All language subtitles for Mercenary.1996.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Guard] Would you mind
stepping out of the car?

(people chattering)

- [Hound Dog] This is Hound Dog.

Keep those screenings tight but polite.

Watch the handbags for cameras.

- [Guard] Roger that, Hound Dog.

- Professor Majdi.

Jack Cochran, head of
security, Ambler Electronics.

Everything alright?

- Yes, thank you.

- Got people everywhere,
shouldn't be any problems.

- Thank you very much.

Would you excuse me?
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Merger is spelled T-A-K-E-O-V-E-R,

and there's nothing wrong with that.

Kinda the way life works, you know?

SEC is coming on Monday to do the

gee whiz, do we really have to audit.

So by Wednesday, what?

What, what financial improprieties?

That's bullshit, cowardly bullshit.

Look, you tell them that if
they don't stop spreading lies

that I am gonna switch from
hard ball to wrecking ball.

You got that?

Well you can tell them that!

(singing dramatically)

- Oh, my hero.

Don't shoot, I'm unarmed.

- Yes, but still very
dangerous in this dress.

- Don't mind me, not that you would.

Hey, don't you two know marriage
is supposed to put a stop

to that sort of thing?

Perverts.

- [Guard] Yes sir, go right up there

and stop for security clearance.

Come on, bring it up.

(beeping)

- [Shepherd Two] Shepherd
Two here, Hound Dog.

We've got Headmaster inside the loop.

- [Hound Dog] Copy that, Two.

Sitrep on Kingfisher.

- [Woman] Hi, how are you?

- It is an honor to finally
meet you, Professor.

My wife and I are great
admirers of your work.

We love your poems.

- I'm flattered, but I don't write poetry.

I write novels.

You have read my books.

- I have not, but my wife
tells me they are wonderful.

- Aha, so she is the
power behind the throne.

The empress of Ambler Corporation.

- Empress, I like that.

- Oh, I'm sorry, I apologize.

- Don't worry bout it.

My husband takes his shoes very seriously.

When he was a boy, he
had to wear hand-me-downs

from his older brother.

- Yeah, he wore one size too small.

It's no problem, Professor.

Would you care for some more wine?

- [Longbow] Longbow here.

Perimeter looks good, beach is clear.

(beeping)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Presenter] Today, we are
honored by the presence of a man

whose courage is exemplified
just by his being here.

But before our honored guest
speaks, we must thank our hosts

whose charity has made
this event a reality.

Chief executive of Ambler
Electronics Corporation,

Mr. Jonas Ambler and his wife, Joanna.

- Hey, partner.

I'm not going to this party.

I just live on down the road.

(muffled gunshots whizzing)

(audience applauding)

- My good friends, I am
truly happy this evening

to receive the ILA's most generous award.

(audience applauding)

Yet, it's also a sad occasion,

for the forces of primitive
fanaticism have not yet

calmed their souls.

I ask you now, can we keep
silent when all around us

demand that we cry out?

Do stand idly by while
throughout the world

(dramatic orchestral music)

Hatred and prejudice are not created.

They are nurtured--

(dramatic orchestral music)

(gunshots banging)

(screaming)
(gunshots banging)

- [Jonas] Keep your head down.

(speaking in foreign language)

(explosions booming)

(gunshots banging)

Get us out of here!

(speaking in foreign language)

(gunshots banging)

Get up, Joanna.

Come on, come on!

(gunshots banging)

(sirens blaring)

(speaking in foreign language)

(explosion booming)

Joanna.

Joanna.

- [Reporter] This is
a special news report.

World-renowned author Nasir
Majdi was gunned down today

in an apparent terrorist
attack by a previously unknown

extremist Islamic faction.

15 people were killed
and at least two dozen

severely wounded in the
attack that took place

at an awards ceremony--

- My wife, is she?

Could you find out, is she okay?

- [Medic] Sir, I'm sure everything's fine.

Just try to relax.

