All language subtitles for The Wild Geese (1978) 1080p BluRay x264-[EN]

♪ Sad are the eyes ♪

♪ Yet no tears, ♪

♪ The flight of the wild geese ♪

♪ Brings a new hope ♪

♪ Rescued from all this... ♪

♪ Old friends ♪

♪ And those newly found, ♪

♪ What chance to make it last? ♪

♪ When there's danger all around ♪

♪ And reason just ups and disappears ♪

♪ Time is running out ♪

♪ So much to be done ♪

♪ Tell me what more... ♪

♪ Tell me what more ♪

♪ What more can we do? ♪

♪ There were promises made ♪

♪ Plans firmly laid ♪

♪ Now madness prevails ♪

♪ And lies fill the air ♪

♪ What more... what more ♪

♪ What more can we do? ♪

♪ What chance to make it last? ♪

♪ What more... ♪

♪ What more can we do? ♪

Colonel Faulkner.

- You're late.
- Sorry.

We thought it better for you to come

into the country without
going through immigration.

Took a bit of doing.

I assume you're keen.

I am. I'm also cold and tired.
Could we move rather rapidly on?

This way, sir.

Colonel Faulkner,

I'm Thomas Balfour.

How do you do?

You'll be meeting Sir Edward Matherson.

Matherson the merchant banker?

That's correct.

Faulkner...

What do I call you? "Sir Edward"?

You do.

You drink whiskey, I take it,
soda or water?

Large and straight, thank you.

Good of you to come at such short notice.

That depends on your definition of good.

A first-class air ticket and an unsigned
cheque for £2,000

are persuasive

I assume that's for my time and my trouble.

And a rather rough meal on the plane.

Would you be good enough to sign?

Thank you.

Another, please.

Please, feel free with my whisky.

I will.

Thanks, I'm dry when I work.

So I've heard.

There's a special clause in my contracts,

that says that my liver is to be
buried separately, with honours.

I'm not a very humourous man.

So I've noticed.

Tell me what happened with your contract
with Julius Limbani.

You know very well what happened.

You didn't pick my name out of a hat.

It was a disastrous failure.

But not my failure. He didn't arrive.

Don't move.

Mr. Limbani, sorry to interrupt your nap.

We are going to divert the plane.
An old friend of your's is waiting for you.

Just sit quietly.

That was two years ago.

I've got your autograph Sir Edward. Why?

- Copper.
- Copper?

Now let's see if I can put
all of the pieces together

just for the exercise.

General Ndofa was the most corrupt
dictator in Africa,

deposing Limbani as head of state.

Do you mind if I cut through all of this?

Uganda agreed

to hold Limbani for them

then they refused to give him back.

They announced that he died of a heart attack,
then they set him free.

The dogs.

Ndofa can't stand the chance possibility of Limbani
reincarnated taking over his country again.

So he's offered some of
our copper concessions

in return for the secret delivery
of Limbani into his hands.

And you want me to intercept him
and deliver him to you.

Correct.

Where do I find him?

He'll be moved across the border and
taken to an army barracks at Zembala.

Now Ndofa will leaves
Gurundi on the same day

and personally execute Limbani
and scatter his ashes.

Any questions?

For the moment, just two.

First when can we confirm the exact
date of arrival of Limbani at Zembala?

7 days in advance

- guaranteed.
- Good.

And two, can you hold General Ndofa
in Gurundi

while I'm grabbing Limbani?

That can be done.

Excellent. That's all for now.

Don't you wish to discuss

your fees and expenses?

Well first of all I have to determine
if the project is feasible.

If it is, I'll send you my account.

I don't discuss fees, I get what I want.

I realise you get paid
for risking your life.

I do hope it's not going to be
too valuable. Goodbye Faulkner.

We shan't be seeing each other again,
it's been a great pleasure.

Here we are.

Here?

This is it?

You're too well known
to stay in a first class hotel.

Now in here is a passport,
driving license

all the usual papers and a 'phone number
where I can always be reached.

You're to deal directly with me.

It's my job to provide you
with everything you need.

I've got some jobs for you immediately.

I want a detailed map of
the area around Zembala,

a scale model of the barracks

plus all the details you can get
me on the garrison strength.

- It will be delivered by hand.
- Good.

Now I want you to find me two men.

First Rafer Janders.
If he's alive, he's here in London.

Rafer Janders...

Fair-haired, cigarette-holder,
wears glasses?

That's the man. This is going to be
a tough assignment.

No Rafer Janders, no contract.

I'll call you about him within an hour.
And the other one?

Shawn Fynn.

Very good looking.

I know the name Shawn Fynn.

I'll do my best but he's a problem.

Find him, same goes for him.

No Shawn, no deal.

Sit down.

Randy, you don't come in here!

We got a problem, Mr. Martinelli.

I'm really sorry.

Go.

Go on. Go on. I'll be out in a minute.

Close the door.

So? Go ahead. What is it?

You should've told me
I was carrying heroin.

I said: "No drugs".

What did you think the delivery was for?
Hershey bars?

I thought it was cash?

I don't push drugs, ever.
It's against my religion.

You're telling me what you do
or don't do for me?

More or less.

Randy, break any two items you like
on this man and throw him out.

If I ever see your face again,

you're dead.

Put your hands on your head.
You, move over with him!

On your head.

Shawn, take it easy,
he's just a snot-nosed kid.

His old man is something very special

- back in the States.
- Have you finished?

Here.

Open it.

Open it!

I poured all the envelopes into one bag,
it's more convenient.

Here I am just starting to work
for you two "beauties".

And I make my first contact.

It was a young girl.

She was alone on a bed,

dying.

And that's when I opened the package.

You boys are pushing bad stuff.

So what I'd like you to do is
each eat half of it.

You're crazy!

She was barely 19.
Now on your knees and eat!

You too.

Oh God. Please...

I hope you've got a big appetite, son.
Because it's all your's.

Please.

Her words exactly.

Now, eat it.

Now do it!

All of it!

Pour it down.

You look like you need
a good stomach pump.

That had strychnine in it.

But still, a little suffering
is good for the soul.

You have another 20 minutes.

Have fun.

Corner of Riverdale and Hampstead.

Emile, why don't we leave
the dishes until later?

Great!

That was pretty good.

What do you mean Emile?

That was one of the best meals
I've ever cooked.

Cold lobster?

I had to unwrap it didn't I? Come here.

You promised me you would
right after dinner.

I haven't had my coffee yet.

You don't drink coffee.

That's true.

Are you ready?

Sure? OK.

- Now when do the school Christmas holidays start?
- 12th December, you know that.

- And when do you go back?
- 9th January,

come on, Dad!

Now isn't that a fantastic coincidence!

You know, this isn't
a bad little wine really.

Why? Dad, please!

OK. This is how it goes.

December 13th you, me and some suitcases,
are jumping on board an airplane.

