All language subtitles for The.Wild.Geese.1978.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG

♪ 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'd better if your visit to this
country wasn’t recorded by immigration.

Took a bit of doing.

I assume you're keen?

I am. I'm also cold and tired.
So could we move rather rapidly along?

Colonel Faulkner.

This way, sir.

Colonel Faulkner,

I'm Thomas Balfour.

How do you do?

You gonna meet Sir Edward Matherson.

Matherson, as in merchant banking?

That's correct.

Faulkner.

What do I call you? "Sir Edward"?

You do.

You drink whisky, I believe? Soda or water?

Large and straight, thank you.

It's good of you to come at such short notice.

Depends on your definition of good.

A first-class air ticket and an unsigned check
for £ 2,000 are pretty fair persuasive.

I assume that's for my time and my trouble
and a rather rush meal on the plane.

Would you be good enough to sign it now?

Thank you.

Another.

Please, feel free with my whisky.

I will.

Thank you. I'm dry when I work.

Yes, 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 humorous man.

I've noticed.

Now, explain to 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.

It wasn't my failure. He didn't arrive.

Don't move!

Mr. Limbani, I'm sorry to interrupt your nap.

We are going to divert the plane. An old
friend of yours is waiting to see 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 him

and then refused to give him back.

They announced that he died of a heart attack,
and then threatened Ndofa that they'd set him free.

The dogs.

Ndofa can't stand the 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's been moved across the border and
taken to an army barracks at Zembala.

Now Ndofa will leave 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 before. That's guaranteed.
- Good.

And two, can you hold General Ndofa in Gurundi
while I'm grabbing Limbani?

That can be arranged.

Excellent. That's all for now.

Don't you wish to discuss your fees and expenses?

Well, first of all I'll have to find out
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 you don't consider it too valuable.

Goodbye, Faulkner.

We shan't be seeing each other again.
A great pleasure for both of us, I'm sure.

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 licence,

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,

plus 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 somewhere 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.

You better find him.
The same goes for him: No Shawn, no deal.

Sit down.

Randy, you don't come in here!

He's got a problem, Mr. Martinelli.

I'm sorry as hell.

Go. 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 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!

Okay, 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, son.

Open it.

Open it!

I poured all the envelopes into one bag,
just for convenience.

Now, here I am just starting to work
for you two "beauties".

And I made 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! God, please...

I hope you've a big appetite, son,
because it's all yours.

Please!

Her words exactly.

Now, eat.

Now, do it! Do it!

All of it!

Pour it down!

Don't bother praying for a stomach pump.

That had strychnine in it.

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

You may last 20 minutes.

Have fun.

Corner of Riverdale and Hampstead.

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

Great!

That was a pretty good meal.

What do you mean, "pretty good"?

- 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 to tell me right after dinner.

I haven't had my coffee yet.

You don't drink coffee.

Ah, true.

Are you ready?

Sure? Okay.

Now when do you get home from school
for your Christmas holidays?

December the 12th, you know that.

Ah, but when do you go back?

January the 9th.

Come on, Dad!

Now isn't that a fantastic coincidence!

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

Why? Dad, please!

All right. This is how it goes.

On December the 13th you and I and a couple
of suitcases are jumping on board of an aeroplane.

- Where are we going?
- Wait a second.

That same plane will bring us back on January the 3rd.

Skiing!

- You've got it!
- Switzerland!

The very same!

Oh boy, that's fantastic!

Yes, it is.

Just the two of us?

Who else? And we're going to stay
in a beautiful little inn.

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

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

Oh, I don't think all the neighbours are deaf.

Allen!

Hey, stop it, you're breaking my wallet.

Come on in.

- God, it's good to see you.
- Good to see you, too.

What was all that screaming about?

That was Emile expressing mild satisfaction.
Emile, come here. I want you to meet Mr. Faulkner.

- Allen, my son Emile.
- How are you?

Pleased to meet you, sir.

The "sir" is a by-product of an
expensive English education.

What a pity they don't export it.

Excuse me, sir.

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

What a splendid child.

I'll tell you about him later.

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

It's been 9 years.

Ten, actually. Where they're all gone?

Well, to hell with it. We'll drink to something. Right?

Let's... Let's drink to...

to the years before the 10th.

To the next ten weeks.

What does that mean?

To you, Rafer, old friend.

Okay, to me.

- Disgusting.
- Yes, isn't it?

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

Come on, Rafer, just let's talk.

No, Allen, I'm not available.

I'm trying to go old gracely.

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

trying to learn how to appreciate life,

and practise the art of inner peace.

Now, you believe all that's a crock of shit.

- I do.
- You're right.

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

All right, I got that from the top.

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 now 29 and living in Paris.

