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- May I introduce you to your Master of Ceremonies,

Ronald Sutherby.

- Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Tonight is truly a marvelous occasion for we,

a select, privileged few,

to witness the unveiling of the most precious

and the largest diamond

to come from the continent of Africa.

Larger than the Hope, more spectacular than the Cullinan.

Measured at 526 carats.

It is a great pleasure to present to you,

the Verbig diamond.

And now what better way to mark this festive occasion

than to salute it with a bottle of champ--

- Michael Gold.

American.

Are you here for pleasure or business, Mr. Gold?

- A little of both, you might say.

- What kind of business do you do?

- People management and conduct behavior modification.

- That sounds very interesting and dangerous work.

- Let's put it this way, I'll always have a job.

- Trouble is, are you always able to do the job?

- You wouldn't happen to know

where I could get a good Cuban cigar, would you?

- You Americans, with your sense of humor, it kills me.

- Another time, another place.

- Mind if I sit, Mr. Braun?

- Oh no, no, sit.

It's a free country.

Actually, we have found it. . .

Who are you?

And how do you know me?

- My name is Michael Gold.

I represent a group of concerned citizens

in the United States, sir.

- Oh.

- You're fond of birds.

- Yes, yes, I have an affinity for them.

My daughter works. . .

What a strange approach.

What do you want, young man?

- We want to help you.

- We?

The Americans, you mean?

And how much are they willing to pay?

- You want money?

- Americans always seem to think that people want money.

- There are other things.

- Such as?

- Freedom.

- Ah, freedom.

Your people will keep me locked up for years.

And while they pick my brains, the Star War program grows,

and I will make my contribution to destroy mankind.

No thank you.

I want to build, not destroy.

- You have special talents and abilities, sir.

Your research can't fall into the wrong hands.

- It will not.

It will be all here.

- Exactly, and we want to keep it there.

- Are you acquainted with theoretical physics?

- No, I specialized in recess and girls.

- Ah, very funny.

But you see, I want to stop dreaming

about fire from heaven and melting men.

Lasers.

- In America, you can write your own ticket.

I guarantee it.

- Then I think we can talk.

- I'll take your request back to my employers.

I'm sure they'll say yes.

- Do not be too long, my boy.

- Why?

- Old age.

- I expect your cooperation, Professor.

- So sorry to wake you like this, Mr. Gold.

You look a little nauseous.

- No, I'm fine.

- Fine?

You're in prison, .

The people's court has found you guilty

of crimes against humanity.

- I don't remember a trial.

- You were asleep.

We whispered.

- What charges?

- Treason, espionage.

The death penalty.

- Hanging?

- Execution is at dawn tomorrow.

We will say goodbye then.

Unless.

- Unless what?

- No no, you're not the type.

Forget I mentioned it.

- What's the offer?

- Television.

A live appearance.

You tell the world you're a spy working for America.

- I don't work for America.

- No?

- I work for money.

- In a socialist state.

A present from the King of Belgium, 1907.

- The blade needs sharpening.

- Don't try to be funny to me, Mike.

- I won't snivel in public.

- Neither would I.

- What'd you do to the professor?

- You should only be concerned about tomorrow morning.

Rest well, Mr. Gold.

- Haha, they're going to cut off your head manana.

- Get back!

- A complete and total failure!

You lost Braun.

You don't know where he is, you don't know who got him.

What didn't you do wrong?

- I didn't get killed.

- Hold it.

Just cut the dialogue, Gold.

You got lucky, especially considering that this is

the first assignment you had for this office.

- You told me to contact Braun,

ask him his price to defect and report back.

I did my job.

Pay me and let me get the hell out of here.

- Kiss my ass.

- No!

You didn't tell me who he was or why he was so important!

You people blew this operation from the start!

- Herr Braun is perhaps the world's leading expert

in laser weaponry,

and his presence in the Kavango means that the Soviet Block

is planning some sort of laser mission.

That could tip the balance of power

in the entire African continent.

- Why didn't you tell me this before?

- You still would've fucked it up.

- You and me, anytime.

- That's enough!

- We didn't tell you, Michael, because you're a freelancer.

Freelancers have a nasty habit, changing sides.

- I don't.

- We don't know that.

- He's right.