- Where are we going?
- Wait a minute.

That same plane brings us back on
January 3rd.

Skiing!

- You got it!
- In Switzerland?

The very same!

Oh boy, that's fantastic!

Oh yes...

Just the two of us?

Who else? We'll be staying
in a beautiful little inn.

I'm so excited, I don't know what to do.

Why don't you try screaming?
The neighbours are deaf anyway.

Oh! Not all of the neighbours are deaf.

Allen!

Hey stop it, you're breaking my wallet.

Come on in.

- It's good to see you.
- Good to see you too.

What was all that screaming about?

Emile was expressing mild satisfaction.
Emile, come here. This is Mr. Faulkner.

- This is my son, Emile.
- How are you?

Pleased to meet you, sir.

A by-product of an expensive education.

What a pity they don't export it.

Excuse me, sir.

- I hope to see you later, sir.
- So do I.

What a pleasant child.

I'll tell you about him later.

Now pour me a drink, sit down, let's talk.

It's been 9 years.

Ten, in fact. Where did they all go?

We'll drink to something.

Right?

Let's drink to...

the years that came before the 10.

To the next ten weeks.

What does that mean?

To you, Rafer, my old friend.

OK. To me.

- Disgusting.
- Yes, isn't it?

What do you mean, "the next 10 weeks"?

Come on, Rafer, let's talk.

No, Allen. I'm not available.

I'm trying to go old and grey.

I'm searching to see if I can find my God.

I'm trying to learn how to appreciate life.

And practise the art of inner peace.

Now you believe all that
is a crock of shit.

- I do.
- You're right.

All except the "I'm not available".
I'm not.

Alright, I guess I can understand that.

Well now, tell me, how did you find me?

I asked.

Tell me, how's that 19-year old
French beauty?

That 19 year old beauty is 29
and she lives in Paris.

- She left you?
- Yes.

She's Emile's mother.
She sees him once or twice a year.

I haven't see her since he was two.

He goes to boarding school in Kent.

What would I do with him full-time?

I love him. He's a wonderful boy.

Weekends and holidays are
my greatest moments of my life.

I'm taking him skiing for Christmas.
3 weeks, leaving December 13th.

- December 13th...
- I can't wait.

Anyway, enough about me!

How's Jenny?

She's died.

- 3 years ago.
- How?

Some kind of bone cancer,
in a month she was dead.

- I'm sorry.
- So am I. She was a good woman.

- She was great. Allen...
- The subject is closed.

OK.

What's done is done.

Come on, tell me, how are the kids?

They're alright. Grown up.

Don't see them much any more.

I think they're not too happy with me.

These are beautiful.

Yes, they are, aren't they?

I buy them, sell them...
I'm getting pretty good at it.

They earn about 15,000 a year.

- Julius Limbani is alive.
- I don't care.

Yes, you do.

If there's one African leader
you do care about, it's Julius Limbani.

Now I'm telling you, Allen.
I'm finished with all of that.

I'm getting too old.
By the way, so are you.

You know, apart from
your charming personality

and the fact that you're the
finest planner I've ever known.

What I've always admired about you,
Rafer, is your idealism.

Bollocks.

The money wasn't important to you.

It was the bad guys against the good guys.

And you were never with the bad guys.

Now me, I'd work for anybody,
as long as they paid me.

It's an irradicable flaw in my life.

And that's why you've always
impressed me, Rafer, always.

I'm glad to hear you say that.

Do you know how many times
I've been wrong?

Out there somewhere
singing "Hallelujah!"

fighting and killing for
some goddamn saviour

who as soon as he's got in power
gets to steal his own treasure?

I don't know who the
good guys are any more.

You know Limbani.

You know he's the best there is.

I have a contract to steal Limbani
from General Ndofa.

If I don't do it, he dies.

If I do, well, perhaps he's running
the country again.

I need you, Rafer.

The answer's still no.

Now, we don't start training in
Africa until January 15th.

So I can spare you your holiday
with your child.

There's a very big pay-cheque, tax-free.

It's really been great seeing you again,

don't spoil it.

Alright.

Can you do me a favour?

Alright.

Show me... clear that stuff away.

Show me how you'd get in
and out of this place.

Limbani will be here,
somewhere in that barracks.

- I've got Rafer Janders.
- Good.

You haven't got Shawn Fynn.

What do you mean?

He's either dead by now, or he will be
the second he shows his face in London.

What happened?

It boils down...

He removed two of the family's men
earlier this evening

one of whom happened to be
the nephew of the local godfather.

There's already a contract out on Fynn.
The biggest London's ever seen.

- Get it cancelled.
- Impossible.

Edward Matherson and his banks
have more power than the Mafia.

That's not even a question.

You want Limbani?

Cancel the contract.

What's so special about him?

This afternoon, he was a courier
for a 25 year old hoodlum.

If you'd ever seen him operate,
you'd know what was so special about him.

Also he can fly any plane
you'd care to name

and he's my friend.
I don't have too many left.

He's number 3 on this deal
or there's no deal.

It would be a real moral crisis
for kindly Sir Edward.

He would have to have
me and Rafer killed.

Don't you think?

You get the details of
Shawn's last year over

to my unspeakable hotel
as soon as you can.

Rafer and I are going after him.

Now wait a minute, this isn't
your territory. You stay out.

You're not even meant to be
in this country, remember?

Ask for a doggy bag
after you've paid the bill.

I'll be waiting for you in my room.

Number 23a.

There it is.

Keep driving, keep driving!

- How many is that?
- Five.

With a welcoming committee in each one.
Boy, what efficiency.

- How many are left?
- Four.

Good old Shawn!

Living with nine women in the same year...
possibly at the same time.

Quite a feat but not beyond him...
Heather Courtney...

Baronet Club, Denby Road.

No home address, probably sleeps on
the craps tables. We can but try.

You buy the chips here, Charlie.

OK.

In two stacks.

Thank you very much.

I'm going to get me some chips,
and I'm going to break the bank.

- Heather?
- Black 20.

Heather's at the first
Blackjack table over there.

Oh yes, I can see her now.
How comes you're wearing her breasts?

- What did you say?
- I said she's got Heather's chest!

Hey brother!
How you doing is this table hot?

How are you?

Now you just tell me how much
you got there in genuine money?

What's the limit?

- Twenty.
- Then give us some, Heather, baby!

If you don't behave you'll have to leave.

♪ Ooooooooh! ♪

How do you know my name?

How do we know your name, little Heather?

Don't stop, keep dealing
and listen very carefully.

We need your help.

Where's Shawn Fynn?

Who? I don't know any Shawn Fynn.

Yes, you do.

Hey, I got a genuine Blackjack!

I got a genuine Blackjack,
hotter than a fox!

He's in great trouble,
if you know where he is, tell us.

The Mafia have a contract out on him, if
they get him before us, they'll kill him.