Breathe deeply into the mask and relax.

- [Jonas] Oh God.

(beeping)

- It's just such a shock.

I don't know, if it was me.

I'm just, how long do you?

Just a second.

Jonas?

Are you in much pain?

- Joanna, how is she?

Please.

She made it, right?

She made it.

- I'm sorry, so sorry.

- No, no.

(crying)

No.

- Yes, yes I understand.

Uh huh, I see.

(knocking)

I'll talk to you later.

- Mr. Ambler, this is
Special Agent Ranklin.

- Mr. Ambler, the senator
wanted me to extend to you

his deepest regrets.

Majdi's killing rattled a
lot of cages in Washington.

And naturally, we're very
sorry to hear about your loss,

but the man that you're looking for

is an international terrorist for hire,

completely out of our jurisdiction.

We can't just pick him up.

- Define can't.

Is this can't as in humanly impossible

or can't as in we just
don't care enough about

individual human lives
to exact retribution?

- We are fully aware of the
seriousness of this crime,

but this particular guy is
completely unapproachable.

- If I've learned anything from business,

it's that no one is
completely unapproachable.

Now you tell me where he is and who he is!

- He's called Phoenix.

He operates somewhere
out of the Middle East.

It's most likely that he was
hired by an extremist faction

to hit Majdi.

Unfortunately, you and your
wife were innocent bystanders.

- I am not a bystander,
Mr. Ranklin, I am a player.

And no one who ever fucked
with me got away with murder.

Am I fucking clear?

- [Ranklin] Please.

Mr. Ambler.

- Mr. Ambler, is there anything I can do?

- No one can do what this
Phoenix does for a living

without making enemies.

Somebody somewhere hates this
guy, perhaps as much as I do.

Let's find that man, shall we?

As it says in the Bible, the
enemy of my enemy is my friend.

- Well, there is somebody
in the community.

Decorated for bravery, real professional.

As good as Phoenix if not better.

In the old days, they played
the game against each other.

Both the best in their field.

Reds had Phoenix, we had Hawk.

Now that the Cold War's
over, everybody's freelance.

(edgy rock music)

- We gonna make a deal, huh?

- Halfback is in the hole.

- Spread 'em.

Come on.

- [Bald Man] Just a pen and a credit card.

- Hello, bag man, you want a drink?

- The girl first.

- The girl, she's a pretty one, ain't she?

Yeah, pretty girl.

Oh, this is gonna hurt you more than me.

(laughing)

Oh yeah.

Oh yeah, medium rare or well done?

(laughing)

I swear I'll burn her, I swear to you.

Gimme that money or I'll burn her.

Good boy.

- Looks like a million.

- One million?

I meant two million.

(laughing)

Now, bag man, you go back to Dad,

and you tell him to send another million.

Then I'll think about lettin'
Little Miss Rich Bitch go.

(laughing)

- Gentlemen, please be professional.

Give me the girl.

- Screw you.

(laughing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(screaming)

- Okay.

Let's go.

(gunshots banging)

(glass shattering)

Come on, let's go.

Get in, let's go.

- 20 grand closer to retirement, yes.

- Get this thing off of me.

Goddamn motherfuckin' ass suckers.

Son of a bitch cocksuckers.

Untie my fuckin' hands.

- Well, Daddy is sure gonna
be glad to have her home.

- Hey, Hawk, how's it goin', buddy?

Shoes are a long story.

- Captain May.

Alan Bailey, chief financial
officer, Ambler Electronics.

- Nice meeting you.

- I'll take you to Mr. Ambler.

- Thank you for coming, Captain.

You know, of course, Jack
Cochran, my head of security

and former NATO colleague
of yours, I'm told.

And my good friend, Alan Bailey.

Alan.

- Captain May, Karl, codename Hawk.

Selected from the elite
French commando Hubert

to become captain in command of Saber,

NATO's special operations team.