For all we know, you've already shopped Braun

to the highest bidder.

- That didn't happen!

- Prove it.

- How?

- Bring him back.

- Are you insane?

That's a suicide mission.

I'm a wanted man in Kavango.

They want my head off!

- They've got company.

- Let's say I get him back.

What's in it for me?

I want more than just a boost in my CIA credit rating.

- One million dollars. - Too much.

- Don't second guess me, dammit.

Anybody could have Braun now.

He's got a very dangerous mind.

- We need him under our control or dead.

- I like the old man.

- You like a million dollars better.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah,

and I'd like to be able to sleep nights

without worrying about some terrorist group

shooting airliners out of the sky with lasers.

I'm telling you, I want Braun on a plane to Washington

or I want him on a slab.

- I'll do it.

But not for you.

And not for the money.

- Come on, you're only in it for the money.

- No, the old man wanted to go to America

and I gave him my word that he would.

You're just a government flunkie, Calloway.

I don't know why I expect you to understand.

- Fair enough.

Contact his daughter, Alissa.

She's a doctor of veterinary medicine.

She's in Kuana.

- And she's KGB.

- You know, you guys really know how to win friends

and influence people.

- Let's just see who gets to him first.

- We're approaching the drop zone.

Standby.

Hit it!

- Attention!

You men, what did you just see?

- You fell out of the tree!

- Wrong!

What did you just see?

- Correct.

What is your name?

- Manuel, el Capitan!

- Manuel, I'll remember that name.

Where's your sergeant, Manuel?

- I am the sergeant!

- What will you tell your superiors about all this?

- Nada, el Capitan, nada.

- Good work.

Whose jeep is that?

- Ours, we-- - Whose jeep is that?

- What jeep?

- That's the right answer, mm.

You have potential, Manuel.

You men, take this off the jeep.

Attention!

- What we gonna do without our jeep?

- What jeep, you loco!

- I'll take your best room.

- That'll be the presidential suite, 1,000 kuanjas a night.

Just bill the Cuban government.

- When you are gone, maybe you can make some money.

- You say he was headed towards Luanga?

- Si, comrade Colonel.

- Si, comrade Colonel.

- He is a great fool.

I have a job for you two.

And when it is done,

I shall pluck out Michael Gold's eyes with my fingers!

- Good boy, yes.

You're hungry, huh?

Steven, make sure he gets his 25ccs of penicillin, OK?

- Okay.

- I'll check on him tomorrow.

Oh.

In you go.

- Alms.

Alms.

Alms.

Ms. Braun, I need to talk.

I was the last person to see your father before he vanished.

- Michael Gold.

- At your service.

- Go ahead, call him.

Don't expect him to help you find your father.

- Your photographs don't do you justice.

Meet me tonight at nine, the Nianza restaurant.

And wash your hands first.

- You won't recognize me.

- Yeah, I will.

- I'm not gonna recognize this Gold.

- Yes, you will.

- What if we catch the wrong hombre?

- They're gonna kill him anyway and we get the reward.

You gonna recognize this Gold when you see him.

- An entry, inform the colonel at once.

- Comrade Colonel--

- I want every available man to cover 365 Linpopo Street.

Push on, push on!

Give me outpost one.

- Base to outpost one, come in please.

Colonel, outpost one does not answer my transmissions.

- I will go there myself.

You idiots!

Go to see the professor's apartment!

Move!

Quickly!

Come on, come on!

- One, two, three!

- Get up, get up you idiots!

Come on, come on, get up!

- There he is!

- Move it!

- I just dropped in to say, bon appetit.

- So tell me, why should I trust you?

- I'm someone who wants to help to find your father.

- My father?

I think that my father's dead.

- That's possible.

But I'll find out if you'll help me.

- When I want to flirt, I'll tell you.

- All right.

Alissa, I'm going to find your father.

- That's if they don't kill you first.

- That's my problem.

- Yeah, well it's my problem too if I help you!

- Did he discuss his work with you?

- No.

We talked about birds and music, life.

Never about his work.

- Who would've he discussed his work with?

- Professor Reiss perhaps,

his colleague and his closest friend.

- All right, where do we find this Professor Reiss?

- We?

- We're partners, remember?

- Oh, am I worth 100,000 kuanzas too?

