All language subtitles for The.Assignment.1997.720p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX].ENG

I have things to do.

What do you mean?

What I mean?
I mean get out!

1001, 1002, 1003

My name is Du Foltiere.

Intelligence Liaison Officer.

I understand that you are the
Deputy Chief of Station, CIA,
Paris.

And that you witnessed,
by coincidence, this attack.

You've told my subordinates

that you recognized the
terrorist as Carlos.

-Carlos recognized me.
-Yes.

The Deputy Chief of Station
did not recognize him,

but he recognized you.

We are both very well known
in this business,

but he was wearing a disguise.

But then how are you so sure
it was him?

I lit his cigarette.

He was holding my hand.

He grinned at me.

Obviously some of the members
are exploiting the oil price
differentials as a loophole.

This body has been
very precise in its policy.

-Is the conference
still in progress?
-Yeah, but, sir

I have an urgent delivery.

Sweetheart?
Do you want to live?

Please

Everyone, freeze!

My name is Carlos,

and you'll do as I say.

We've got company.

You, sir, stand up.
Stand up.

How does this work?

Is it like this? Like this?

Maybe like this?

Like this!

$20 million in ransom.

The leader claims to be
Carlos. He wants the credit,

and the Austrians
want a positive ID.

Who brought up my name? You?

No, the guy who claims to be
Carlos brought up your name.

-The Austrians want you there
to ID him.
-Where?

At the airport.
Tonight, 2 a.m.

That's when they're gonna
provide the plane to fly him
and his hostages to Libya.

They're going to let him walk?

They've got no choice.
Do they?

Bullshit they've
got no choice.

-Let them handle
like the Israelis.
-They're not the Israelis.

Let me explain something
to you, Mickey, really simple.

I'll identify him at the
airport. I'll get really close
to him.

I'll make one clean shot and
that'll be the end of this
prick and the end of shit.

-This prick has got 70
hostages.
-Fuck the hostages.

What did you say?

We'll handle it with a
minimum loss of life.

We'll handle this with
no loss of life.

You don't get it, do you?

He's not going to invest
that $20 million
in a pension plan.

He's going to use it to
finance his next hit, maybe
against us.

-Let me assemble a team
-God damn it.
There is no team to assemble.

We are something fucking
dinosaur or something.

We are out of the
assassination business.

I know you got some personal
hard-on against this guy

'cause he made you look
like an asshole.

And now he's gonna
rub your nose in it.
Well, so fucking what?

I can appreciate your
feelings, but it's not going
down on our soil.

It's not with our nationals.
It's not our fight.

I look forward to meeting you,
Carlos.

We're not in the assassination
business anymore.

Come on, my fat friend.
It's only rain. Come, bring
the others.

Is that him?

It looks like him,
but I can't tell for sure
from here in this rain.

I've got to get a little
closer. Come on.

-Okay.
-You don't need a hat.

Oh, you want it. Okay.

Okay, who do we have to thank
for this plane?

Minister of the Interior.
I'm sorry this had to happen
here.

We have no quarrel
with your

with your government.
Excuse me.

-Pardon, monsieur.
-Do you want another light?

We were never properly
introduced.

My name is Carlos.

Eat shit and die slow.
Henry, no!

Don't be seen shaking his
hand.

Such language.

Shocking, really.

You see this man? CIA.
Henry Fields.

How do you feel?

I no speak English.

You spoke English well enough
to your contact, the street
vendor.

-We are both professionals,
Carlos.

My name is Ramirez.

-Oh, sure, I know what your
name is. Illich Ramirez.
-No Illich.

Alias Carlos Sanchez,
alias Carlos Martinez,
alias The Jackal.

I am a tourist, not Carlos.

What was your target in
Israel?

The Wailing Wall?
Temple Mount?

Tourist. That's all!

Tourist.

Listen to me, you piece of
shit! I'm trying hard to be
professional about this.

But you are in Israeli hands
now, so don't play games
with me.

Israeli hands?

You're telling me,
you're Israeli?
You're not Arabs?

I'm in some kind of

I'm in an Israeli prison.
Is that what
you're telling me?

It's amazing how much
your English has improved
in just a few seconds.

There's been a mistake.
I don't know who
you think I am.

I am a Lieutenant Commander
in the United States Navy.

I am Annibal Ramirez

of the U.S.S.
Yorktown Sixth Fleet
docked in Haifa.

