter. What the hell are you doing?
I want you to clear your head, Walter.
Now, you clear your head. This is very important. I want to know exactly what
Cosme has said.
I want to know now.
Because Antonio Cruz's life is in the balance. You don't care about him.
Well, apparently, nor do you. Don't say that, damn it! Why mustn't I say that?
Because he's my son!
He is what?
He is... what I hoped, my son.
I am Antonio Cruz.
What do you mean?
Talk to me. Come on. Just talk to me.
They wanted me to name names.
Just like Antonio.
I was a writer.
Hollywood's great witch hunt.
But I stood my ground.
I refused to testify.
All I got me was a blacklist.
And a prisoner says, I had a little boy.
I get out of prison.
My son doesn't recognize me.
There's another man he calls father.
I turn my back on my little boy.
I never saw him again.
For 40 years, I've tried to bury the memory of my son.
And I met Antonio.
Please, don't let him die, please.
Believe me, I'm not going to let him die.
All I need are the names of a few violent men.
And then I grant you, quickly, painlessly,
victims, release.
You want to die, don't you?
Anything? Surveillance drive -bys every 15 minutes or so.
I guess we're still wary of establishing a permanent stakeout since you're a
little running with him.
Once we've established Payne's base, we'll coordinate our moves with the
and the FBI.
Robert, I got some bad news.
The state won't give us a CNI file. They say the Chili's human rights record's
improved and they don't think the CNI's involved.
The control did all he could.
He also told me why you're after Payne.
There's no way that fool's going to get away from us.
No way.
Thank you.
Look, maybe if we tail one of these drive -bys... Now, Payne would never
them to return to his location.
Did you know that they're also watching Waldo Jarrow's apartment?
Interesting. Isn't it?
So they're watching his apartment.
They're still watching.
Antonio, cause this apartment.
Why?
Because Antonio didn't break yet.
Precisely. They're leaving their options wide open.
And hoping that one of Antonio's friends will show up.
Well, we'll have to oblige them, won't we?
Come on, let's go. We've got work to do.
Operator, I want to place an international call. Can I do that
Thank you.
The country is Chile. The country code is 56.
The number is 27359.
The professor is back in his apartment.
He found a number in Chile.
The vicaria.
He must know something.
You just granted this man a stay of execution, compadre. You know what to do
with his friend.
Mickey,
I've locked onto them.
It's working.
I'm crossing along 104th Street. They're going south on Broadway.
I'm following in line. Contact the FBI and tell them that Waldo Jarrell has
been kidnapped.
Get out of here!
for getting you out.
You gotta check on Payne.
Tell him you're driving in. Now.
Professor.
Let's go.
Please, it has nothing to do with us.
Let's go!
No.
I'll be back.
Do you know what's going to happen to your friend if you don't talk to me?
Ramon.
Do you want him to die, Antonio?
you want to know.
Good man, Antonio.
Good man.
All right, drop it.
Move.
All right.
Mickey, help him out.
You're the man.
Lend him a hand.
You're Captain McCall's son, aren't you?
I have spent half my life searching for you.
And what you've found is just a tired old man, but with enough will left to
fighting the anarchists.
What I've found is a murderer.
Your father killed himself, McCall.
What are you talking about?
He was a man of honor.
came to my quarters to tell me he was going to press charges the following
We were friends.
I told him this was a different kind of war, but he turned his back on me and
walked away.
I asked him to face me.
I tried to give him a fighting chance, but he assumed that I followed his
Victorian code.
Never really believed I'd pull the trigger.
I know what you are. You're more like me than your father.
Go ahead.
I've lived my life.
You just like him, after all.
Yeah.
You don't have to thank me.
You are a very brave man.
The only person you have to thank is... Mr. Gerald here.
He risked his life for you.
What can I say?
You are like family to me.
Go on, let's get him to the hospital.
Put it in. Here we go. Here we go.
Robert?
Mickey?
It was not a company matter.
Just a simple kidnapping.
Just a simple kidnapping.
I didn't expect that.
No, neither did I.
You making your peace, Robert?
I'm just... doing what my father would have done.
I was afraid to kiss him as a boy, this father like the
winter sun.
But the past lays broken on the stones, its days of iron scattered.
And now I kiss his shaven cheek before the landscape devours father
with its distance.
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