1984, Saber removes a
Russian prototype tank

from Kabul, Afghanistan, intact.

1986, Saber destroys the
Cyclops computer network,

Stasi headquarters, East Berlin.

1988, Saber extracts
captured double agent Jupiter

from Dzerzhinsky Square,
Moscow, et cetera, et cetera.

- Wow, very, very impressive.

Very heroic.

Your record is perfect,
Captain, except for one stain.

Beirut, 1989.

Phoenix masterminded the
attack on the NATO barracks.

You were in charge of security.

I understand you retired afterwards.

I want this man Phoenix, Captain hawk.

- I think you'll have
to take a number, sir.

- The number I'm offering
is two million dollars.

- Phoenix is way out in
the ass-end of nowhere.

No man's land, Kurdistan,

surrounded by every ex-Spetsnaz
and Warsaw Pact killer

he can drum up.

- There is one condition, however.

I'll be going with you, and
I will pull the trigger.

- It was a pleasure
meeting you, Mr. Ambler.

- [Jonas] Shall we say
three million dollars?

- It is not a matter of money, Mr. Ambler.

I don't work this way.

- You drive a hard bargain, Hawk.

Four million.

- I don't think you understand.

I'm not a tour guide.

- Captain Hawk, wait.

I've been from one end of
Washington to the other.

I've tried going through channels,

but you mention Phoenix and
it's like saying Dracula.

I won't be able to go on with
my life if I don't do this.

We're not talking business here, Captain.

We're talking about my wife.

She was the best thing in my life.

She married me when I was
poor, when I had nothing,

so you name your price.

Why not?

(groaning)

I'm alright.

- An amateur will get you killed,

and dead people don't collect
the money, Mr. Ambler.

- My physical condition is temporary.

I'm in training.

- I'm not talking about your limp.

I'm talking about your heart.

You see, in my business
emotion is a handicap.

Emotion gets you killed.

Consider this a free
consultation, Mr. Ambler.

- What, are you afraid
of Phoenix, Captain Hawk?

Huh, are you?

Are you a coward?

(electronic dance music)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

- The numbers match, it's the chip.

I'm getting way too old for this stuff.

It is definitely time to retire.

- [Guard] Yes, step right over there.

- [Man] Where do I go with these?

- [Guard] Next person.

(coughing)
- I want you to get some rest.

- What do I keep telling you?

Don't worry about me, Mom.

Let's see, you got about 10
minutes to get to your flight.

You get on home, now, you hop to it.

- Do you have anything to declare, sir?

- Yes, recovered good.

This is the documentation.

- [Hawk] Get some rest, Mac.

- [Guard] Open the case, please.

- Whoa, wait a minute pal.

- Excuse me, sir.

- Hey, hey, look.
- Call security.

- [Guard] Code seven, customs gate 17.

Code seven, customs gate 17.
- Sir, thank you.

Come this way with us, sir.

- [Onlooker] They're takin' him away.

- They found some drugs.
- Drugs in his bag.

- I just don't get it.

A kilo of pure China White.

Why would the Japs do it?

They got their money.

- The Yakuza, they don't
work that way, they don't.

- So what, the buyers?

That doesn't many any sense either.

Nobody would ever do a
job for him again, never.

You should've seen the arraignment.

Judge wanted to burn me at the stake.

Half a million bucks for a bond.

- We'll get it.

- None of us have access
to that kind of bread.

They're gonna give me 10 years.

I won't live to see half of that.

We need a guy who can pull some strings.

- Captain hawk, how
nice of you to come by.

I was sorry to hear about your troubles.

I understand that you and mister--

- McClean.
- McClean are very close.

That you've been in business
together for many years.

I think it's good that partners
take care of each other

through thick and thin.

- Can you get him out?

- Must be devastating, the
prospective loss of a loved one,

but then again you're the
guy with no emotions, right?

So it may not be so terrible for you.

As you have guessed, I do have
some influence in Washington,

but I was hoping you came here

because you reconsidered my offer.