We're down to the last minute.

We are his close friends.

Check with him and tell him that
Rafer Janders and Allen Faulkner are here.

Describe us, and be sure,
and do it now or he's a dead man.

OK, I believe you.
He's right here in this building.

Behind the men's loo, there's a stairway.

Top floor, first room on the left.

Shawn, it's Allen.

Not even a hearty hand-shake
or a "Shawn, my boy,"

- "how are you?"
- Clown.

"Clown"? At least that's a start.

Do you mind telling me
what you're doing here, thank God?

If we live, I'll tell you why. Idiot.

Clown and idiot...
you always were a flatterer.

You never change, do you Shawn?

A whole army out there and
you're still making jokes.

- Let's get out of here.
- Now you're making jokes. Where to?

Don't worry.

Allen, open up.

A car just pulled up at the back door.

- Rafer, what are you doing here?
- Cycling a bike!

- Maniac.
- Everybody's calling me names.

Another car in front.
We'd better do a little praying.

- Somebody's trying to lift this
contract. - What contract?

- Who? Would somebody tell me what's going on?
- Rafer, what are you carrying?

This... and this.

Sort of balances me up.

Mr. Martin, I do appreciate
you coming at such short notice.

It's 4 o'clock in the morning,
I should imagine you would.

And I want to get home to bed
and go to sleep.

What do you want?

I want you to lift
the contract on Shawn Fynn.

He killed my brother's son.

From what I've learned, your brother's
better off without that son.

You tell him that. He's grieving.

He'll get over it. Let's get down to facts.

Now, I control a number of newspapers.

I guarantee you,
the day after Shawn Fynn dies,

you and your family will be
amongst the most written-about

and photographed men in England.

Wrong room.

Frankie!

Get out, the contract's lifted.

I'll be damned!

These gents should've waited 3 minutes.

Let's get out of here,
before the police arrive.

You're right.

- Very gentle, the circles you move in.
- Heather, I'm sorry.

She's the one who told them the wrong room.

Get a doctor.

You know nothing, right?

I will pay you back, I swear.

You run along, love.

It was a pleasure helping you out,
if I still have my teeth.

Thanks. Well thank her, you clowns.

- Thanks, you're a good girl.
- Kiss her and come on.

Isn't he a love?

I don't wish to appear rude, Thomas,
but exactly who the devil is he?

Let's just say he's a military adviser.

Where's he from?

A government department who has as much
interest in Limbani as we...

- Which department?
- And that is all you get to know.

Now he's going to say "yea" or "nay"
to your plan.

His decision is final, so you
might as well start your briefing.

There's no need to be hostile,
Colonel Faulkner.

We'd very much like this to succeed.

So do we. Rafer...

Alright, from the top... we use 50 men.

4 officers, 4 NCO's,
40 enlisted men, 1 medic

and one sergeant major who'll be in
charge of training and discipline.

Who's the fourth officer?

- Mr. Fynn has someone in mind. Pieter...
- Coetzee.

He's a South African.

He served on border security
and knows the bush as good as anyone.

He'll be good, I can guarantee it.

And we're interviewing him
when you proceed to sign.

We'll recruit in London,

group and train in Swaziland.
I assume you can arrange that.

We fly from Swaziland here

and we drop from a Hercules cargo 'plane
that's on a scheduled flight to Rwanda.

You're going to parachute in?

No, we will be free-falling
from 25,000 feet.

You'll be using oxygen?

Could you allow him to pause?

Thanks, Allen.

Oxygen, no.

The cabin will be pressurised and then
de-pressurised 3 minutes before the jump.

Parachutes open at 1,500ft.
They won't hear the plane or see us land.

The plane will continue, re-fuel,
come back, pick us up.

We'll be on the ground for exactly 3 hours.

You're doing beautifully, continue.

There's a plateau, here,
7 miles from Zembala, here.

We drop and split into two groups.
The first group,

led by Allen, will take the army barracks,

which will be 4 miles from
the drop zone here. The second group,

led by Shawn,

will take the airport here,
which is 3 miles from the barracks.

The first group will take Limbani out
and go to the airport.

With proper timing, the plane should

land 10-15 minutes later, and pick us up.

And your plan of the barracks?

These barracks were designed to hold 200 men,
if my information is correct.

It is, I corroborate.

25 of you are going to take
Limbani out from 200 men, how?

While they're asleep.
We'll dispose of the guards,

here... here... here.

Cut the wires, enter here, proceed
to the barracks here, here and here.

With gas masks and cyanide gas canisters,
they really won't know what hit them.

My God, you mean to say
that you intend to kill them all.

Can you think of a better way?

The UN will go mad.

Not if we get Limbani out.

General Ndofa won't say a word,

otherwise he'll have too
much explaining to do

to his own people.
You see he's told them that Limbani is dead.

And our objective is to get Limbani out.

Quite right.

Your plan is approved, gentlemen.

- Well done, Rafer.
- Thank you.

Oh, there's one small change.
We received some updated info this morning.

The operation's been moved forward 3 weeks.

I assume you can handle that.

Excellent. Goodbye gentlemen.

If his back was any straighter
his spine would snap.

Here's the signed contract.

Read it.

"Open-ended check-in account on a Swiss bank.
All expenses for weapons,"

and equipment etc to be itemised.

One third of all wages
to be paid in advance.

Fair enough.

£100,000 for you?

£50,000 for Janders.

£30,000 for each of the other officers.

20,000 for NCO's and the RSM.

£10,000 for the enlisted men.

And one half of all amounts
if the mission fails.

That's absolutely outrageous!

My sentiments exactly.

Sign here.

And here.

Here's your copy.
You can go and scream in the corridor.

Shawn, would you be good enough
to show Mr. Balfour out?

Yes of course.

- I had no idea.
- I know.

There'll be other holidays.

Allen, I'd like your approval
on this equipment request.

Excuse me, would you know
of someone called Sandy Young?

Colonel Faulkner, sir!

How are you, Sandy?

Couldn't be better, sir! Yourself?

Not bad.

I can't say what a pleasure
it is to see you, sir.

It brings back memories
I never thought I'd hidden.

Let me invite you in, sir.

- Is your wife at home?
- Yes, she'll be delighted.

I don't think so.
I think we'd better talk out here.

How's your retirement?

It has its points, sir.

Such as?

The fucking rose bushes are whipping
into shape, sir, and that's about it.

How do you fancy

- whipping 50 men into shape for me?
- You're serious?

I need a sergeant-major
and you're the best.

- I'm not too old?
- What do you think?

Sir, where do I report and when?

- Tea's ready.
- Look who's here, love.

Good afternoon.

Yes, I see.

I hoped I'd never see him again.

That's no way to treat
an old friend, Marjorie.

He's not my friend.

Tea's on the table.

You're not welcome here, Mr. Faulkner.

My apologies, sir.

I understand.

