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Cowboy Leader, this is Cowboy Three.

We've lost two engines.

Sir, engine three's done for.

Will, do you copy?

Come in, Will, do you copy?

Will!

Will, do you read me?

Engines are burning!

Will, get everyone
in the radio room.

Engines are burning!

We gotta bail!

I'm staying with the plane.
I'm riding this thing in.

Brace for impact.

Come on, on your feet!

Hold her steady.

A thousand feet!

Nine hundred feet!

Impact positions!

Brace for impact!

Shit!

Shit, shit, shit!

God damn it to fucking shit!

Where the hell are we?

Nowhere good.

Briefing said the Krauts don't
have men this far into France.

We might be good.

Well, they sure
as shit had flak.

Where's Will?

Will!

Will.

Come on, pal.

Let's go.

Captain needs you.

We didn't hit our target.
We caught flak...

I know, I was a little distracted,
but what I'm saying is...

Where's Pete?

He's dead.

So is Bosch and Littleton.

Oh, God.

Uh, sir, where the fuck are we?

Well, we took flak
near the Rhine.

Started our descent...

south by southwest.

So, this is probably...

Bow-vee-ay.

Bouvier.

Forty miles
from fucking Germany.

Uh, sir,

the front line's
pretty close, isn't it?

So, if we cut west,
we'll probably hit friendlies.

Wouldn't that be some shit?

Will...

You speak French?

Yes. Can you shoot?

Yeah.

Kelly, go grab a rifle
and a flare pistol.

Hey,

I want you to get in that house.

If anybody's in there,
they speak French,

they're on our side.

I want you to get in the attic.

If you see any Germans coming,

you shoot a flare real low
so they don't see it, okay?

You understand?

So, what do we do?

All right. I want you to start
tearing this plane apart.

Anything you can carry, all
right? We're jogging outta here.

Get in the fucking attic.

Let's go! Everything you can
get off the son of a bitch. Let's go.

You find us a route?

I mean, hell,

didn't Patton just take
Saint-Dizier a few days ago?

That's only 120 miles
back that way.

Our line's gotta be close.

We'll make it work.

Yeah. Let's go.

Hey, we got a flare.

Krauts!

Guys, they got
some kind of tank.

Waist guns.

Yeah, make it look like
we're abandoned.

That's our only shot, okay?

Um, get on the guns. Stay low.

Wait for my signal
to shoot, okay?

Go! Go!

Hello in there.

My name is Colonel Martin Bach

of the German Protection Squad.

Better known to you
probably as the SS.

You will be offering
your surrender to me.

How many of you are in there?

Your electrical systems
have failed.

None of your guns can operate,

only your right-hand side
machine gun

can reach us at this angle.

And now, it has no ammunition.

So...

On the count of three,

you will tell me how
many men are in there,

or my tank will be forced to shoot
your plane into a thousand pieces.

How many of you are in there?

One,

two,

Five!

What happened to the rest?

They're dead.

Tail gunner, ball turret,
bombardier, they're all dead.

Waist gunners died
in the crash, too.

How did the waist gunners die?

No seatbelts.

Stupid.

May I assume that you all know
that there's no chance of escape?

Yeah, we know.

Good.

Come out slowly, one at a time,

and stand in front of the wing.

What was your target?

You are now prisoners
of the Third Reich.

Do you know how much use
Germany has for prisoners?

None at all.

To us,

you are like insects

to be squashed.

So,

I will ask you again.

What was your target?

This is a bomber aircraft, yes?

Yeah.

And you and the 200
other bombers

that flew over a few minutes ago

were on your way to bomb
a target in Germany, yes?

That's right.

Then what target
were you bombing?

Hey, Jerry, here's your
target, you piece of shit.

What was your target?

I'm the pilot.

It was a marshalling
yard in Munich.

Thank you.

Is General Patton's army

proceeding to Grand Marseille

or going to Nantes?

I don't know.

Is General Patton's army

going to Grand Marseille

or proceeding to Nantes?

Eat shit.

You and you,

into the field. Go.

Go!

It's okay.

Stop!

Is General Patton going to
Grand Marseille or Nantes?

We don't know.

We're just flight crew. We
don't know troop positions.

Tell me, you must know.

Save your men and tell me.

I don't... I don't know.

I don't know. I, uh...

Maybe Munich.

He said... Maybe Munich.
He said Munich.

Munich?