- Possibly.

- Possibly, well I could arrange for bail

and have him released in my custody.

Keep him nice and comfortable
here until we all get back.

- I never operate without
McClean as my control, ever.

- Please don't think me naive.

I realize that once McClean is free

you and he can disappear,

but I am told that you are
an honorable man, Captain.

Do we have a deal?

(singing in foreign language)

- Are you warm enough?

- Yeah.

- Hey guys, turn the heat up, will you?

(singing in foreign language)

- Looks just like Beirut.

Brings back bad memories, doesn't it?

- Almost there, target's
on the other side.

Mountain's called (speaking
in foreign language).

- Mountain of the Sacrifice.

- Yeah.

In ancient times,

the local people performed
human sacrifices.

Welcome to the wild east, gentlemen.

(speaking in foreign language)

This is an exact replica
of Phoenix's business.

We built the mockup
through intelligence specs.

One to one, as you requested.

- Jonas, are you sure you
want to go through with this?

(chicken squawking)

- Gentlemen, this is Santa Magdalena.

Phoenix's main base of
operations is represented here

on the sand table.

150 clicks from our present location there

across these mountains.

Now Magdalena was built
on the remains of an early

sixth century Eastern Orthodox
church which was, in turn,

built over a pagan temple,
the foundations of which

go back to earliest recorded history.

Inside, up to 60 men.

Poles, Hungarians, Russians,
all ex-Spetsnaz special forces.

Latest Soviet gear.

The eastern plateau has a perimeter track

which is motor patrolled by
an army of an Afghan warlord.

The only option is the northern lip,

but you have to take out these
positions before you drop in.

Now--
- Excuse me.

When you say drop in, what
exactly does that mean?

- We'll be parachuting in, Mr. Ambler.

- Parachuting?

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

- What is your problem, Mr. Ambler?

- I get vertigo.

Intense vertigo.

Messy vertigo.

- [Hawk] Now listen, so
what you do is pick up

the hang glider, run up
to the edge, and you dive.

- I dive.

Define dive.

- [Hawk] Watch.

- Holy shit.

- Go.

(imitating chicken)

- Heard that shit, Mister.

I'll go when I'm good and ready.

- Phoenix will die by old age by then.

- Jump, now.

(screaming)

- [Jonas] This is amazing.

- Whatever you do, do not look down.

(retching)

- We could always use
him as a secret weapon.

- We have to change tactic,
this is not working.

- [McClean] The end is fine.

It's the beginning that's wrong.

- [Hawk] This is not a standard operation.

We've got to choose--

- [McClean] Here let
me show you something.

- Hey, are you okay?

- I'm fine.
- Did you take your pill?

- Yes, I took the pill.

You're gettin' into trouble
in that corridor down there.

You're wasting seven or
eight seconds down there.

The end of this is fine.

The timing is right,
everybody is on a button.

But the beginning, down the
corridor, you're wastin' time.

There's sever or eight seconds down there.

There's nothing there, we know
that from the ground work.

Nothing but storage, skip
it, rewrite the scenario.

- Another run.

- Listen, I want to run with you.

- Not yet.

- What do you mean not yet?

It's my goddamn dime, and I want to run.

- Not until you're ready.

- Are you trying to make
me look like a fool?

- You are a fool.

This is not Disneyland.

- Yeah, well fuck you.

I'm warning you, McClean.

Your boy messes with me one more time,

I'm gonna ship you right
back to the big house.

Now you look me right in the eyes.

You tell me, you know I mean business.

- Well, you did it to me once.

I have no reason to believe
you wouldn't do it again.

- Hey, what in the fuck
is that supposed to mean?

Did you hear that?

He thinks--

- Jonas, these guys are lowlife.

What do you care what they think?

They're just tying to intimidate
you to scare you away.

You're doing fine.

(screaming)
(gunshots banging)

- Goddamn son of a bitch!