- She left you?
- Yes. She's Emile's mother.

She sees him once or twice a year.
I haven't seen 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 the
greatest moments in my life.

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

- December the 13th.
- God, I can't wait.

Anyway, enough about me!

Tell me, how's Jenny?

- She... She died, 3 years ago.
- How?

Some kind of bone cancer. Took a month, that's all.

- I'm sorry.
- So am I. Fine woman.

- Yes, she was great woman. Look, Allen...
- I accept it.

Okay.

Done is done.

Come on, tell me, how are the kids?

They're all right. They're grown up.

Don't see them much any more.

I think they're not too happy about me.

These are beautiful.

Yes, they are, aren't they?

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

I 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. And by the way, so are you.

You know, apart from your sparkling 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 had never worked for the bad guys.

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

It's an ineradicable flaw in my character.

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

Well, 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 god-damn saviour

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

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

You know Limbani.

You know he's the best there is.

Now, I've a contract to steal Limbani from General Ndofa.

If I don't, he dies.

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

I need you to plan it.

The answer's still no.

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

So I can spare you your holiday with your child.

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

Allen, it's really been great seeing you again.

But don't spoil it.

All right.

Can you do me a favour?

All right.

Show me... clear that stuff away.

Show me how I get in and out of this place.

Limbani will be here, somewhere in that cell block.

- 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 somewhere in London.

All right, what happened?

Boiled down,

he removed two of the family's
men earlier this evening,

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

They've already got out a contract on Fynn,
the biggest London's ever seen.

- Well, get it lifted.
- That is impossible.

Come on. Who's got the biggest guts? Edward
Matherson and all those banks or the local Mafia?

Well, that's not even a question.

You want Limbani?

Get that contract lifted.

What's so special about him?

Look, this afternoon he was working
as a courier for a 25 year old hoodlum.

If you'd ever seen him operating in the field,
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 no. 3 in this deal or there's no deal.

What a moral crisis that would represent
to kindly Sir Edward?

He'd have to have Rafer and me killed, wouldn't he?

So you get the details of Shawn's past 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 supposed to be in this country, remember?

Ask your friend 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 at each one.
Boy, what efficiency.

- How many we've left?
- Four.

Good old Shawn.

Living with nine women in the one
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. Well, we gonna try.

You buy the chips here, Charlie.

Very well.

Let's do it.

Thank you very much.

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

- Heather?
- Black 20.

Heather's at the first Blackjack table over there.

Oh, so she is, so she is.
Now how come you're wearing her chest?

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

Hey there, 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.
- Well, then you give 'em to us, Heather, honey!

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

How do you know my name?

How do I know your name, Heather, honey?

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

We need your help. We need it very badly.

Where's Shawn Fynn?

Who? I don't know any Shawn Fynn.

Yes, you do.

Hey, look at that, 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 has a contract out on him.
If they get to him before we do, they'll kill him.

We're talking about a matter of minutes.

We are his close friends.

Check with him on the phone and tell him
it's Rafer Janders and Allen Faulkner.

Describe us, so he'll be sure, and do it now.
If not he's a dead man.

Okay, 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.

Allen!

What? Not even a hearty hand-shake or a
"Shawn, my boy, how are you?" Nothing?

Clown.

"Clown", well, at least that's a start.

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

If we live, I'll tell you about it. Idiot.

Clown and idiot. You always were a flatterer.

You never change, do you Shawn?

There's a whole army looking for you
and you're still making jokes.

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

Don't worry.

Allen, open up.

- A car just pulled up to the back door.
- Ah.

- Rafer, what are you doing here?
- Cycling a bicycle.

- Maniac.
- Oh, is that smashing. 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 mind tell me what's going on?
- Rafer, what you carrying?

I'm 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 would imagine you would.

And I wanna 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. Now let's get down to facts.

Now, I control a number of newspapers.

I guarantee you, the day after Shawn Fynn's death

you and your family will be among the most
written-about and photographed men in England.

The wrong room.

Frankie! Frankie!

Get out, the contract's lifted!

I'll be damned!

These gentlemen should've waited 3 minutes.

All right, let's get out of here.
The last thing we need is the police.

- What are we waiting for.
- Come on!

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

Shawn!

Yes, I know. She's the one who told them the wrong room.
You get her to a doctor! And with slight urgency.

You know nothing, right?

I'll make it up to you, I swear!

You run along, love.

It was a pleasure having you served,
if I still have my teeth.

Thanks. Well, thank her, you clowns!

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

Isn't he a love?

I don't want to appear rude, dear 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 government department?
- ...and that is all you get to know.

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

and his decision is final.
So why don't you just start your briefing.

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

We'd very much like this to succeed.

So do we. Rafer?