What is your next target?

I swear.

I swear, I don't... I...

Okay. Stuttgart.

You're lying!

Tell me!

I'm not. I'm not. Stuttgart.

Okay, just listen to me.
It has to be Stuttgart.

Okay? If Patton is
sending his men this way,

then it has to be Stuttgart.

The yard supply the German Army.

The whole bomb group will keep

targeting the yards until,
until Patton makes his move.

You... Just, please,
listen to me. Hey.

Stop.

This is only conjecture.

No!

Is Patton's army going to
Grand Marseille or Nantes?

You go to hell.

Who's hungry?

You have to be hungry
by now, right?

It's been 15 hours.

You're hungry?

Is it poisoned?

I don't know
who you think we are,

but I have nothing to give you.

I am the manager of a small
loan office near the plaza.

If you want a loan, I can
approve a loan for you,

but I have nothing more
to offer.

I manufacture automobiles.

On the line. I put the alternator
in the engine compartment.

I can put a new alternator
in your car for... For free.

Gerhard Kohler?

Yes.

You're Austrian?

Yes, I am from Austria.

Emilio?

I am a proud Argentine.

That's an Argentinian accent?
Si.

Emilio.

Emilio!

Swear in Spanish.

You're not a proud Argentine,
are you?

Navy?

You look like a navy man.

Interior Ministry
for the Third Reich.

I was an administrator
for education policy.

I have been living here
peacefully

since the last nine years.

Uh, tell me what you want.
Anything you want.

How many Nazis came out here?

To Argentina?

Anywhere in South America.

A thousand?

A thousand in Uruguay,

a thousand in Bolivia,

three thousand in Argentina,

four thousand in Brazil.

Yeah, that's what
the last fella told me.

That 10,000 Nazis just up
and walked outta Germany.

I'm looking for a man,
a colonel in the SS,

Martin Bach.

You travel all the way
to Argentina

to kidnap two policy
administrators

and ask if they know a colonel?

Yeah, that's pretty much
the gist of it.

You know him?

There must be a thousand
men called Colonel Bach in the Reich.

You can't possibly expect us to
know which one you're talking about!

Colonel Martin Bach in the SS,

stationed in Eastern
France in August 1944.

Maybe near Strasbourg.

I don't know of any such man.
I'm very sorry.

How about you?

Do you know Colonel Bach?

What? I can't hear you.

I can't hear you, Emilio.

No, I don't.

I can't hear you.

I don't. I don't. I don't.

Where is Colonel Bach?
I don't know!

You're mad.

There is no way of knowing
where there is a Colonel Bach.

I'm telling you,
there's no way to know.

He may already be dead.

He's not dead.

Obersturmbannfuhrer Martin
Bach got on a cargo ship

in Italy nine years ago,

headed for Buenos Aires.

I know because
the Nazi-sympathizing priest

who smuggled him on board
told me

right before I strangled him.

And you're going to kill
every German in South America

until you find
this Colonel Bach?

That's the plan.

Would you like another whiskey?

Yes.

I remember you
from earlier this week.

Are you waiting for a friend?

No.

Just, uh, having a drink.

Your accent.

It sounds like
you're from France?

Switzerland.

Ah, Swiss.

Where in Switzerland
are you from?

Uh, St. Lucian.

I've never heard of it.

It's very small.

Ah. What's it near?

It's near Zurich.

I've never been.

Ah, the gentleman at the end
of the bar, he has been to Zurich.

Javier! No, sorry.

I don't mean to be rude,
but I wish to be left alone.

Thought you might make a friend.

This gentleman is from
Zurich and I told him you have been.

Zurich. You are from Zurich?

I lived there for three years
studying at university.

Oh, it is my favorite city
in the whole wide world.

Oh, my God.

I could live there. The girls?

They're quite nice. Yes,
quite nice. Quite nice.

So, what are you doing
in Argentina?

Business.

Ah. What kind of business?

Bananas.

My father owns a plantation
in Brazil.

In Switzerland?

In Brazil. We live there.

I thought you meant Switzerland.

Hello, everyone.

Come buy my bananas from
the snow in Switzerland, right?

Special snow bananas,
grown in Zurich.

A toast

to Switzerland and to
bananas grown in Brazil.

It was nice to meet you.

So, tell me about Brazil.

Is a true what they say
about the bananas in Brazil?

About the girls?

Girls?