- I never hang price tags on women.

It's much more fun taking them off.

- Some things come off very easily.

- Such as?

- Such as, your head if you don't stick to business.

- Let's go find Professor Reiss, shall we?

- Oh, such a gentleman.

- Such a bitch.

- What happened, professor?

- Professor please, where's my father?

- Broad skeleton.

Look for.

Braun.

- I was right.

My father's dead, just like him.

- I think your father's alive,

and I know just where to look for him.

Come on.

Come on!

Let me guess, just in case you meet a charging rhino?

- No, Barettas are only good for killing men.

- You drive.

- You'll be sorry.

- Look, looks like we got company.

- Get us in range!

- Oh yes, that was brilliant!

Now slow down!

- I never slow down!

- That way!

That way!

- We did not make it.

- Come on, get him, get him!

- Alissa!

- That way, that way.

- This way!

- Oh, this way!

Aye!

- Sergeant?

You are no sergeant.

You are a woman.

- Loco!

I have always been a woman.

- At least I know now.

- Nice shot!

- Thank you.

Nice driving!

- Thanks.

- Where'd you learn to drive like that?

- Long story.

Very long story.

- Well, we got nothing but time.

- Where to?

- We're heading south, towards your father.

Away from this country.

- I don't suppose there's time to change clothes, huh?

- No, they'll have our apartments staked out.

- Let me ask you something.

Do all your dates wind up like this?

- We should reach the border by dawn.

- Just what I thought.

- Like it, professor?

Behold my prize.

You see its beauty?

- Like all of your trophies.

Another monument to bloodshed.

- Not so.

You too are one of my prizes,

and I took you without bloodshed.

- I am sorry to spoil your record.

- Bloodshed has been your life's work as well.

Just more sophisticated.

- I have put that life behind me!

- You can't.

You will do what I tell you!

- If I would not work for the Russians,

what makes you think I would work for you?

- I don't give you other choice.

- I would rather die.

- Die?

Professor, come, I show you something.

So.

Before you kill yourself,

think of this room and your daughter in it.

- What kind of monster are you?

- Pleasant dreams?

- Mm, not really.

- You were asleep for a couple hours.

We're almost there.

- There where?

- The border to Namibia.

Where your father is.

- What makes you so sure?

- Remember what Reiss said before he died?

- Look for a broad skeleton.

- Right.

And just south of here is the most miserable, burning,

parched stretch of god-forsaken desert in the world.

The natives call it Skeleton Coast.

- You take me along to always such fun places.

They're gonna see us coming.

- Yes, and they'll have been warned about us.

- Well, isn't there any other way across?

- Not unless we can not fly.

- What about if we wait until nightfall and then hit 'em?

- The clock's running out there's no time.

You drive.

- We made it!

- Where to now?

- Onoswako, your father talked about it on a map.

- How far is it from here?

- It's about 400 miles, give or take a few.

- Give or take a few?

- Come on. - Glad I wore my heels.

So what's for dinner?

- Sand.

- Actually, you're looking pretty good today.

- You know, your sense of timing is terrible.

- I didn't mean it as a man, doll, I meant it as a meal.

- Oh.

Well, you're too tired to try and kill me anyway.

Can I ask you a personal question?

- Mmm, we'll be dead by morning, sure.

- You carry a gun and you're not afraid to use it.

You can out drive the best of 'em.

- Would you just get to the personal question?

- Who are you and who are you work for?

- I'm Alissa Braun, who do you think I am?

I'm hot, I'm tired, I'm hungry,

and I'm thirsty and I've been walking around

in these high heels all day, I have blisters on my feet!

And quit asking me such stupid questions, all right?

And let me tell you something else, buster.

You're not my idea of a dream date!

Asshole!

- That's Mr. Asshole to you!

- We will head south, so that comrade Eckhardt and his men

can do what they do best.

Remember, whoever brings Michael Gold, gets the reward.

The woman goes to you, Eckhardt.

Regardless.

- It'll be a pleasure, comrade.

- Hello.

Hey hey, my hands are empty.

We come as friends, not foes.

- We're just trying-- - I know who you are.

- How do you know?

- News travels fast, even in the desert.

I hear there's a certain Mr. Eckhardt

and some of his friends who are real anxious to talk to you.