All right, from the top.

We use 50 men. 4 officers, 4 NCO's, 40 enlisted men, 1 medic,

and 1 sergeant major who'll be in
charge of training and discipline.

Who's the fourth officer?

- Mr. Fynn has someone in mind. Pieter something.
- Coetzee. He's a South African.

He served there for the security police on the border
for years and knows the bush better as anyone.

He'll be good, I can guarantee it.

And we're interviewing him when you've approved the plan.

We'll recruit in London, group and train in Swaziland.
I assume you can arrange that.

We fly from Swaziland here,

where we drop from a Hercules cargo plane
which is on a scheduled flight to Rwanda.

You'll be parachuting in?

No, actually we're going to free-fall before dawn
from 25,000 feet. The parachute...

You'll be using oxygen?

Would you allow him to pause?

Thank you, Allen.

Oxygen, no.

The cabin will be pressurised and being
de-pressurised 3 mins before the fall.

The 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.

I've paused.

You're doing beautifully. Continue.

There's a plateau, here, 7 miles from Zembala.
Nobody will hear us.

We drop and split into two groups.

The first group, which would be Allen's,
will take the army barracks,

which is 4 miles from the drop zone here.
The second group, which is Shawn's,

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

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

With proper timing, the plane should land
10-15 minutes later and pick us all up.

I've paused again.

What's your plan for the barracks?

Well...

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

It is, I collected them.

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

While they'll be asleep.

We'll dispose the guards here, here and 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's got too much explaining to do
to his own people.

You see, he told them that Limbani was dead, remember?

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 information this morning.

The operation's been moved forward 3 weeks.

I assume you can handle that.

- Yes.
- Excellent. Good day, gentlemen.

If his back were any straighter, his spine would snap.

Here's the signed contract.

- Read it.
- Oh, yes.

"Open-ended check-in account on a Swiss bank.

"All expenses for weapons, equipment etc. to be itemised."
That's all right.

Yes. "One third of all wages to be paid in advance."

All right, fair enough.

£ 100,000 for you?

"50,000 for Janders,

"30,000 for each of the other officers,

"20,000 for each of the NCO's and the RSM,

"10,000 for each of the enlisted men.

"And one half of these amounts if the mission fails."
That's absolutely outrageous!

My sentiments exactly.

You, uh, sign here.

And here.

Well, here's your contract.
You can go and scream in the corridor.

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

Yes, of course.

- Rafer, I had no idea.
- I know.

There'll be other holidays.

Allen, I'd like your approval on some
weaponries and suppliety.

Excuse me, wouldn't you happen to know,
if Sandy Young is around here, would you?

Colonel Faulkner!

How are you, Sandy?

Couldn't be better, sir! Yourself?

Not bad.

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

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

Lovely afternoon. Let me invite you inside.

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

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

Tell me, how's your retirement getting?

It has its points, sir.

Such as?

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

How'd you like to whip 50 men into shape for me?

Are you serious, sir?

That's why I'm here. I need a sergeant-major,
and you're the best I've ever known.

- Not too old?
- What do you think?

Sir, where do I report and when?

- Sandy, tea.
- 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, Mr. Faulkner.

My apologies, sir.

I understand.

There'll be some crying now, won't there?

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

Yes, she is.

Well, so you go in and...

call me at this number tonight.

Sir.

Goodbye, sir.

Excuse me.

Can I buy you another one?

- Shawn.
- Shawn Fynn.

How are you, Pieter?

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

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

Yes, sir?

Two of these, please.

How did you find me?

Your landlady.

By the way, she asked me to tell you, if you don't pay
the rent you could 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.

- Your change, sir.
- That's not what it is. Thank you.

I now have to prove to you that crime is
only a hobby with me?

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

Look, all I want out of life right now
is to get back to South Africa.

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

One more week here and I'll explode.

It's funny you should talk about exploding, because

explosives could very well be a part of this job.

What does that mean?

It's also in Africa.

You must be joking.

Are you 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!

- Welcome back, Tosh. How have the years been treating you?
- Not so good, sir.

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

- You're married?
- Yes, sir.

- Your wife know you're here?
- No, sir. If she did, she'd going nut, sir.

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

Sir, you won't regret it.

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

Why do you want to come with us?

It's the job I do best, sir.

I love it.

Link, Jesse, Colonel Faulkner, sir.

Age: within the acceptable range.
Experience: you name it, I've had it.

Financial status: wiped out.

Cannot afford a haircut, sir.

Jesse, I'm glad you got my wire.

So am I, sir. It was my breakfast.

How'd 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 over there,

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

Thank you, Jesse.

Yes, sir. So I'm ready and 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, age 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 know better than that.

- Yes, sir.
- How old are you? No rubbish.