What they do
with all those bananas.

I knew it.

They have to do something
with all those bananas, right?

Don't eat the bananas
at this restaurant.

The girl at the front just
had all of them in her ass.

What do you
want from me? I have nothing.

I have nothing, please.

Who are you?

A missionary. A missionary?

Yes, yes. I swear to you.

I am here to begin
a Lutheran mission.

You're a German.

Yes, yes. A... A Lutheran.

And what are you doing
with a gun?

Uh, defending myself.

I... I have been robbed here
three times.

What was in the envelope
you magically made disappear?

I can't tell you.

The next one
is going in your skull.

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

It was a name. It's the
name of a... Of a prostitute.

Rosita Rossi. I wasn't
going to go with her.

You see, it was a very...
It was a mistake.

I... I am a very good Lutheran.

I was going to pray
for her soul.

You're fucking lying! I
am not lying. I am not lying.

I swear to you, I am not lying.

You're a fucking Nazi.
No, no, no.

God, no. No.

You're a fucking
Nazi piece of shit.

I am not. Say it!

God forgive me.

God forgive me. God forgive me.

Shut the fuck up and
admit it, you fucking pig!

No, no, no... Three!

I swear to you please, no. Two!

Please don't kill me. You
have to believe me, please.

One! No, please, no.

Zero. Who are you looking for?

Who are you looking for?

An SS officer,

Colonel Bach.

Obersturmbannfuhrer Bach,
let me see.

Maybe middle age,
taller than average.

He's thin.

You described nothing.

Goodbye. Martin.

Huh?

Yes, yes.

Martin Bach.

Where is he?

I don't know. Where is he?

There's no way out.

Don't move.

Who are you?

Shut up.

Put your pistol on the floor.

Slowly, or I will shoot.

Kick it over here.

Do you live here?

Who the hell are you?

I have the gun. I will
ask the fucking questions.

Do you live here? Yes or no?

Yes.

The man you punched at the bar
said you're from Switzerland.

You're clearly American.

Yeah.

I'm an American.

Who is the man you
followed from the bar?

He's my father.

You chased your father
out of a bar?

How'd you find me here?

I followed your car.

I saw you get out with that man.

I know he's here, and I don't
believe he's your father.

Who do you think he is?

I know he is Albert Vogel.

Who is Albert Vogel?

If you are protecting
Albert Vogel,

I will have you extradited
along with him.

It will not go well for you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Extradited?
Who the hell are you?

Extradited to where?

To Jerusalem,
to pay for his crimes.

You're from Israel.

Who I am does not matter.

If you have Albert Vogel,
give him up now.

Listen to me.

The man you saw me with
is my father.

We sell bananas.

You know why I'm pretending
I'm Swiss?

I know there are a lot
of Germans around here.

So, I picked a country
they don't care about.

Don't shoot.

He's deaf.

What?

My father, he's... He's deaf.

Bullshit.

He can't hear a damn
thing you're saying.

Listen to me.

Now, you broke into a home

and you are pointing a gun
at American citizens.

We make one call
to the US Embassy,

the Nazi-collaborating police
are going to arrest you,

and they're gonna
find out they have

an Israeli spy trying
to extradite their pals.

How do you think
that's gonna go for you?

Why do you carry a gun?

We get robbed a lot.

If I find out he is Albert
Vogel, you will both hang.

Why the hell
did you come up here?

If she had heard your accent...
I had to get her to leave.

It was the only way.

I was hoping
you would improvise,

and you did.

How do you know Colonel Bach?

I met him here, Buenos Aires,

maybe a year ago.

At a Christmas party.

Wait, he's here?

No, no, no. He lives in Bolivia.

Tell me where
or I start shooting.

And then, you will just waltz
across miles of mountains

and deserts and knock
on his door

and shoot him
without any confrontation?

The Germans have
thousands of guards

protecting their interests here.

If you are bumbling around
the desert,

they will find you
long before you'll find him.

If you want Colonel Bach,

you're going to need me
to help you find him.

In exchange for what?

As it happens,

we have mutual interests.

I also have to get to Bolivia.

We travel there together.

When there are threats to me,
we play your little game.

I will pose as your
deaf Swiss father

and business partner,
selling bananas.

What threats?

Machine gun-toting women from
Jerusalem or the equivalent.

Why me?

Why not these other Germans
if there's so many of them?

Well, the Germans want
me dead, too. It's, uh...