She'll be crying now, won't she?

A good deal of it, but she'll get over it.
She's a lovely girl.

Yes, she is.

Well, you go in...

and call me at this number tonight.

- Sandy.
- Sir.

Excuse me.

Can I get you another one?

- Shawn...
- Shawn Fynn.

How's it going, Pieter?

That's a good question
if you have a few hours.

- What are you doing round here?
- Looking for you.

Yes, sir?

2 of these please.

How did you find me?

Your landlady.

By the way, she asked me to tell you,
you should pack and get out by the morning.

Rent? That's a joke.

I haven't even got the money
to buy you one back.

Why would you be looking for me?

I might have a job for you.

Thanks, I've been in jail once,
I didn't like it.

Thank you.

I now have to prove to you
that crime is only a hobby of mine.

- It's not that kind of job.
- No?

All I want out of life right now
is to get back to South Africa.

I don't know why I came here
in the first place.

One more week and I'll explode.

It's funny you should
talk about explosives.

Because explosives could
very well be a part of this job.

What does that mean?

It's also in Africa.

You must be joking.

You're serious?

£30,000 how's that for serious.

- Right, Tosh.
- Sir.

Come in.

State clearly your name, age, previous
military experience and rank.

Donaldson, sir. Born 1932.
12 years with the paras,

3 tours with you. Rank of Sergeant, sir.

- How have the years treated you?
- Not so good, sir.

I'm a plumber now, it's not my line.

- Married?
- Yes, sir.

- Your wife know you're here?
- No, sir, she'd do her nut.

If I'm accepted, sir,
I'll leave her a note.

Sir, you won't regret it.

I'm as good a man as I was at 20, sir.

Why do you want to come with us?

It's what I do best, sir.

I love it.

Blake, Jesse, Colonel Faulkner, sir.

Age: Within the acceptable range.
Experience: You name it, I've had it.

Financial status: Wipe-out.

Cannot afford a haircut, sir.

Jesse, I'm glad you got my wire.

So am I, sir... it was my breakfast.

How do you feel about working in Africa?

I don't care where it is, sir,
except Switzerland.

Neatness scares the shit out of me.
And since I see Mr. Janders sitting there.

I know we're not going up against
any sweet and kindly group.

Thank you.

So I'm ready, available and hungry.

You're hired.

Colonel, you've made my day. Would it be
possible for you to advance me £20?

The man has hunger.

I have this lady barber who
charges by the inch, sir.

McTaggart, aged 42, sir.

12 years in the Black Watch,
rank of Sergeant.

Undefeated regimental middleweight
champion 6 years running, sir.

What year were you born?

193...

Come on now, Jock.
You can do better than that.

- Yes, sir.
- How old are you?

- 47, sir.
- You look like you could do

with some exercise.

It will take 4 weeks to
get down to fighting weight.

- You've been hit a few times?
- Yes, sir.

A lot of the hitters are
still hearing bells, sir.

I just like to fight,

with weapons or without.

Witty, Arthur. Age: 43. Medical Orderly.

You don't need to go over your
qualifications. How are you?

Good, sir.

- You look fit.
- Thank you, sir.

I spend my time cranking up hospital beds.

Patients lying around the wards,
that sort of thing.

Keeps me fit.

Why do you want to come with us?

Colonel Faulkner,

two years of sorting gall-stones
at St. Vincent's hospital.

have hardened my heart.
And softened more important parts.

I want to reverse the process.

It could be a bloody one.

Aren't they all. I like to keep fit.

Alright, you've got the job.

Thank you, sir.

Do I have time to get a divorce?

36 hours.

Thank you, sir.

I can't wait to see his face!

Well-played, Emile.

- You played a good game?
- I didn't know you were coming!

It's a surprise. What's the score?

We're winning 4-0.
It's just a knockabout at half-time.

But why?

It just has to be.

It's Christmas, we were going to have
3 more weeks together.

I know what I said, but sometimes these
things just can't be helped.

Anyway, you'll be with the Headmaster's
family. It'll be nice.

No it won't, I want to be with you.

- I want to be with you too.
- Then don't go.

Please. It's only business.

I have to go.

I don't even know where,
what it's about, or anything.

One day I'll tell you. That's a promise.

Let's sit down for a bit, have some fun.

Look.

I raided Hamley's.

It's called "Christmas
whenever you want".

Don't really want them now.

I understand.

I'll give them to the headmaster.
He'll give them to you for Christmas.

My mother was here last week
with some Frenchman.

One of the older boys said
she looked like a whore.

I didn't know what that was
so I laughed.

And then someone told me.

Listen.

You listen to me now.

Don't pay any attention to what they say.
'Cos you know and I know

she's the kindest and finest
woman there is.

I want you to remember that.

- I've got to get back to the game.
- I love you.

I love you too.

Company!

Attention!

Some of you know me already.

Those of you who don't

are in for a great big fucking surprise.

Those of you who do

are in for an infinitely more horrible
time than they care to remember.

Any man here steps out of line
and I will kill him stone-dead.

It will not worry me in the slightest.

There are no Queen's Regulations here.

When I say "Jump!", you ask "How high?"

Do I make myself clear?

"I want to hear it
do I make myself clear?!"

Good.

On the command "Right and left turn",
A and B squads turn to the right,

C and D squads turn to the left.

Squads! Right and left turn!

Right! Let's try for our first
heart attack shall we?!

On the command "double march".

You will double in clockwise and anti-
clockwise directions

within the confines of the parade ground.

20 paces at the double,

20 paces at a sprint,
fall flat on your bellies,

get up and do it again
until I tell you to halt.

At the double,

double march!

Come on, move it! Faster than that!

Get up,

you lazy bunch of bastards!

Get up, sir, before I kick your head in.

Move it you dozy lot!

Come on, get up!

Witty you screaming faggot.

Move it before I sew up your arsehole!

The Lord in his infinite wisdom
would never ordain that.

Captain Janders.

Get up and run

or I will string you up by the balls.

Do I make myself understood?

Get up!

I can't, sir.

Get on your feet, you fucking abortion!

I've tried, sir. I'm dead.

Next time you move it,
get out of my sight now.

Come on, move it!
Move it you fucking bastards!

If anyone tried to convince me
I was still alive,

I would hardly believe it.

Me too, I'm as much of a wreck as anyone.

Alright gentlemen,
let's get down to business.

We have a problem to solve.

The camp sentries. Look here.

Pieter.

Look at this.

There's one here, one here and one here.

And all around, open country.

We can't make any noise.

They must be killed
instantly and silently.

And there's no cover for 100 yards?

I'd use a crossbow.

Who do you think you are, William Tell?

The one I have in mind
will kill at 300 yards.

At 120 yards, the bolt goes
straight through a man.

- Where do we find such a thing?
- Somebody I know in Durban.

I use hardwood quarrels,
with vials of cyanide attached.