47, sir.

You look as if you could do with some exercise.

It will take 4 weeks to gain back the fighting weight, sir.

- Did 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, sir. Age: 43. Medical Orderly.

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

Fine, sir.

- You look fit.
- Thank you, sir.

I put a lot into cranking up hospital beds,

patients lying around the wards, that sort of thing.

Keeps me in shape, sir.

Why do you want to fight with us again?

Colonel Faulkner,

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

has hardened my heart
and softened more important parts,

so I want to reverse the process.

It could be a bloody one.

Aren't they all. I like to keep busy, sir.

All right, you've got the job.

Thank you, sir.

Do I have time to get a divorce?

36 hours.

Lovely, sir.

I can't wait to see his face.

Well played, Emile!

- How's the good play?
- The game? I didn't know you were coming today.

Well, I thought I would surprise you. 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.

- You know, 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.

Well, one day I'll tell you. That's a promise.

Let's sit down here, have some fun.

Look.

I raided Hamley's.
It's called "Christmas whenever you want".

I don't really want them now.

I understand.

I'll give them to the headmaster.
He'll give them to you at 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.

Now listen.

You listen to me now.

You don't pay any attention to what they say.

'Cause you know and I know, she's the
kindest and finest woman there is.

And I want you to remember that.

Emile!

- I've to go 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.

And those of you who do can expect 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!

And when I say "Jump!", you ask "How high?"

Do I make myself clear?

- I wanna hear it! Do I make myself clear?
- Sir!

Right.

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

C and D squads turn to the left.

Squads! Right and left turn!

All right!

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

On the command "double march"

you will double in a clockwise and anti-clockwise direction
within the confines of the parade ground.

20 paces at the double,

20 paces at a sprint and 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, old ladies, you lazy bunch of bastards!

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

Move it, you dozy lot!

Come on, get up here! Get up!

Witty, you screaming faggot,

move it before I sew up your arsehole!

God in his infinite wisdom would never ordain that.

Captain Janders, sir,

if you do not get up and run

I will personally string you up by the balls!

- Do I make myself understood?
- Sir!

Get up.

I can't, sir.

On your feet, you fucking abortion!

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

Jesus!

Next time you move it! Get out of my sight now!

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

If anyone tries to convince me that I'm still alive,

I'd hardly believe it.

Yeah.

I'm just as much of a wreck as anyone.

All right, gentlemen, let's get down to business.

There's one problem to solve.

The sentries of the barracks. Come on over.

Pieter, look here.

One sentry there, one there, one there.

All together a clear killing round.

And we cannot afford to make one sound.

They have to be killed instantly and silently.

And there's no cover for 100 yards?

No.

I'd use a crossbow.

Who do you think you are, William Tell?

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

And at 120 yards, the bolt goes straight through a man.

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

I'd 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 will take effect in less than
a second. So there is no sound.

Allen, you get me that bow and

I'll do the sentries.

All right, you have it.

Is there anything else for me, sir?

Not now.

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.

No, those terrorists were hunting 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 of here. He's a special man.

I'm no good in politics.

I don't know Limbani or the people
who 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?

Why, you know that.

It is my ticket home.

My money to buy a farm.

Nothing else.

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

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

whether you're right or wrong.

I wonder how we stack up against each other morally.

Now, is that all, sir?

Morals amongst mercenaries.

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

We'll have to watch him.

We can't afford any risks.

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

I know from your records, you all are perfect.

And don't forget to bend your knees when you hit.
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've got one parachute jump to make,
and it'd better be perfect,

or you get left where you fall.

Go!

Very good!

Go!

That was ludicrous, sir.

You're jumping from an aeroplane, not a whorehouse window.

Do it again.

Sir!

All right, keep the rhythm up. Not too fast.

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, sir.

Tomorrow's Christmas.

We'll celebrate on the 26th.

How did that happen, sir?
They guaranteed a seven day notice.

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

has 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 fast.

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

Yeah, splendid. Get him early. It's the best
news I've had since I threw up my lunch.

Well, be prepared to throw up your dinner.

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

That's his own regiment.

And they're good, as we know.

We can't come across them anyway.
So we'll have Limbani out before they get close.

If all goes well.

All right, gentlemen, now to business. Rafer?

- Sir?
- See that the men make their wills.

Shawn, arrange transportation for the men to go into town.

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

Drunk, laid and parleyed.

Well, they deserve it. That's all.

Sandy.

What?

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 that money in good health.

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

- Yes.
- Sir...

with respect,

you can stick the money up your arse.
It's of better use there.

- Sandy!
- I love what I do and believe it or not, colonel,

I've also loved those grubby thick-headed men
I trained, you most of all.

And 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.

Sir!