It's complicated.

But the Soviets don't.

That envelope,

that contained the location
of a contact

that was going to get me
to safety in Moscow.

He is at a remote airfield
in Bolivia.

And as it happens,
that airfield is not

very far from your
Colonel Martin Bach.

If you want your German,

get me to my Russian.

How are we getting there?

The next boat
leaves in five hours.

We made it to the mouth of
the river here headed north.

Germans are watching
the airfields and major ports,

but we can putter up
to Paraguay undetected.

The capital of Asuncion
is a risk, but if we make it,

we can take the back roads
all the way to Bolivia.

I'd rather fly,
but it's probably safer

to hire a native to guide us
to the rendezvous.

I doubt our friend from Israel
will find us there.

So,

you are Albert Vogel.

In the flesh.

What's that woman want with you?

What did you do?

Nothing.

I am an atomic physicist.

One of the better ones
in the world.

I was part of a team developing
the atom bomb for Germany.

The Soviets are recruiting me
to work for them.

And she's trying to stop you?

She works for a spy
agency called Mossad.

Jerusalem is trying to extradite
me to hang for war crimes,

but bigger problem
is that the Germans here,

they have no use for me.

They would rather kill me

to keep me from helping
the Russians

or the Americans.

That's tragic.

The Nazis are trying to kill me.

That ought to make me
your friend.

You made bombs for Hitler.

You sit at a table with Nazis,
that makes you a Nazi.

The man who makes the object

is not responsible
for the man who uses it.

If I make a, um, butter knife

and you stick it
in someone's throat,

does that make me a murderer?

Butter knife?

Hitler would've used
your atom bomb on civilians.

Which your country
did twice, I believe, yes?

That's different.

We're not Hitler.
We're the good guys.

200,000 dead Japanese civilians

might think differently.

I swear to Christ.
I will put a bullet

right through your
stupid fucking Nazi face.

Give me one more
goddamn platitude,

I'll end it right here

and we solve this
whole thing right now.

Control yourself.

They have eyes everywhere.

I guess I need you alive
for now.

You take me
to my Russian safely,

and I tell you exactly where
your Colonel Bach is hiding.

Yeah.

You go on your merry way
to Russia to build the bombs

they wanna drop in my backyard?

Mmm.

They say the man who seeks
revenge should dig two graves.

Welcome to the Hotel Asuncion.

Here for business or pleasure?

Business.

Bananas.

Ah, from Brazil?

Yes, Brazil.

Your accent sounds Swiss.

Many Swiss come to
Asuncion from Brazil.

Yes, they do.

Something for you, madam?

Here on business?

Yeah, here on business.

We're having a conversation.

Where is Vogel?

My father is upstairs
in his room.

That man is not your father.

You look nothing alike.

You're following me
because we don't look alike?

I know that he's Albert Vogel.

You've never seen a photograph
of him before, have you?

You have a description.
Nothing else.

That's what I thought.

So, what do you do?

You just run around torturing
every German you find

until they admit they're Vogel?

Pencil. Get him a pencil!

Buenos tardes.

Maxim!

Hola, Senor Ziegler.

Maximiliano!

Whatever these guys are having,

and I'll have a Pisco sour.

Tres sour, Max.

Three Pisco sours.

Hello.

The Pisco sour, have
you ever tasted it?

No, never.

Nein. Maximiliano,

he makes the best Pisco sour
known in South America.

Huh, brandy with sugar,
lemon, bitters, and an egg.

An egg. An egg.

Maximiliano,
tres mas on my bill.

You don't have to do that.

No, I don't have to
do that, but I insist.

Yes. Insist.

Thank you. You're very kind.

So, are you from here,
in Paraguay?

No, Germany. Deutschland!

Germany?

We are from Germany.

I am from Freiberg.

Freiberg, no!

Ah!

It's nice.

Are you all from Germany?

No, they are from Switzerland.

The French part. They don't
speak a word of German.

And the father is, uh,
gehorlos, he can't hear.

Ah, well.

Prost! Prost!

- To our new friends.
- Yes.

There we go.

Mmm-hmm.

So, you are here for businesja?

Yes.

We have a banana
plantation in Brazil,

but it's hard to ship bananas

from the jungles in Porto Velho,

so we're here to find
a shipping company.

Wow, Porto Velho.

My... My father went there
before the war.

It's a wild place. Right?