So much so that he's willing to pay a price.

- Well if you know all that,

then you know that we need your help.

- We'll pay you, we'll do anything.

- Hold on there, missy.

I don't fancy having anything do with Mr. Eckhardt.

I do quite well scratching for diamonds out here.

- Well then, you'll help us?

- If you just, help us get to a civilized area.

- We'll sleep on that tonight.

You're quite safe for now.

We'll talk in the morning.

- Michael.

- Hmm?

- Sorry for losing my temper earlier.

- That's all right.

- Where's the miner?

I thought he said that he was gonna help us.

- Maybe he helped you already,

and I just don't know about it.

- Think it's safe?

Hey listen, I'm sorry for being so difficult earlier.

It's just that, I'm scared and I'm worried

about the professor and--

- You mean your father, right?

- Yeah, my father.

Look, I'm trying to apologize.

What do you want me to do?

Get down on my knees?

- That would be nice.

Let's get out of here.

- This is like a nightmare.

- Well, at least we're out of danger now.

Damn it!

Where's the horse?

You wanna give me a hand here?

Help me find the horse.

- Well exactly, how would you like me to do that?

- This is not my day.

- Look at it this way, things could be worse.

At least we're in this together.

- You know, somehow I fail to find that reassuring.

- Do you think he's one of them?

- Sometimes you sure ask stupid questions.

I want you to keep going towards that horizon.

- Yeah, but what about-- - Just go.

- But! - Go.

All right, who do you work for?

I dare you to do that again.

Now, you were about to tell me who you work for.

- Eckhardt, Dieter Eckhardt.

- All right, who is he?

- Very dangerous man.

A hunter, tracker, soldier of fortune.

You name it, he buys, sells, trades.

- Where can I find this Eckhardt?

- He comes from Little Austria.

A place called Swakap.

Ask anyone.

- Hey Gold!

I got the horse!

- I knew our luck was gonna change.

- What are you doing?

- I'm helping you!

- Let's get out of here.

- Feed him and park him around the corner.

- Good day, sir.

- Good day to you.

- Lady. - Well.

- What can I do for you?

- Well, my wife and I were thinking of going on a safari.

- What a splendid idea.

- We were wondering if you could recommend a guide for us.

- Not out of hand, but I will find one.

- Well, what about that guy, that,

um, uh, what was his name, what?

- Eckhardt?

- Yes, yeah! - No, no, no, no, no.

Let me get.

He has retired.

- Oh.

Ugh!

- I'll go tonight and see what I can find

under cover of darkness?

- And until then?

- Hello?

My wife and I have been on the road for some time.

How long would it take you to have a suit pressed?

Yeah, a dress as well.

Three hours?

Could you make that five hours?

Thanks.

- Come in!

The door's open.

Thank you.

- Which room?

Which room?

Tell me!

There's the girl, get her!

- Alissa?

- This is gonna be easy.

- Yes?

- Hi love.

- Where are you?

I've been worried.

- I'm about 20 miles out of town.

Listen, I've got good news about Kalishnakov.

- What about Kalishnakov?

- He's dead.

- You killed him?

- With pleasure.

Why don't you head for Eckhardt's

and I'll meet you back at the hotel after I've cleaned up.

- Yeah, yeah, I'll see you then.

Listen.

- I love you too.

How was I?

- Superb, my dear.

To be killed like you said, with honor,

is indeed a pleasure I shall repay in kind!

- Ah, good morning.

You came to rescue me?

- One dinosaur chasing another, huh?

- I suppose that's why we're here.

- The diamond and my skill

have brought us all together, yes.

- I did my homework

on your blueprint of the laser weapon system.

- Ah, my compliments on our detective ability.

- They brought me where I am today.

- You see, with the Verbig diamond and my laser,

I can create a nuclear weapon.

The combination of the two makes my knowledge invaluable

to the one who controls its forces.

- Dieter Eckhardt?

- I'm not sure.

But whoever uses it can start--

- World War III.

- Mr. Gold.

At last we meet.

- I'd love to shake hands.

- I've been studying you during the last few days.

You'll be fun to play with.

- You better do better than your boys in the desert.

- I promise.

I think you know my partner, don't you?

- I heard you were dead.

- You trusted a woman.