What 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.
- I get it.

Come along, auntie!

We'll find you a lovely little 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.

All right, I think about it.

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

True.

Allen, I want you to do something for me.

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

Me?

- Well, I mean, you hooked me into this thing.
- 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 want you to take him away from her.

That's an horrible thing to say.

You've got an IQ of, what, 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 that.

You're not going to die, my friend.

Well, I know it, you know it,

but the guy up there?

Well, I'll ask him.

Come on, move it!

Come on, move it! Get in there!

What's the hold-up? Come on!

All in, sir.

Service is a bit slow.

For President Limbani.

Yes, sir. We could need these.

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

All right. 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!

- Station position.
- Get in jump position!

Jump!

Shawn, how goes it?

Oh, fine, fine, thanks. I tell you, Jock, that's it.

My heels are where my balls used to be.

Would you believe it?

2 out of 3 asleep. Pieter?

Take the one who's awake first.
You've got 3 minutes to get the other 2.

- Rafer?
- Sir?

We're going in at the fence by that sentry first.

You stay here. When we're through, bring your group.

All right, go on.

Jesse.

Hello!

Stay right where you are! Don't move!

No sudden noise.

We'd like those keys, you see, so

whoever has them, just hand them over.

Esposito, search this fellow first.

Try the Cuban.

I'll take the other side.

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

Come on, Pieter, quickly!

- Witty?
- Sir!

- Everybody okay?
- Yes, sir.

- Keith.
- Sir?

Find Captain Janders.

If he's set, tell him to send Lt. Fynn to take the airport.

Sir!

You're all right?

Oh, yes, sir.

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

So you just relax, love.

Here.

Drink this. Come on, come on, come on.

- There you go.
- How is he?

I live, Mr. Faulkner.

That's the plan, sir.

Pieter, he's your responsibility.

- From now on, he never leaves your side.
- Yes, sir.

All right, let's go.

Esposito!

Well then, kaffir, on your feet.

Here we go, love.

That's fine.

All right.

Come on.

Give me the keys.

Here.

Shawn. Shawn.

- Come in, Shawn.
- I read you.

We've got the man out. Move in.

Good luck.

ZEMBALA AIRPORT

He's all yours, 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 might be a little bit tight, but we'll make it.

Get Mr. Limbani out first and be careful with him.

Take him to the front of the control tower.

- Well done, Sandy.
- Thank you, sir.

Allen, let's go and see Shawn.

President Limbani, the plane should be here any minute.

All right, let's go back to the runway!
Follow me at the double, come on!

Here. Put him right there.

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

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

You tell me.

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 reading you loud and clear.

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

Allen, we're just 12 mins behind schedule.

Make you feel good?

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

I heard the plane, sir.

Iron Man, Iron Man, we hear your engines.

There is the runway.

Sounds like you're South-East of us.

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

There it is!

No, no. You stay here.

Right on the money.

I suppose you've got a couple of
stewardesses on board.

Make it three.

£ 30,000 in my pocket.

Let's go and meet him.

Iron Man, this is Charlie 1. Charlie 1.

- The message is: pass them by.
- Allen.

I repeat, Iron Man. The message is: 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 talk to the men.

Men, we have been double-crossed!

But we will plan a way out of here!

- Jock.
- Sir?

We need more transport. Find them.

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

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

And 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 happened then?

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

He could've done that yesterday, couldn't he?
And abort the mission then.

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

Allen, I wouldn't mind meeting this gentleman one day.

Rafer, my friend, one day you will.

All right, Rafer, how do we get out of here?

And where do we go?

Within the hour, we'll gonna have the whole of
Ndofa's bloody army down on us like a ton of bricks.

And what do you suggest? We do surrender?

I'd rather have Witty treat my haemorrhoids.

Rafer, you've got 10 mins. You're the planner.

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

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

- This man, Matherson?
- Yes.

Well, he's gave us the royal screwing of all time.

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

- Yes, me too, but that's for another time.
- Ah! No, no, no, it's for now.

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

We show him to his tribes.
They'll think he's been re-incarnated.

They're about ready for a civil war anyway.

We can start it. God knows, maybe we can 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 any 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!

All right, all right, then I'll give it to you rationally.

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

What if we got hold of the ferry to Burundi?

I wouldn't cross that lake with a destroyer.
Ndofa's men will pick us up like ducks.

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

Zambia's too far, and...

East? 600 miles of jungle? Totally impossible.

Well, that still leaves the South.

Exactly. South.

Limbani country. Now, I know it well.

There's a dry river there 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. I think, it can work, Allen.

- Rafer...
- Oh, for God's sake, it's the only chance

we have to accomplish something
from this whole fucking mess!

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

We've got 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.

All right, let's do it.