- There's a lot of bandits.
- Bandits?

Like the Wild West.

You have savages trying
to steal your bananas.

The savages, it's like...

No, no, no. It's too dangerous.

Dangerous?

We put guards
on top of the banana trains

all the way to the depot
in Porto Velho.

They've shot enough bandits to
scare most of them from trying.

So... And so, you shoot them as
they're trying to get on the train?

It's the Wild West.

Ah!

It's the Wild West!

That's all right, I don't...

Well, it's getting late.

Should we get going?

Nein, nein, nein.

You're leaving us too soon.

Mmm-hmm.

Banana farmers start early.

Neil insist

you stay for one more drink.

Just one drink. Unless...

you have a penis,
then you must go.

You must go.

Nein.

I... I...

I apologize.

If you really must go.

We must. Mmm-hmm.

Thank you for the
drinks, gentlemen.

Goodbye.

Tschuss!

I'll be here if
you change your mind.

How did he know
they were coming?

What? The Germans at the bar.

How did he know
they were coming?

He saw 'em from
his window, I guess.

And just knew
that they were German?

I think the German
machine guns were a clue.

We dodge Nazi gangs
down here all the time.

They're not that hard to spot.

I'm not afraid of any Germans.

I've gotten pretty good
at spotting them.

Put the gun down!

Calm down, and put the gun down.

Put the fucking gun down!

How
did they find us? I don't know.

Did you tip them off? Did he?
No, they're after him, too.

We're not outrunning 'em.

We don't need to.

Catching up.

Heads down!
Drive straighter, you idiot.

Slow down!

What? Slow down, I have a plan.

If I slow down, we're gonna die.

Slow down!

They're catching up.

Hold your speed.

They got a rocket launcher.

Huh?

You're with a Nazi?

Why are you with a Nazi? Why
are you helping a Nazi escape?

It's complicated.

Complicated? He's a fucking Nazi.
What is complicated about that?

I am not a Nazi!

You can tell that to
the court in Jerusalem.

Oh, he's not going to Jerusalem.

According to who?
According to me.

We have a deal, all right?

Vogel's just a pawn
who worked for the Nazis.

I have some business to
finish with an actual Nazi,

an SS Colonel responsible
for a lot of people's deaths.

Vogel's helping me find him.

An actual Nazi?

Hitler's atomic scientist isn't
enough of a Nazi for you?

We have a deal.
You have no deal.

You will hang.

It's, uh...

This is... It's no good.

We cannot fix this tonight.

More of those Germans
are coming. They won't stop.

We passed a warehouse
back up the road.

Let's find a car and get clear.

You need to decide right now
if you're gonna be a problem.

Or you'll kill me for the Nazi?

So I can kill more Nazis,
better Nazis.

Nazis of consequence,

not some lab assistant
the Germans don't even want.

Lab assistant? Is
that what he told you?

I won't touch Vogel yet,

but I want to know
who your other Nazis are.

All right.

First, let's find a car.

Herr.

We've been out here all night.

The Germans will be out
looking for us.

It is almost fixed.

We have no time
for "almost fixed."

Is it ready?

All it needs is the key.

Start it up then.

What is that?

Whiskey.

It's been a long night.

What the hell are you...

I'm taking Albert Vogel. If you
try to stop me, I will shoot you.

There are more important
Nazis than Vogel.

Name one Nazi of
more consequence in South America

than Albert Vogel
or get out of my way.

Heinrich Himmler.

Heinrich Himmler.

The architect of the destruction
of millions of Jews across Europe.

Heinrich Himmler is dead.

You're wrong.
You're full of shit.

He killed himself.
He's been dead for 10 years.

You don't rise to the
right hand of Hitler

and engineer the extermination
of millions of Jews

without making some connections.

A man claiming to be Himmler
surrendered to the British,

bit into a capsule of
potassium cyanide, and died.

But that man wasn't Himmler.

He was a fanatical
party loyalist

who gave his life for the cause.

The real Himmler
went into hiding,

a month in Austria,
six months in Florence.

From there, he disguised
himself as a priest

and smuggled himself onto a
cargo ship bound for Argentina.

He's been in South
America for 10 years now,

building a hidden empire
in total secrecy,

employing former
Nazi party members,

recruiting German veterans
into an elite army,

operating a web of spies and
guards across the continent

and eliminating every threat
that comes across his doorstep.