The quarrel will shatter inside the man,
and if that doesn't kill him instantly,

the cyanide takes effect in less than
one second. So there is no sound.

Get the weapon,

I'll take care of the sentries.

OK. You have it.

Anything else, sir?

No.

Good night then.

Pieter, is something wrong?

In South Africa, we call the blacks
"kaffir", like you call them "niggers".

I don't particularly like them,
but I don't like killing them.

I'm sure you've hunted black terrorists
in your own country.

Those terrorists hunted me.

General Ndofa's army killed
more innocent people in one day.

Than your terrorists did in a year.

Maybe, but that is in Ndofa's
country, not in mine.

Our mission is to save
the life of Julius Limbani

and get him out. He's a special man.

I'm no good at politics.

I don't know Limbani,
or the people that back him or what for.

I only know that I don't like
killing people I've nothing to do with.

Then what the hell
are you doing here, Pieter?

You know why.

This is my ticket home.

My money to buy a farm.

Nothing more.

So I'll be killing for me
and I'll live with it later.

And you'll be killing to impose your ideas
on the future of mankind on others,

whether they're right or wrong.

I wonder how we stack up
against each other morally.

Is that all, sir?

Morals amongst mercenaries...

Who'd thought we'd ever see the day.

We'll have to watch him,

can't afford any risks.

If he's not with us, he's dead.

I know from your records,
you're all perfect.

Don't forget to bend your knees when
you hit, to take the shock out of it

and roll over.

Esposito, what the fuck
are you waiting for?

A push? Go!

Next man, move it.

You have one jump to make,
it better be perfect,

or you get left where you fall. Go!

Very good.

That was Ludicrous, sir.

You're jumping from an airplane,

not a whorehouse window. Do it again.

Sir.

Keep the rhythm up, not too quick.

Get out of the car.

I've got an urgent message
for Colonel Faulkner.

Get in.

Up!

Come in.

Gentlemen, sit down.

We're going in tomorrow night.

You're kidding.

Tomorrow's Christmas.

We'll celebrate on the 26th.

How did this happen?
We were guaranteed a seven day notice.

According to this message,
a crazy old lady relative of Limbani

had a vision that he'd risen from the dead

and it spread through the tribe like...
the mumps.

Made Ndofa very nervous.
He wants to get this thing over with fast.

Now Limbani's being delivered tomorrow night.
We'll be there 4 hours later.

Splendid. The best news I've had
since I threw up my lunch.

Well, be prepared to throw up dinner.

Instead of taking a small bodyguard,
Ndofa's taking the Simbas with him.

That's his own regiment.

And they're good, as we know.

We won't come across them. We'll have
Limbani out before they get close.

If all goes well.

Alright gentlemen, now to business.

Rafer, see that the men make their wills.

Shawn, take the men into town.

They can kiss their money goodbye
if they're not back by 0400.

Drunk, laid and parleyed.

They deserve it. That's all.

Sandy.

Sit down.

I just wanted to have this private
moment with you, old friend,

to thank you.
You're the best of the best.

You've earned your money five times over.

I appreciate that, sir,
but I'm not quite sure what it means.

It means that I'd like you and your wife
to spend your money in good health.

You trying to tell me
I'm not coming along?

Yes.

Sir, with respect, you can stick your money

up your arse.

- Sandy!
- I love what I do.

And believe it or not, I also love those
grubby thick-headed men I trained

you most of all.

I expect to be with them

and with you. Because I'm needed.

And if you want to see a real revolution,
try and stop me.

How about that!

Who are you leaving
your money to, Queenie?

Well, if it's any of your business,

to the dearest, kindest proctologist
in the whole wide world.

What's that?

"Bum-doctor" to you, chubby cheeks.

Come along auntie!

We'll find you a lovely bit of tail.

No thanks, dear.

You enjoy yourselves.

I'll be waiting up for you,
with bandages and penicillin.

Have your bums ready!

I never think about dying.
I've got my death all planned.

Blind drunk, lying on the pavement,
roll off, fracture my skull... out.

I think about it.

- That has no purpose.
- Your children are grown-up.

That's true.

Allen, I want you to do something for me.

If I buy it,
I'd like you to see that my son's alright.

Me?

- I mean you put me into this pit.
- Don't you have any decent friends?

Well, I've just made you his godfather.

Look, if his mother doesn't
take care of him,

I'd like you to take him away from her.

That's absolutely crazy.

You must have an IQ of 2.

When I'm not employed killing perfect
strangers, I'm an out-of-work drunk.

A bit of responsibility would do you good.

I want your hand on it.

You're not going to die, Rafer.

I know it, you know it,

but it's the guy up there who decides.

Well, I'll ask him.

Come on, move it.

Come on, move it up, right down.

What's the hold-up? Come on.

All in, sir.

Service is a bit slow.

For President Limbani.

Yes, sir. He'll need these.

We've got 3 mins left.
We're de-pressurising now. Red light on.

Alright. Get them on their feet,
Sergeant-Major.

On your feet!

I suppose a transfer to the cavalry is
out of the question, Sergeant-Major?

- Check equipment.
- Check your equipment!

- Stations.
- Get in position for the jump.

Jump!

Shawn, how goes it?

Oh fine, fine thanks.
I tell you, Jock, thats it.

My heels are where my balls used to be.

I don't believe it!

2 out of 3 asleep. Pieter?

Take the one who's awake first.
You have 3 minutes for the other 2.

Rafer?

Get inside the fence there. Stay there.

When we've passed, bring your men.

Cut it.

Hello.

Stay right where you are. Don't move.

Not a sound.

We'd like your keys.

Whoever has them, just hand them over.

Esposito, start with him first.

Try the Cuban.

I'll go round the other side.

Mr. Limbani, I'm Faulkner. Just lie there.

Come on Pieter, quickly.

Witty?

- Everybody OK?
- Yes.

Keith, find Captain Janders.

- Tell him to send Lieutenant Fynn to take the airport.
- Sir!

Alright?

Yes, sir.

I've got some lovely pills
from London for your heart.

You just relax now.

Here.

Drink a bit of this, come on.

- That's good.
- How is he?

I live, Mr. Faulkner.

That's the plan, sir.

Pieter, you're responsible for him.

From now on, he never leaves your sight.

Alright, let's go.

Esposito!

Well then, kaffir. On your feet.

Here we go, love.

That's fine.

Up.

Come on.

The keys.

Here you are.

Shawn...

- Come in, Shawn.
- I receive you.

We have it. Go ahead.

Good luck.

ZEMBALA AIRPORT

He's all your's, Jock.

Come on!

Excellent... excellent.

This is Rushton.
Put Charlie 1 into effect immediately.

That's right, immediately.
What's so surprising about that?

Well, route it through any embassy you need.
That's your job, do it.

It'll be difficult, but we'll make it.