Let's do it?

God help me, I'm in the hands of maniacs.

Have a good trip. Goodbye.

Good.

Call me back when you got confirmation.

Well, here's to General Ndofa.

It's a difficult bastard to negotiate with,
but I'm pleased with the deal.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

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

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

We're back in the copper business.

Shawn! Rafer!

- They don't build bridges like this any more.
- It'll go with a hell of a bang.

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

We haven't got the time anyway. Let's roll.

Go!

Come on, man!

It won't start.

Well, keep trying!

What's happened?

Hey, what's up?

Rafer, take cover!

- Hit 'em, Tosh!
- Sir!

Back the Jeep out of here!

Take cover!

Quick, get out of here!

- Jock, get the men across the bridge!
- Men, take cover!

- All men, take cover!
- Take cover!

Take cover!

Come on, get out!

Oh, Jesus.

Not even Jesus could get through that heat.

You all right, sir?

Allen! Fall back!

They'll be back with more planes
before you can get cross by that fire!

Well, get moving!

Decoy them away from us!

We'll cross with Limbani lower down!

Meet you at Kalima village!

- Right. Okay, men, come, move out!
- Move out!

Come on, come on!

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

- Sir.
- Yes?

West, Smith and Robertson, sir.

Witty.

- Look after Mr. Limbani.
- Sir.

We can't leave them to the Simbas.

No, we can't. Who volunteers?

I suppose I do.

Witty.

We'll keep going for about another hour.

Then we'll hole up somewhere for a while.

How many men do we've left, Sandy?

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

Well, that's a hell of a formidable unit.

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

Let's rest here.

Not another step for him, sir,
not if we want to keep him alive.

What happened?

We're going to carry him.

We'll go on until noon, and then we'll rest.

I'll take him.

Come on, up you go.

- All right.
- All right?

Yeah, I'll take point.

- Let me carry him, lieutenant.
- No way.

Just hang on, kaffir.

I bleed red like you, white man.
Don't call me kaffir.

Take that hand off my face,

kaffir.

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

South Africa? I met Jan Smuts a long time ago.

He was a good man.

I don't get to meet prime ministers.

And now shut up!

I just said.

What do you want?

Just to talk.

- Talk?
- Yeah.

My oh my, no wonder you're a politician.

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

Just prison guards.

I entertained myself by trying
to taunt them to kill me.

Now you're trying the same on me.

Go to sleep, man!

"Man"?

That's an improvement over kaffir.

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

Who were they fighting, and why?

If you're asking me whether I understand the
politics of my own country, the answer's "no". All right?

Well, at least we had an equal opportunity
to neglect your education.

What would you like to do there?

I want a place of my own.

That's all saving your life means to me.

The chance to work my own land,
as 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 better think about tomorrow.

- That's Kalima.
- Picturesque.

- Sandy?
- Sir?

- Post guards, send a patrol into the village.
- Sir.

- 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 bloody mule and laugh at me,

you can bloody well crawl.

We whites have carried you people on our backs
ever since we came to this country.

It's the other way around, believe it.

Is it? Well, you need me to save your
miserable black life right now, don't you?

I do. And then you may need me to save yours.

We need each other, white man,
and that's the way it should be.

We've got the whole world using us now,

setting group against group, destroying Africa.

For me, "freedom" is just a another
label for their brand of slavery.

And the final bloodbath is coming,
first between black and white,

and then between black and black,

when you whites have left Africa for good.

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 you're killing each other
in great big bleeding battles.

Now, once you have something better to offer,

then you come talk to us in the white South.

We both have something better to offer.

Listen to me, because the white South
is next unless you learn.

Bullshit. We whites were born here,
we're just as African as you are.

And don't make a mistake. We're gonna stay.

I'm glad to hear that.

Then you'd better join us and help us sort out our future.

Join you?

We've got to learn to care for each other,

or they'll be nothing left of our Africa
but a land of battlefields.

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

I have the will to look for one.

We've to forgive you for the past and
you've to forgive us for the present.

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

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

You're beginning to sound good to me.

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

All right, let's get moving.

Maybe I'm a bloody fool, but I'm going to
take you there, just to find out if you're lying.

Just hang on tight, bloke.

God Almighty, what's going on?

What's going on? Get out!

Get out of my village!

You heathens!

You Godless heathens!
Why don't you come to the church?

I've got women and children,
ready waiting for the slaughter!

- Tosh.
- Sir.

What's all the shooting?

Nothing, sir, just a pig.

Father Geoghagen. Good God.

I thought you were dead, years ago.

Looking at you and your guns, I am.

We need your help, Father.

- To go on and kill more of your brothers?
- I hope not.

You haven't changed a bit, but it's nice to see you.