Those men at the bar were
looking for threats to Himmler.

They were looking for you.

Why are you telling me this?

I can't build Himmler
a bomb by myself.

He wants me dead so
the Russians can't use me.

Tell me where he is.

If I tell you that, you
have no reason to keep me around,

but as it happens, the
two men you are looking for

are together in Bolivia,

in a compound
called the Condor's Nest.

Why?

Bach is Himmler's
Chief of Security.

Our deal is still on.

You get me to my Russian safely,

and I'll give you Colonel Bach,

and then, you,

you will have Heinrich Himmler.

No.

It's Heinrich Himmler!

I am no one!

If Heinrich Himmler is here,

I can't capture him by myself,

but I can capture you
right now, and I will.

This.

This is a transmitter.

It's a simple switch,

wired to a battery,

and if I push this switch,

this car will explode.

What? You

and Himmler's big secret
will die in this room.

You can't just turn
a car into a bomb.

Get that rope and tie her up,

or I'll kill us all!

Give me the transmitter.

Then, I tie her up.

Carefully.

Fucking pigs!

You're gonna
fucking pay for this!

Let's go!

You think you're the only one in the
world who's lost something to the Nazis?

You're a fucking coward.

What? So we're walking?

Walking?

Lucky for you,

I know how to fly.

I don't think our banana
charade is going to work here.

Follow my lead.

If they recognize
my face, shoot them.

Wait,

tell me where Colonel Bach is.

If anything happens,
you owe me that.

He'll be at the Condor's Nest,
guarding Heinrich Himmler.

It's in the forest 20 kilometers
west of a small town called Tarija.

Kilometer marker 167.

I would
like to buy a box of whiskey.

I have, uh...

I have scotch. I have rye.

Ridiculous code words.
I did not make it up.

Albert Vogel?

Yes.

You are not to be here
till next week.

I hope it is not
a terrible inconvenience.

No.

Here. Put in mouth.

What is this?

It's cyanide.

I don't understand.

I have my reasons.

But aren't you with the Soviets?

It is also complicated.

Put in mouth and bite down.

If you are with the Germans,
why haven't you just shot me?

Because it make big mess.
I don't...

You are going to kill yourself.

You must bite down.

If you are with the Germans,
I want to make a deal.

I can build a bomb, an atom
bomb for Heinrich Himmler.

There's only one man on
this continent who is willing

and able to build
a bomb for Himmler,

and if you shoot that man,

you're going to wish
you had never left Moscow.

What is deal?

Get Himmler on the phone.

And if he turns me down,

I will take your cyanide.

Da.

Give me Condor's Nest.

Yeah.

Yeah.

The American in the airplane

wants to kill Heinrich Himmler.

It's not much fun
being the one in the chair.

You know, you were right.

That day on the boat,
when you said, uh,

I sit at the table with Nazis.

I do.

Proudly.

Heil Himmler.

Hello, Jew boy.

He's not Jewish.

Not Jewish? No.

He's American.

Ah.

Now, that's funny.

Are you sure you are not a Jew?

Mmm?

You smell like a Jew.

Now, I am not a detective,

but I would guess
you were going to use

this gun to shoot Germans?

Maybe me?

Now, I am not a detective,
but let's see

how many questions
I can get you to answer.

Huh?

Every time I don't
like your answer,

I pull the trigger.

Mmm? Huh?

What's your name?

William Spalding.

Who are you trying to kill?

Germans.

Germans? Yeah.

Yeah.

See, I am a German.

So, I do not like that answer.

Which Germans? Hmm?

Himmler?

No.

Klaus Barbie? No.

Col... Colonel Martin Bach.

Bach?

Why?

He deserves to die.

Mmm.

God damn it.

I didn't like that answer.

Are you with the CIA?

No.

No one but me is
coming after Martin Bach.

I don't care about Himmler
or you or anyone else.

Just Martin Bach.

Why Martin Bach?

Fuck you!

There is a Jewish Mossad agent

and an American trying
to get to the Condor's Nest.

Stop them!

Is that a Jew?

You better hope not.

I think your luck has run out.

Don't move.

I will shoot him.

You'd be doing me a favor.

Where is Albert Vogel?

I don't recognize that engine,

so I can assume that
you arrived here in a car

and Vogel just escaped with it.

Huh?

Look at you. Huh?

You thought you could
kill Heinrich Himmler,

but now you're going to die

like every other ordinary Jew!