Get Mr. Limbani out first

and be careful with him.

Take him to the foot of
the control tower.

Well done, Sandy.

Allen, let's go and see Shawn.

Mister Limbani,
the plane should be here any minute.

Alright, let's move out to the runway.
Follow me at the double, come on.

Put him down there.

Iron Man, Iron Man.
Wild Goose, Wild Goose.

Well done, Shawn. Are they on their way in?

The radio's Russian,
the dials work backwards.

Iron Man, Iron Man.
Wild Goose, Wild Goose. Do you read, over?

"Iron Man", "Wild Goose"... sounds like
a finger up a tin man's backside,

doesn't it?

Wild Goose, this is Iron Man.
I receive you.

God bless us, each and every one. Iron
Man, get yourself in here. We're waiting.

- Well Allen, we're just 12 mins behind schedule.
- Make you feel good?

If Limbani's heart holds out,
I'll feel bloody marvellous.

We've heard the plane, sir.

Iron Man, we hear your engines.

Sounds like you're South-East of us.

I have you in sight.
We're commencing descent.

There it is!

No, no. Don't move.

Right on the money.

Let's hope we've got a couple of
stewardesses on board.

We need three.

£30,000.

Let's go and meet them.

Iron Man, this is Charlie 1.

The message is: Pass them by.

I repeat, Iron Man.

Pass them by.

Christ, those poor bastards.

Charlie 1, message received, wilco.

Iron Man, Iron Man,
what's going on, over?

Get him up.

Get yourselves back here.

Sorry, orders. Good luck to you.

Orders?

Orders? We're stuffed...
who's Charlie 1, Allen?

I'm going to speak to the men.

Men,

we have been double-crossed.

But we will plan a way out of here.

- Jock.
- Sir?

We need more trucks, find them.

I want everybody loaded on
and ready to roll, now.

- And find all the spare ammunition and weapons you can.
- Sir.

I thought we had this in the bag.

There's a man called Matherson

who has a lot to answer for.

Sir Edward Matherson?

- Yes.
- He's Charlie 1?

Yes, Sir Edward Matherson.
He's the money.

What's happened then?

I'm guessing he's made a new deal with Ndofa.
He doesn't need Limbani any more.

He could've done that yesterday
and aborted the mission then?

This way he saves $500,000,
the rest of our money.

I'd like to meet him one day.

Rafer, my friend, one day we will.

Alright Rafer, how do we get out of here?

And where do we go, Allen?

Within hours, we'll have the whole of

Ndofa's army down on
us like a ton of bricks.

You'd prefer to surrender?

I'd rather have Witty treat my haemorrhoids.

Rafer, you have 10 minutes.
You're the planner.

Allen, I've got something to say to you.

I'll give it to you emotionally first,
then rationally.

- This man, Matherson?
- Yes.

He's given us the royal
screwing of all time.

Now my first instinct is to give it
back to him, and worse.

- Me too, but that's for another time.
- Ah!

We came to get Limbani, we've got him,
so we use him.

Show him to his tribe,
they'll think he's been re-incarnated.

They're about ready for a civil war.

Let's start it, maybe we could even win it.

Stop, right there.
Now you listen to me, Rafer.

I've got 50 good men down there.

and their lives are my responsibility.
I'm not going on

a bloody crusade. I don't want to debate
with you Rafer, at least not now.

So just get on with it
and get us out of here!

OK. Now I'll give it to you rationally.

- The North is out of the question.
- Why?

What if we got hold of a ferry to Burundi?

I wouldn't cross that
lake even on a destroyer,

Ndofa's men will pick us off like ducks.

They wouldn't let us into Burundi
anyway, nor Rwanda.

Zambia's too far.

East? 600 miles of jungle,
totally impassable.

That still leaves the South.

Exactly, the south.

Limbani country. I know it well.

There's a dry river
and an old stone bridge.

If we cross that bridge,
we're on our way to Kalima.

What's in Kalima?

Limbani was born there. We can walk it.

- Rafer...
- For God's sakes it's our only

way of accomplishing something
from this whole fucking mess!

50 men in the valley of the shadow, and
he wants to take over an entire country!

There's no bloody place to run to!

So why not stand and fight?

And for the cause. For two causes.

One: Limbani. He's the best there is,
words from your own lips.

And two...

Matherson.

You know Rafer, sometimes
it's almost a pleasure knowing you.

Alright, let's do it.

Let's do it?

I'm in the hands of maniacs.

Have a good trip. Goodbye.

Good.

Call me back when you get confirmation.

Well, here's to General Ndofa.

Difficult bastards to negotiate with,
but it's a good deal.

Cheers.

- Let's hope Ndofa continues to honour it.
- Oh, he will.

He's got brand new finances,
and we've got the mines.

We're back in the copper business.

- They don't build bridges like this anymore.
- It would go off with a hell of a bang.

- We haven't got any stuff.
- Pity.

We haven't got time anyway. Let's go.

Go.

Come on, man.

It won't start.

Well, keep trying.

What's happened?

Got a problem?

- Rafer! Take cover!
- Tosh!

Back the jeep up.

Take cover!

Quick, get out of there.

Jock, get the men across the bridge.

Take cover!

Take cover!

Come on, get out!

Jesus.

Not even Jesus could get through that.

You alright, sir?

They'll be back with more planes
before we can get through that fire.

Well, get moving.

Decoy them away from us.

We'll cross with Limbani lower down.
Meet you at Kalima village.

Alright. Come on men, move out.

- A write-off?
- A complete write-off.

West, Smith and Robertson, sir.

Look after Mr. Limbani.

Can't leave them for the Simbas.

No, we can't. You volunteering?

Suppose I'll do it.

We'll keep going for about another hour.

Then we'll hole up somewhere for a while.

How many men have we got left, Sandy?

Counting the colonel's group,
32 including 6 walking wounded, sir.

That's a hell of a formidable unit.

I wouldn't like to be up against us, sir.

Let's rest here.

That's what's good for him, sir,
if we want to keep him alive.

What happened?

We're going to carry him.

We'll carry on until noon,
then we'll rest.

I'll take him.

You alright? I'll take point.

- Let me carry him.
- No way.

Just hang on, kaffir.

My blood is red, just like your's.
Don't call me kaffir.

Take that hand off my face,

kaffir.

- Where do you come from? Rhodesia?
- South Africa.

South Africa? I knew Jan Smuts a long time.

He was a good man.

I don't get to meet prime ministers.

Now shut up!

Whatever you say.

What do you want?

Just talk.

Talk? You're a politician for sure.

I've not had anyone to
talk to for two years.

Just prison guards.

I entertained myself trying
to provoke them to kill me.

No point trying with me.

Go to sleep man!

"Man"?...

That's an improvement over kaffir.

- What did you do in South Africa?
- I fought black cops.

Who were you fighting against, cops?

If you're asking me if I understand

the politics of my country, the answer's "no".