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

Well let's... let's talk about it over there, shall we?

Witty!

Come on, we're moving out!

- Witty, back here!
- Get your lovely arses out of here!

Witty's holding the fort!

Stay down!

Come on, you lovelies, show yourselves!

Witty!

Pieter, come here!

Come on, you beauties! Where are you?

My, just look at you, big bastards.

What a bloody shame we can't be friends.

- Let me have him.
- You're welcome.

All right, lift up.

Don't worry. We'll make it.

Come on!

Colonel Faulkner, sir. This way.

Leave me. You will go faster.

Oh, no, kaffir.

I have to follow you.

Don't die.

Please, don't die.

Let's go.

Let's...

Spread out.

Mr. Limbani.

Mr. Limbani.

Please. Please!

You can leave him now, Mr. President, he's dead.

Jesse.

Roger. Out.

...Kalima village.

How you're feeling, sir?

As you might say, Mr. Faulkner, I'm just hanging on.

Tell me if I'm wrong.

You would like my people to rise up and fight.

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

Yes, so would I.

But I think spears against machine guns was not the plan.

If we started it, we might get somebody to back us up.

It's happened before.

Copper can be powerfully persuasive, sir.

I've been through all of this with him,

and God knows you know how much I loved to do it,
but we hadn't got a chance.

- I've never heard you say that before.
- I'm saying it now.

His people against a whole battalion of Simbas.

About an hour ago, there's more following.

Then what the devil are we doing here?

Possibly saving a good man for a better day.

With 30 men? What are we supposed to do?
Walk out of Africa?

Probably we could try running.

Allen, please, the simple fact is,
that we've nothing to fight with.

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 haven't got time to discuss my
finer qualities with you now,

just get those elders in here to have a look at him.

I would like to speak with my people alone.

I believe you're trying to start a civil war here, Faulkner.

You'd be responsible for slaughter and starvation
the likes of which you've never imagined.

You'll be up to your eyes in blood,
and you'll die, Faulkner.

All of you, and all of us.

So I'm against you, and God's against you.

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

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 top!

All right, that's enough!
The decision's being made in there!

All right, I...

I offer you a bargain, Faulkner.

About 3 miles from here, through the bush,

there's a mine airstrip,

with an old Dakota sitting on it right now.

What did you say? What?

A Dakota. It's all right, 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
out of here and leave us in peace.

Well, Mr. President?

If they stay and fight now they'll die,

and they know it,

but they're willing.

I can't do that, Mr. Faulkner.

I can't. Do you understand?

I told them to bear their pain and wait

to be ready for Limbani's return.

They agreed without understanding why.

All right, sir. You rest here. We're gonna get you out.

Jesse.

- You've got your bargain.
- Praise God.

Praise Limbani. Now show us where that aeroplane is.

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

- We'll be following.
- All right, Allen.

- Sandy!
- Sir!

Get the men out and ready to move.
We can't take the vehicles.

Sir! Right, come all over here! Come on, at the double!

You made the right decision, Allen.

Limbani made it, I didn't.

Now this country is one thing, but the question
is, what'll we do with him once we get him out?

Who knows. We may be back
here as well. Another contract.

You never quit, do you?

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

don't laugh, but that...

- that man in there, he...
- I know, 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.

They made it on for perimeter, Colonel.

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

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

Jesse, take point and go like hell.

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

- Sandy, when there's no one around you can call me Allen.
- Yes, sir. Yahoo, sir.

Shawn.

I think they've spotted us. 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 to you godless murderers.

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

And Merry Christmas to you, Father.

What's left of it.

- Sandy.
- Sir?

There's your killing ground.

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

Rafer and 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.

Sir, 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!
- Sir!

- Jock, take the Vickers and set it up this end over there.
- Sir.

Quincy, come on, help me move this out of here!

Come on, move!

Okay, set it up here!

We're dead!

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

- Yes, sir.
- Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Fire, fire, fire!

Damn!

Forward!

Keep moving!

Grenade!

Let's go!

Hold it! They're ours, too.

Advance!

Grenade!

- Jesse!
- Sir!

Get Mr. Limbani on the plane first.
The others will follow and cover.

Yes, sir.

We have to wait for Sandy and his group,
if they get through.

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

- Is Mr. Limbani all right, Samuels?
- He's okay, sir.

Move!

Come on, Allen!

Move your bloody arses!

Hurry up and get on!

- It's moving!
- Get down! They're just trying to get closer.

Hit them with the bazooka!

- Ready!
- Fire!

Let's go!

Get on board as quick as fast. Come on, move, move, move!

- Sandy, go!
- Sir!

Cover us halfway. When we hit the guns,
start running! We'll cover you!

Run like hell! 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 bloody plane!