Just like the ones

we threw into the gutters
in Freiburg.

You're from Freiburg, yes?

We must have taken thousands
of Jews from that town,

lined them up and shot them
in the head, one by one.

And then rolled them into the
ditch with the rest of the rats.

He's at the Condor's Nest.

Albert Vogel
is at the Condor's Nest.

Shut up or I will shoot you.

It's in the mountains,

20 miles west of a town
called Tarija.

I will shoot you!

Mile marker 167.

Not another word!

Himmler's there, too!

You know what to do.

I lose my brother,

and my uncles,

Soviet prisoners at Birkenau.

Himmler and his people,

they killed them.

They put them in trucks
and gassed them.

You get chance to kill Himmler,

you kill Himmler.

Go.

How did you know where I was?

I didn't. I followed Ziegler.

All the way here?

How?

I drove the car.

I guess I owe you a thanks.

A thanks?

Who the fuck are you?

This whole time, you've
been protecting Vogel

better than all the Germans

in this desert
possibly could have.

Why do you want this Bach
so badly?

For the same reason
you want Vogel.

Kilometer 167?

Kilometer 167.

Why would you tell me that?

In the tent, he was
going to shoot you.

You bet your life on me.

I've spent 10 years

destroying anything that got
between me and Colonel Bach.

I guess it was time to stop.

Does your Colonel Bach
deserve to die?

Yes, he does.

Lucky for you, I know
how to fly a plane.

Let's go!

Ah.

Are you the Jew or the American?

The Jew is with
Himmler. Drop the gun.

Who are you?

William Spalding.

Why are you here?

To find Colonel Martin Bach

of the German Protection Squad,

known better as the SS.

What do you want with me?

Do you remember where you
were on August 30th, 1944?

No, not exactly.

Was it Eastern France?

That sounds right.

Was it Bouvier?

Was it a farm with a crashed
B-17 bomber and a tank?

It was a long war.

But you remember,

don't you?

It was a long time ago.

You killed six men in cold
blood. You remember that.

You were there?

Were you one of the airmen?

Halt, halt, halt!

Put your gun down or I shoot!

William Spalding, walk away.

There are three guards
in this room

and a hundred more running
around outside the fortress here.

If you fire that pistol,
they will hear you,

and you will be dead instantly.

Walk away now,

and you will live.

I'm not walking away.

Then why haven't you shot me?

I want a confession.

A confession?

All right. I will confess.

During the war, an airplane
on its way to bomb my country

crashed in front of me.

With the enemy
advancing towards me,

and no way to carry prisoners,

I was left with two choices.

One, I could let the men go

so that they could
get into another airplane

and continue to bomb my country.

Or, two,

I could kill them to stop
them from doing that.

I chose to kill them
to save the lives of my men

and my beloved Germany.

Truthfully, you are
no different than me.

You, up in your airplane,

dropping bombs on men and women

while they're sleeping
in their beds.

Don't... But you did it,

because if you had not,

those same men and women
would've woken up,

put on their boots,
and built more airplanes

to drop bombs on you while you
were sleeping in your bed.

I saw everything you did.

I shouldn't have let you live.

Let me live?

Mmm.

Maybe, all along, it was you

that had to come here
to confess to me.

You are gonna die
for what you did.

You have nothing to confess to.

You followed every instinct

that I and everyone else
in that war would have.

And now, you've crossed
the continent

for a confession,
and look where you are.

You are going to be responsible
for capturing Heinrich Himmler.

You are not a coward.
You are a hero.

All you have to do

is walk out that door
and disappear.

The whole world will know
of your bravery.

American newspapers
will proclaim your name.

"William Spalding,
American hero,

"who captured Heinrich Himmler."

You see,

confessions are for dead men.

You are reborn today,

as a hero.

If I was a hero,

we would both be dead.

We can both live.

Go.

Walk away.

We don't deserve to live.

Albert,

step out of the car.

Stand where I can see you.

It looks like
you got your German.

You know if you shoot me, you...

You are not going
to leave this place alive.

Well,

I guess you were right then.

About what?

A man who seeks revenge
digs two graves.

Put your hands up!

Put your hands up now
or we will shoot!

Take your pistol
out of your pocket.

Put it on the ground.

William,

the girl is dead.

You have no more moves.

So, please,

take your pistol
out of your jacket,

put it on the ground.

Slowly!

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