You moved that bottle there on purpose,

you stinking mercenary.

You think I don't know
what's going on around here?

You're trying to get me to back out,

intimidate me so I'll
call the whole thing off.

Well I got news for you.

I will not be intimidated,
I will not be scared off.

Now turn off the fuckin'
light, and I'll do it again.

Hey, this is not a joke!

This is not a whim!

That fucker killed my wife!

You understand?

My wife.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Okay, let's go.

(whistling)

Go!

(dramatic orchestral music)

- 40 clicks in six hours, double step.

- 40 clicks in six hours, double step.

- 40 clicks, six hour, double step.

- 40 clicks, six hours, double step.

What's a click?

- A kilometer.

- Oh right, I knew that.

- I'd be very happy to call
everything off, Mr. Ambler.

Just say the word.

- Nobody's calling anything off.

- Well either you keep up or
I call the chopper back in.

- Hawk, why don't you
just shut the fuck up

and go do your job?

- [Hawk] Okay.

- You want me to go
help him with his gear?

- No.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(muffled radio chattering)

- [Mercenary] I'm beat.

Bet I fall asleep in five seconds.

- Ambler, Ambler!

- It's me.

- Come on, get down, get down!

- It's okay, it's okay,
it's okay, they've gone.

Listen, I just wanna get
something straight between us.

- What, your conscience is
troubling you, Mr. Ambler?

- You think I planted those
drugs on McClean, don't you?

Don't you?

Well, you're wrong.

When I heard McClean had taken a fall,

I realized you and I
could help each other.

Yeah, right, I took
advantage of an opportunity,

but I did not set him up.

I did not do that.

If I wanna fuck with you,
I'll do it to your face.

I won't go behind your back.

Listen, I don't care if
somebody hates my guts,

but I insist on being
hated for the right reason,

not some bogus notion.

- Ambler, get down!

(muffled gunshots whizzing)

- [Mercenary] Good luck.

- [Jonas] Thanks.

- [Hawk] Get down!

(gunshots banging)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Weapons down.

Arms up.

- What happened?

Captain, what happened?

They knew we were comin'.

Somebody gave us up.

- Ah, Captain May.

No, no I think we've known
each other long enough

for me to call you what
your friends call you.

Hawk.

I thought we'd meet some
day, have a drink maybe,

talk about the old days, yes?

Beirut.

Oh, is it painful?

In my part of the world,
infections can be very dangerous.

(screaming)

- Murdering son of a bitch!

- I remember you.

How is your wife?

I suppose you thought that
attack was ideological.

No, the author was just cover.

Do you understand?

You were the target.

Not Majdi.

You.

I was contracted to kill
you by your underlings

and your chief security officer,
Mr. Bailey and Mr. Cochran.

The same men who called to alert me

that you were coming here tonight.

- [Man] Mr. Cochran, time to wake up, sir.

- Okay, listen up.

This is not good, people, not good at all.

By this time, they should've
hit the extraction point

and called for the bird.

If they'd have pulled this
off, we'd have had panic

on Phoenix nets.

Looks like we got a goddamn SNAFU, boys.

- Someone translate for me, please.

- Situation normal, all fucked up.

(dog growling)

- Think of this as a real
life, how do you say?

- Fun house.
- Ah, fun house.

- Son of a bitch, come back here!

(dog growling)

(speaking in foreign language)

(dog growling)

(crowd shouting)

(clapping)

- Welcome to my playground.

We have to find ways to
amuse ourselves between,

how do you say?

- Gigs!
- Gigs.

- Yes, not bad, eh?

The food, the food is not bad.

The women, the women, yes.

Women not bad, eh?

Better than the outside world.

Ah, the outside world,
nothing to believe in.

So shallow.

Nothing to fight for, huh?

So this is what I thought.

Now that you are here,
we can actually make it

very interesting.

Play for high stakes, life, death.

You fight me.

You win, you get to go free.

You lose, eh.