You fool.

- My dear professor, I'm sad,

but I must inform you that your most lovely daughter

is now in our hands.

This makes your continued cooperation essential!

Take the girl to the mine and close up shop.

I'll join you later.

- And leave you with Braun and the diamonds?

- Distrust is very dangerous thing in a partnership.

Take it.

- Goodbye Michael.

- We have a tradition, Mr. Gold.

I never kill an intruder

before giving him a sporting chance.

I knew you could appreciate this room.

- I'd prefer not being added to your list of trophies.

- People and their vices.

The need for power.

- By people and power, you mean slaves.

- Oh my friend, you have always the right answer.

I know exactly what you are thinking.

You want me to stop risking that girl, right?

- I intend to kill you and rescue the professor

and the girl.

- Ah.

- Professor!

- Huh?

Ah!

Oh!

- Do you know where the mine is?

- I think so.

- Come on!

- Roberta, you must not be doing this!

We must help the Yankee or we all will be killed!

- Manuel.

I have a plan.

- You two, come with me.

Move, move, move!

- Hey!

Hey!

Have you planted the dynamite in the mine?

- As you ordered.

- Good.

- Now, gather the slaves, put them in the mine,

seal it off for good.

We're leaving soon.

- Diamonds are a girl's best friend, I'm told.

- Not this girl.

- I suppose your friend is Michael Gold.

- I suppose.

- It's time to make new friends.

Since he's been dead for almost an hour.

I like deadly women.

I like breaking them.

- What does it mean?

- They said they were closing up shop.

- And killing the witnesses.

- I think so.

Professor!

- They have my daughter down there.

- That is no way for a woman to act.

I will take care of you.

- Quick, Manuel, quickly!

- You bitch!

- Come on!

Got to get out of here!

- Yee-haw!

- You idiot.

- Your sense of timing is impeccable.

It's just one of the many things I like about you.

- I've got something else you're gonna like.

I'll take care of our little Russian friend here.

- Ah!

- I can't be beaten by a woman!

- Come on, come on, come on!

- Roberta, you must not be doing this.

- Kalishnakov!

- Well, here as you say, Mexican standoff, huh.

- Shoot him, Gold!

Kill him!

- You Americans.

Like in the movies.

You kill me with your stupid--

- I knew you could do it!

- You did?

- Didn't you?

- I never really gave it much thought.

- You mean you risked hitting me!

- Professor, where are you going?

- The Africans saved my daughter, is in the shack.

Where is the shack.

You go secure the vehicle.

I'll take care of your daughter.

- Secure the vehicle.

- Oh, it was nothing.

- Wait, wait, you are pointing that the wrong way!

- Who are you?

- Have you been out in the sun too long, my boy?

You know who I am.

- No, no, no, not you.

The two behind you.

- Oh, they are my two amigos.

They have stole our vehicle, and they almost ran me over,

but where is my daughter?

- I thought she was your daughter?

- That is not my liebchen.

I've never seen her before in my life.

- Let's just say I'm your guardian angel,

sent to look after you.

- Prentiss sent you?

That dirty, no good, son of a.

And who are you guys?

- This is Michael Gold.

- Si, Michael Gold.

- I am Michael Gold.

- Oh. - So.

- How do you do, Michael Gold.

- I was the agency's insurance policy.

- Okay, but I owe you one.

- Gold!

- Let's get out of here.

- Liebchen, my little liebchen!

My little liebchen!

- Papa!

- Well it appears you pulled it off, Gold.

- Well done Zephyr.

- Zephyr?

- You two haven't been formerly introduced then.

- Oh no, we've met,

but we're only now getting to know each other.

When do I get paid?

- When do we get paid?

- Well, the good news is

that the money's been deposited as usual.

The bad news is that both of you have to split it.

- We are in a hurry to talk to the professor.

You can organize yourself some transport, can't you?

- First Michael, I want to thank you

for all that you have done.

- A pleasure, sir.

I shall see you again.

- What about Prentiss and the other fellow?

- I think they can find their own transport.

- Come liebchen.

- Well?

- Well what?

- Do you have the diamond?

- That depends on who's asking.

- Well, whoever has it

will have a strong bargaining position.

- I got it.

- But who's the rightful owner?

- You're looking at him.