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

Go!

Rafer, come on!

Hold on, Rafer!

- Hold on!
- Allen!

Rafer!

No!

Allen!

Allen, kill me! For God's sake, kill me!

No, no, I can't! I can't!

Stop the plane!

Emile! Emile!

Where to?

South Rhodesia.

That's 800 miles, I don't know if we've the fuel.

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

Shawn, I killed Rafer.

The Simbas would've cut him up into small pieces.

Allen, go and see how the men are.

There're 13 of us left alive.

Tell them to jettison everything that's not
nailed down. Everything! Do it now.

Sir! Mr. Limbani's getting worse.

It was a very good try, Mr. Faulkner.

It's not over. Just hang on, sir. Don't give up now!

Colonel, about Mr. Janders...

there was nothing else to do.

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

Dead?

Why?

What was it for, sir?

I don't know.

All right!

We have to jettison everything on board.

It includes old Jock. See at it, Tosh.

Yes, sir.

Gennaro, get his legs.

How's the fuel?

Bad. We're on 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. I'm hearing you. Go ahead. Over.

We've a mercenary unit, departing Kalima.
7 wounded on board.

We urgently request permission to land at Kariba.

If they refuse, keep on talking.

X-Ray Alpha, stand-by.

Mr. Limbani. Mr. Limbani! Sir!

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

Write this down.

A pencil, Sonny.

- Come in, X-ray Alpha, this Salisbury Control.
- Allen!

Reading you at strength 4, over.

Permission to land denied.
Do not cross our borders under any circumstances.

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

I repeat, do not attempt to cross our borders.

Our air force is alerted.

- Give that to me.
- Our air force is alerted.

We would be forced to shoot you down.

Salisbury, X-ray Alpha.

Now you listen. We have Julius Limbani
on board and he's alive.

Now write this down and get it to the
highest official you can find.

Allen, look at the starboard fuel gauge.

Mr. Limbani says 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:

Mr. Julius Limbani himself...

Brace yourselves, we're only on one engine!

The man is dead, Mr. Faulkner.

Now only the spirit remains.

November X-ray Alpha, this is Salisbury.
You're clear to land at Kariba.

The people are being asked to turn the lights on.

You'll see them as you come over the lake.
Good luck to you.

Thank you, Salisbury.

Allen!

I heard.

Limbani's dead.

Good night. Thanks.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, have a good trip. All right.

- Will there be anything else this evening, sir?
- Hm?

Oh, no. No, thank you.

- Good night, sir.
- Good night.

Yes, what is it, Andrew?

There will be something more tonight, Sir Edward.

Go ahead and make your move.

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

That's for some other time.

There are 6 servants in the house.

I thought at least ten. How did you make two?

What do you want, Faulkner?

You're a very bad conversationalist.

Oh, please forgive me.
I've had a rather tiresome evening.

I heard. I was in the drawing room.

I know you're dying for me to ask.
How did you get in here?

I did a crash course in how to trip burglar alarm wires.

You're not very safe here.

And I'm sure you're dying to know
how I got out of Rhodesia and back into England.

Oh, I am indeed.

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

Let's just say it wasn't easy.

Yeah, I'm sure it wasn't.

You're a remarkable man, Faulkner.

I have contracts out on you everywhere.

When I have time I'm going to grow a moustache
and buy myself a pair of dark glasses.

In the meantime, I have my own contract to worry about.

- 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 other men still living.

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

Let's have a look what's in your safe.

After you, and very quietly.

I've turned off the alarm in the frame. Open it.

All the money in the case.

- I see you came prepared.
- Yes, yes.

Dollars. Very good.

My heavens, 1000-dollar-bills.

I wager the US treasury wonders where all that went to.

Now tell me about the arrangement.

Yeah.

It's 500,000 dollars there.

About half of what I owe you.

Now, I lift all the contracts on you,

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

- And I trust you?
- You do.

And naturally, I don't kill you?

Correct.

You know, I had a speech prepared for you.

I'd been rehearsing it for 3 months.
It was pretty good, as a matter of fact.

All about betrayals and dead friends.
A kind of passionate requiem.

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

Et cetera.

That part was very eloquent.

It even went into the philosophical implications of the
relationships between a mercenary and his employer.

You'd have been impressed.

But right now, face to face with you,
I really don't want to go through all that.

You see, I don't mind taking money from you,

but having you offer me money for your life

for all those bodies littering Africa,

it is actually degrading.

So I turn down your arrangements.

I see.

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

You're a remarkable man, too, Sir Edward.

So I suppose I've better had.

Now just wait a minute! I...

Wait...

Do I have to ask how it went?

No.

I thought so.

Throw the ball back, Emile.

Let's talk about your father.