(crowd shouting)

(edgy rock music)

(flames roaring)

(fleshy squishing)

(crowd cheering)

- [Spectator] Knife!

(gunshots banging)

- I'd like to set you free, Hawk,

but my accountant, he
would be very disappointed.

Have a good night sleep, eh?

I won't execute you until morning.

Take him back to his cell.

- [Prisoner] Get me out of here!

(speaking in foreign language)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(dog growling)

(knocking)

(speaking in foreign language)

(groaning)

(screaming)

(metallic clanging)

(metallic clanging)

(metallic clanging)

(screaming)

(gunshots banging)

(alarm ringing)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(gunshots banging)

(speaking in foreign language)

(dog growling)
- Get me out of here!

Help!

Hawk.

Hawk, get me out of here!

Hurry!

Come back!

(gunshots banging)
(dog growling)

(gunshots banging)

Which way do we go?
- I don't know.

The door.

- [Jonas] It's locked.

- [Hawk] I got it, move.

- Hurry up, come on.

They're coming.

- Get in there.

(explosion booming)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(gunshots banging)

(speaking in foreign language)

(gunshots banging)

Move!

Move!

(dramatic orchestral music)

(speaking in foreign language)

(gunshots banging)

(explosion booming)

(speaking in foreign language)

(gunshots banging)

- Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, I need this.

Here, come on, move on.

(speaking in foreign language)

(gunshots banging)

We're trapped back here.

Oh man, what are we gonna do, Captain?

We are so fucked!

(gunshots banging)

- [Hawk] The window.

- [Jonas] What?

- [Hawk] The window.

- [Jonas] What are you talking about?

- Hold this.

(gunshots banging)

Get down!

(explosion booming)

(screaming)

Jump!

- How high is this?

- Jump!

(gunshots banging)

(flames roaring)

(explosion booming)

(gunshots banging)

- Where we going?

(speaking in foreign language)

(gunshots banging)

Holy shit!

Hawk, get this thing off the ground!

Come on!

(gunshots banging)

(explosion booming)

Go, go, go, get us out of here, hurry!

(gunshots banging)

(speaking in foreign language)

(gunshots banging)

(speaking in foreign language)

(gunshots banging)

- Whoa, heads up, I got a bird in the air.

Just east of the target.

- What do you got?

- I've got a scramble on the Phoenix nets.

- And?

- The Phoenix's second
in command issuing orders

to SAM batteries.

Says his boss is down.

Hawk and the American
businessman have his chopper.

- Yes!

- We made it.

(gunshots banging)

(speaking in foreign language)

(beeping)

- [Hawk] Uh oh.

- What, what is it?

Oh God!

Looks bad.

Getting closer.

We're gonna die!

Oh no!

(explosion booming)

Oh no, no!

- [Hawk] Hold on!

(speaking in foreign language)

- Mr. Cochran, the bird is down.

- Oh God.

(coughing)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Come on, let's go.

Hawk, let's go.

Wake up, come on.

We gotta get out of here.

It's me, gotta get you out of here.

We gotta get out of here.

Come on, come on.

Come on, let's go.

Come on, keep going.

Hurry up.

(explosion booming)

- [Hawk] Come on, let's go.

- You're welcome.

(speaking in foreign language)

- [Hawk] Get down!

Come on.
- No.

- Move.
- I gotta rest.

- [Hawk] Okay.

- [Jonas] Screw you, you son of a fuck.

Ow, fuck, fuck.

- Just got a contact from a mobile unit.

Recon squad at the crash site.

No bodies found.

(laughing)

- Cut into their net.

Tell Mr. Klinge that our dearly departed,

Phoenix's employer, wants to speak to him.

Sit down, McClean.

Trust me.

I planted those drugs in your suitcases,

and I'll plant a bullet into
your brain just as a follow up.

- I don't get it.

- You don't need to get it.

- As a professional courtesy, Mr. Cochran.