At least we have an equal opportunity
to neglect our education.

What do blacks do there?

They want to take over my home.

That's all saving your life means to me.

A chance to live my own life,
a free man in the country I love.

That's good enough.

Only one thing to remember about Africa.

Today, freedom is only a word
for a new oppressor.

Black or White, North or South,

if you want to live here,
you've got to think about tomorrow.

- That's Kalima.
- Picturesque.

- Sandy?
- Sir?
- That's Kalima.
- Picturesque.

- Sandy?
- Sir?

Post guards, send a patrol into the village.

- Tosh, come on.
- Sir.

This will do for now.

If your white friends in South Africa

could see you now...

Oh, kaffir,

if you think you can ride me through
the bush like a mule and laugh at me,

you can bloody well crawl.

We've carried you people on our backs
ever since we came to this country.

It's the other way round I believe.

Is it? You need me to save your
miserable black life right now.

I do. And you need me to save your's.

We need each other, white man

and that's the way it should be.
We've got the whole world using us,

setting group against group,
destroying Africa.

For me, "freedom" is just a another label
for the upgrade of slavery

and the final bloodbath is coming,
between blacks and whites,

and then between black and black

when you whites have left
Africa without support.

Man, we have built your countries

and now you are kicking us
out of almost all of them.

You're living on foreign aid,
robbing your own people blind.

You're crying about outside oppression

while killing each other in great big batches.

Now once you have
something better to offer.

You come and see us
in the white South Africa.

We both have something better to offer.

Listen to me. Because the white south
will be next unless they learn.

You're joking. The whites were born
here, we're just as African as you are.

And don't make any mistake.
We're going to stay.

I'm glad to hear that.

You need to join us for a better future.

Join you?

We've got to learn to care for each other

or they'll be nothing left of our Africa
except battlefields.

You have a point there.
But do you have an answer?

I have the will to look for one.

We must forgive you for the past
and you must forgive us for the present.

If we have no future together,
then we have no future.

That's what I believe in,
and that's what I'm going to die for.

You're beginning to sound good to me.

Maybe we need you,
maybe you are just the man.

Alright.

Let's get moving.

Maybe I'm a bloody fool,
but I'm going to take you there.

Let's see if you are lying.

Just hang on tight, bloke.

Heavenly Father, what's going on?

What's going on?

Get out of my village.

You heathens!

You Godless heathens!
Why did you come to my church?

I've got women and children,
waiting to be slaughtered.

Tosh, why those shots?

It was nothing, sir. It was just a pig.

Father Geoghagen... good God...

I thought you were dead... long ago.

Looking at you and your guns... I am.

We need your help.

To kill your brothers?

I hope not.

Always the same,
but I'm glad to see you.

I hate the sight of you.
I want you out of my village.

Let's talk about it over there.

Come on, let's go.

- Witty, over here.
- Get your lovely arses out of here.

Witty's holding the fort!

Stay down!

Come on, my pretties. Show yourselves.

Witty!

Pieter... come here.

Come on my dears! Where are you?

Well look at you, you big bastards.

What a shame we can't be friends.

- Leave him to me.
- You're welcome.

Don't worry. We'll make it.

Come on, Colonel Faulkner.

Leave me, you will go faster.

Oh, no, kaffir.

I have to bring you back.

Don't die.

Please, don't die.

Let's go.

Spread out.

Mr. Limbani.

Please.

You can leave him now Mr. President.
He's dead.

- How do you feel?
- As you would say, Mr. Faulkner,

I'm just hanging on.

Tell me if I'm wrong.

You want my people to rise up and fight.

I'd like your country to be your's, sir.

Yes, so would I. But I think spears
against machine guns was not a plan.

If you started it, there'd be
something to back us up.

It's happened before.

Copper can be powerfully persuasive.

I've been through all of it with him,

and God knows we've got enough
commitment but we have no chance.

I've heard all that before.

I'll tell you now, the Simbas have got
a whole battalion out there.

About an hour ago, there's more following.

What the devil are we doing here then?

Possibly saving a good man
for a better day.

With 30 men? What are we
meant to do, walk out of Africa?

We could probably try running.

Allen, believe me, these people
have got nothing to fight for.

There's nowhere to run.

God in heaven, it's true.
I didn't truly believe the rumour.

We're a little pressed for time, Father.

- You're Faulkner.
- That's right.

Don't call me "Father", you murdering pig.

I have no time to discuss my
finer qualities with you now.

Get those elders to have a look at him.

I'd like to talk to my people

alone.

I believe you want to start
a civil war here, Faulkner.

You'd be responsible for slaughter
and starvation the likes of which

you've never seen.

You'll be up to your eyes in blood...

and you'll die, Faulkner. And all of us.

I'm against you. And God's against you.

And if you'll excuse the blasphemy,
we're both tough sons of bitches.

That sort of talk could get
back to the Vatican, Father.

You shut your mouth!

I will turn these people against you,

in spite of Limbani,
I curse you from every hill.

Alright, that's enough!
The decision's being made in there.

Alright.

I offer you a bargain, Faulkner.

About 3 miles from here,
through the bush.

There's a mine airstrip,
with an old Dakota

just sitting on the side.

You said what?

A Dakota. It's alright, I've flown in it.

And there's nothing between it and us,
but a deserted village.

I'll lead you there myself.

You've still got time to take Limbani
and leave us in peace.

Well, Mr. President.

They say if they fight now, they'll die,

and they know it.

They were willing,

but I can't do that, Mr. Faulkner.

I can't, do you understand?

I told them to bear their spears and wait

and be ready for Limbani's return.

They agreed.

- Without understanding why.
- Alright.

You rest here. We're going to get you out.

- We've got Limbani.
- Praise God.

Praise Limbani. Now show us
where that airplane is.

Shawn, take 4 men, check it out
and let me know.

- We'll be following.
- Alright, Allen.

Sandy, get the men out and ready to move.

We can't take the dead.

Sir! Right, come on, at the double.

You made the right decision, Allen.

Limbani made it, I didn't.

If he can't save his country from here,

the question is, what'll we do
with him once we get him out?

We knows? We may be back
again to do another contract.

You never quit, do you?

If I did, I wouldn't have
a future would I? Also...

don't laugh, but, er...

- that man in there...
- I know, he got to you, right?

Yes.

There you are, boys.

There she is, over there.

Good afternoon.

- Are you gonna fly this thing, or am I?
- What?

Keep going.

We were lucky, Colonel.

Yes, they could be anywhere.
We'll have to go ahead.

Rafer, you're the rear-guard.
Take 3 men, stick close to us.

Jesse, take point and go like hell.

- Sandy, look after Mr. Limbani.
- Yes, sir.

- When there's no-one else about you can call me Allen.
- Yes, sir.

I think we've been spotted,
don't call back and

don't start up until we get there.
I want it quiet. Out.