- Okay, Bailey here has been
embezzling millions of dollars

from corporate accounts.
- Cochran!

- I, of course, have
been gettin' my share.

When that Ambler insisted on
going ahead with that stupid

merger, he set off a standard
SEC pre-transaction audit,

which would've exposed us,
so we had to get rid of him.

- Shh!

- But very, very subtly without
any further investigation.

An innocent bystander,
victim of a terrorist attack.

Happens every day.

Hell, I even got myself
shot up, made it look real.

- Cochran, you're babbling!

- Calm yourself, Bailey.

Dead men can't jump.

Klinge, Cochran here.

- I am a little busy, Mr. Cochran.

- Now you listen up, Major.

I know you have enough good
reasons to run those two down,

but I'm uppin' the ante.

You bring them both
back to me in body bags,

and I'll double your fees.

(speaking in foreign language)

- I will consider that a
binding commitment, Mr. Cochran.

- Good as gold.

- [Hawk] We get to that mountain,
and we are halfway home.

- Halfway?

Jesus, I don't think I have
any skin left on my feet.

- Let's go.

(speaking in foreign language)

Move.

- What?

- Move.

Stop saying what, move!

Come on, move.

Mister, move, run, run!

(dramatic orchestral music)

(gunshots banging)

Get his shoes.

(speaking in foreign language)

- You used me as bait, didn't you?

- Yes.

- Smart.

(gunshots banging)

- You drive.
- What?

- [Hawk] You drive.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(gunshots banging)

(explosion booming)

(gunshots banging)

(speaking in foreign language)

(explosion booming)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Hold on!

- Hold on, what do you mean hold on?

Hold on to what?

(screaming)

(water splashing)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Desperado money.

- Just in case, it's all yours
if Ambler never makes it out.

- God, oh God!

We're alive.

We made it.

Oh God, we're alive.

These boots are one size too
small just like the old days,

but I'm not complaining.

- [Hawk] Hurry, they'll
be down here any second.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Two on the net, sir.

- Gimme some good news, Major.

- They made it to the mountain.

- Look, I don't pay for
shoddy work, Klinge.

Now you gather up those
satellite Afghan drug runners

you're always bragging about
and send 'em the fuck in there!

- Oh yeah, I know what's
going through your mind now,

Mr. Cochran.

Hawk's on his way back.

My life expectancy is
dropping with the trajectory

of a thrown--

(sharp smacking)

- Don't be messin' with my mind, Mac.

I worked long and hard, and
I deserve some kinda security

in my old age.

I've got kids that I haven't
seen much growin' up.

I got a sunset point comin',

and I don't take care of
myself, no one else will.

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Take off your shoes.

- Why?
- Gimme your shoelaces.

- Why?
- Come on.

(speaking in foreign language)

Take off your shoes and backtrack, okay?

Let's go.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Here they come.

20 yards.

15, I think.

(speaking in foreign language)

10.

Five.

Okay.

(gunshot banging)

(explosions booming)

- Get the gun, get the gear.

Come on, let's go, let's move.

Let's move, come on.

Come on, let's go, come on.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(gunshots banging)

(speaking in foreign language)

- A Walkman, maybe with mustard.

Chewing gum, want some?

What do we do now?

- No place to go, they're all over.

It's the adrenaline rush
that gives you the shakes

after a job.

- Thanks.

- [Hawk] For what?

- For calling yellow-bellied
fear an adrenaline rush.

How many hours till dawn?

- About three.

- They're gonna try to kill
us at first light, right?

- Probably.

- Then maybe we should try crawling out.

- We need a hole in their defenses.

I could punch a hole if I had a silencer.

- What about a noisemaker?

- What?

- I hope this works.

I did get my start as a
TV repairman, you know.

Okay, with this kind of a boost,

it's only gonna last a few seconds.

Ready?

Okay.

One.

Two.

Three.