Father, I think you should get on
your ass and vacate the premises.

You're likely to get
your sainthood shot off.

I'll do that.

Good luck, you Godless murderers.

That's one of the most moving
benedictions I ever heard.

Merry Christmas to you, Father.

What's left of it.

Sandy, there's your killing ground.

Take Tosh and 4 other men
and set up a field of fire.

Rafer & I will go deep around
and take them in the flank.

We're losing light. I wouldn't want
to take this wreck up in the dark.

We could try and find them, sir,
and lead them in.

We don't know where they're coming from.

Derek, you stay with me.
Jock, take the Vickers and set it up this end.

Quincy, help me move this out of here.

Come on, move.

Set it up here.

We're dead.

Esposito, you're not dead until
I tell you you're dead, understand?

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Fire, fire, fire, fire!

Forward!

Keep going!

Let's go!

Hold it! They're our's, too.

Put Mr. Limbani on the 'plane first.
The other 4 will cover.

We have to wait for Sandy and the group.

Rafer, Jock, set up cover on
the edge of the airstrip, move.

- Mr. Limbani alright, Daniel?
- Yes, he is.

Move!

Come on, Allen!

Move your bloody arses!

Hurry up and get on.

- It's moving!
- Stay down! They're getting closer.

Hit them with the bazooka!

Ready!

Let's go!

Get on board, fast. Come on.

Sandy, go!

Cover us halfway. When you hear
the guns, start running, we'll cover you.

We won't wait for you,
we're running out of ammo.

Allen!

Sandy!...
Sandy!

- Leave him, he's dead.
- Yes, sir.

Come on.

Rafer! Come on! Come on!

Come on, Rafer!

Shawn, stop the plane.

I can't, if we don't get off on
the first run, we've had it.

Go!

Rafer, come on!

Hang on, Rafer.

- Hold on.
- Allen!

Allen, shoot me!
For God's sakes, shoot me!

No, I can't! No!

Stop the plane.

Emile!

Where are we heading?

South. Rhodesia.

That's 800 miles, we don't have the fuel.

We better have it,
there's no other place to go.

Shawn... I killed Rafer.

The Simbas would've
chopped him into small pieces.

Allen, go and see how the men are.

There's 13 of us left.

Tell them to jettison everything
that's not nailed down.

Everything! Do it.

Mr. Limbani's getting worse, sir.

It was a very good try, Mr. Faulkner.

It's not over, just hang on.
Don't give up now.

About Mr. Janders...

There was nothing else you could do.

- How's Jock?
- He's dead, sir.

Why? What was it for, sir?

I don't know.

Alright.

We have to get rid of everything on board.

That includes old Jock.
I'll leave it with you, Sergeant.

Yes, sir.

Gennaro, get his legs.

How much fuel do we have left?

Bad... we're on the auxiliary tanks.

Salisbury control,
9 Quebec November X-Ray Alpha

on 6603.

Do you read? Over?

9 Quebec November X-Ray Alpha.

This is Salisbury.
State your destination, over.

Mercenary unit, departing Kalima.
7 wounded on board.

Urgently request permission
to land, Kariba.

If they refuse, keep on talking.

X-Ray Alpha, stand-by.

We're going to need positive proof
that you're on board.

Write this down.

Got a pen?

X-ray Alpha,

this is Salisbury Control, come in.

Allen!

Reading you at strength 4, over.

Permission to land denied.
Do not cross our borders.

For Christ's sakes man, we have wounded
on board, we can sort it out later, over.

I repeat, do not cross our borders.

Our air force has been alerted.

Give that to me.

We would be forced to shoot you down.

Salisbury... X-ray Alpha.

Now you listen to me. Julius Limbani
is on board and he's alive.

Note this down and pass it
to the highest authority

you can find.

Allen, look at the starboard fuel gauge.

Mr. Limbani said there was
a secret meeting in July of 1960

on the now Zambian-Zaire border

concerning federal intervention
in the Congo crisis.

Present at the meeting
were the following:

Julius Limbani...

Brace yourselves,
we've only got one engine.

The man is dead, Mr. Faulkner.

Now only the spirit remains.

November X-ray Alpha, this is Salisbury.
Authorisation to land at Kariba.

We will turn the lights on.

You'll see it just before the lake.
Good luck.

Thank you. Allen...

I heard.

Limbani's dead.

OK, thanks.

Goodbye, bon voyage.

Will there be anything else
this evening, sir?

No, thanks.

Good night, sir.

Yes, what is it, Andrew?

There will be something more tonight,
Sir Edward.

Go ahead and make your move.

That would be mate in two.
I'd like to see you get out of that.

That's for another time.

There are 6 servants in this house.

I saw at least ten. How did you count?

What do you want, Faulkner?

You're a very bad conversationalist!

You'll have to excuse me,
I've had a very tiring evening.

I heard, I was in the drawing room.

I know you're dying to tell me.
How did you get in?

I did a crash course
in how to trip alarms.

You're not very well protected.

And I guess you're dying to know
how I got back to England?

Yes, indeed.

Well, if I went into details,
we'd be here all night.

Let's just say it wasn't easy.

I'm sure it wasn't.

You're a remarkable man, Faulkner.

I have contracts to kill you world-wide.

When I have time I'll grow a moustache
and buy a pair of dark glasses.

In the meantime,

I have my own contract to carry out.

- On me?
- That's why I'm here.

Perhaps we can make an arrangement.

Yes, we can.

You owe me a great deal of money.

Also there are 11 men still alive.

And I haven't even counted
the women and orphans yet.

Let's have a look at your safe.

After you. Very slowly.

I've turned off the alarm already.
Open it.

All the money in the case.

- I see you came prepared.
- Yes.

Dollars, very good.

Very good, thousand dollar bills.

I wager the US treasury
wonders where they went.

Now tell me about the arrangement.

Now.

500,000 dollars.

Half of what I owe you.

I lift all the contracts on your head

and pay the other half in cash,
wherever you choose.

- And I trust you?
- Yes.

And naturally, I don't kill you?

Correct.

Do you know, I had a speech prepared.

I'd been rehearsing it for 3 months.
It was pretty good.

All about betrayal and lost friends.
A sort of passionate requiem.

And naturally, what a filthy
cold-blooded monster you are.

That part was very eloquent.

It even went into the philosophical
implications

of the relationship between
a mercenary and his employer.

You'd have been impressed.

But right now, face to face with you.

I don't want to go through all that.

See, I don't mind taking money from you.

But having you offer
me money for the lives

of all those bodies littering Africa

is actually degrading.

So I turn down your arrangement.

I see...

Well, then I suppose you'd better kill me.

You're a remarkable man too, Sir Edward.

So I suppose I better had.

Now just wait a minute!

Wait...

Can I ask how it went?

No.

I thought so.

Send the ball back, Emile.

Let's talk about your father.