("La Bamba" by Ritchie Valens)
(gunshots banging)

(speaking in foreign language)

(gunshots banging)

- [Hawk] Get the radio.

(speaking in foreign language)

- [Man] I think Klinge's
dead, Mr. Cochran.

The Russian's say they can't
find his field radio either.

- Now we definitely TAFU situation here.

- Cochran, speak English.

- Things are really fucked up!

Klinge's dead, and our favorite
sons have gotten through

his line, and Klinge's
field radio is missing,

which means they can
home in on our signal.

Which is not necessarily a bad thing.

Bring his doomed ass over here.

- [Jonas] Looks like Phoenix's
men are seeking other

career opportunities, which
means for the first time

in three days I can pee.

- Saber this is Uncle Mac, do you read?

Over.

- Come in, Uncle.

- Startin' to worry about you, Hawk.

Here's the deal.

We have McClean, and you have Ambler.

If Ambler comes out alive,
McClean is buzzard breakfast.

Is that clear enough?

- [Hawk] What do you
expect me to do, Cochran?

- You knife him.

Put a bullet through him.

Just bring me proof.

A finger will do.

Bring me the third
finger on his left hand.

Make sure his wedding band is on it.

You have four hours, copy that?

- Loud and clear.

- Ah, thank God for small favors.

That was good.

I think it's time we pay my
trusted friends a visit, right?

- Oh my God.

I don't believe it.

- I'm really impressed, McClean.

He's actually killed Ambler
to save your sorry ass.

- It's all over, we're in the clear.

Fuck you, Jonas Ambler.

Fucking bastard.

I ran his company, I did all the work,

and what did I get in return?

Virtually nothing, a salary.

He should have made me a
full partner years ago.

Instead the fucker hoarded
it all for himself.

He had the perfect house,
he had the beautiful wife,

he had the Forbes cover spread.

Everybody thought he was
this genius deal maker.

Well guess who made the better deal?

- So, Hawk, you seem pretty relaxed

for a guy who's got no options.

- Cochran.

- And you probably realize
you're not gettin' out of here.

You put your weapon down real slow.

Toss the evidence over here.

- Is it there?

Finish it, Cochran.

- See you in hell, muchacho.

- I wouldn't do that, Mr. Cochran.

I may not be the greatest shot,

but this is a very powerful
rifle, a 7.62 millimeter.

I might miss your heart,

but I'll probably hit
one of your two faces.

- You heard the man, put
your weapon down very slowly.

- I can't do that.

- Just do it now!

- It ain't gonna happen.

You boys don't want me.

You want the accountant.

I'm just a gun on a
payroll, just like you.

Go ahead, take him.

This shouldn't be personal.

This shouldn't be emotional.

- Cochran, you're out
of your fucking mind.

- Shut the fuck up!

Don't do anything stupid.

- [Jonas] Let's take a walk, Alan.

- No.

- Define no.

- Good, this is all making a lot of sense.

Win, win, everybody wins.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(gunshots banging)

- Cover me.
- Gotcha.

(explosion booming)

(gunshots banging)

(electrical buzzing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(fleshy squishing)
(shouting)

- Come on, asshole.

Come at me, you goddamn coward.

- If you stopped to defend your
wife, she'd be alive today.

You ever think of that?

- Shut up!

- I know what you're doin'.

You're just tryin' to slow
me down so big brother

can come here and help
you out, you asswipe.

Shit, I was guy who got your wife killed,

and now you're waitin' for
somebody else to help you

do the job.

- Sone of a bitch!
(fleshy squishing)

Why?

(gunshot banging)
(glass shattering)

- [Woman On Intercom]
Please meet your party

at the information counter
on the lower level.

(coughing)

- Hey Mac, listen if
there's anything I can do.

- Oh hey, I plan to bug you for stock tips

for years to come.

- You call me any time, for anything Mac.

Thanks for everything.

- Hey.

- Well, what was that I saw?

An emotion?

Things are lookin' up.

(Arabian string music)