I am not Illich or Carlos or
The Jackal or whoever
the fuck you think.

No.

Please. Get on the phone.

Call the U.S. Embassy and ask
for the Sixth-Fleet liaison
officer.

-He'll confirm everything
I just said
-Remarkable performance.

The chutzpa of it
is unbelievable.

I take my hat off to you,
Carlos.

Your hat off?

I'll tear your
fucking head off
and shit down your throat!

You call the embassy and ask
for the Sixth-Fleet liaison
office.

And then, you fucker,

you go out and get yourself
a very good lawyer.

Because, you know what,
I'm going to sue you so bad,

your great great grandchildren
will still be in debt.

Give me a break.

If you were an American
Officer, you'd have ID papers
and dog tags.

I ditched them in an alley
just before your goons got me.

-Oh, you ditched them?
-Per instructions. I am a U.S.
officer on shore leave

in the Middle East and
must travel as a civilian.

That's why I said I was Cuban,
not American.

You broke my rib, you asshole.
I'll sue you and your
government.

I'm going to sue every fucking
Israeli I can get my hands on.

Do you understand me?

I'm going to sue
Menachem Begin,

I'm going to sue Moshe Dayan

and the B'nai B'rith!

Or whatever the fuck
you call it!

All right. Yes.

Yes, good.

Oy.

Good eye, Joey.

Dad!

Oh!

-Are you okay?
-Are you all right?

I'm fine.

Lt. Commander Ramirez?

Holy cow!

-Can I help you?
-Yeah, my name is Jack Shaw.

I'm with the government.
Can I come in for a minute?

I want to talk to you
about what happened in Israel.

I'll sue the government,
the guy who broke my ribs
and Golda Meir.

That'll be difficult.
Mrs. Meir is deceased.

Then they'll have to dig her
up because I intend to sue.

That's not exactly in my
field of expertise.

Specifically,
I am with the CIA.

You're CIA?

Does the man in
this photograph look
familiar to you?

Holy shit!

That's not me. I know it
looks like me,
but it's not me.

-I know it's not you, too.
-Is this that Carlos guy?

-Look!
-Joey, get down out of there.
Be careful.

This is the only recent photo
we have of him.
Taken half a mile away.

It was taken by the Israelis.

You can't blame them for the
mix-up.

I hope you're not trying
to talk me out of my lawsuit.

They kept me chained up for
two days

after I identified myself.

-They knew who I was.
-I'm not here about your
lawsuit.

-I'm trying to tell you
-Can I finish?

Yes, sir.

Carlos is the single most
vicious terrorist
in the whole world.

He has carried out the worst
terrorist acts in modern
history.

Men, women, kids.
Kids like your boy down there.

Blown to bits.
Slaughtered in cold blood.

-Why did you join the Navy?
-To serve my country.

To protect her from her
enemies.

Carlos is one
of her biggest enemies today.

As terrorism is a growth
industry,
he's a bigger enemy every day.

Why are you telling me all
this?

Most of the free world
has been after Carlos
for the past ten years.

And they have come up with
nothing.

There is only one way to get
him.

There is exactly one person,

in the whole world, who can
get him.

-How the hell would I get him?
-You'll need to think it over.

The answer's no.

I was trained as a naval
officer.
You came to the wrong address.

The man you're looking for is
Bond.

James Bond.
He lives in England,
drives an Aston Martin.

You can't miss him.

Admiral Crawford,
this is Commander
and Mrs. Ward Scowcroft.

I know your family well.
I was with your father
at the Academy.

I expect great things
from you, Ward. Great things.

I won't let you down, sir.

Lt. Commander
and Mrs. Annibal Ramirez.

-Annabelle?
-Annibal, sir.

I'm glad to see we're getting
some
Mexican-American officers.

I'm an L.A. boy myself.
I have a soft spot for
Mexican food.

My stomach doesn't always
agree.

We'd love to have you
over to dinner, Admiral.

We eat Cuban food.

I think your stomach
would find that more
agreeable.

Not to mention
your taste buds.

-You're Cuban-Americans?
-Yes, sir.

-If he can't appreciate that,
it's his problem.

It's okay, don't worry.

His wife asked me
to mow her lawn,
so we'll always have food.

This is a coincidence.

I was over at your lovely
house the other day,

but I had to leave suddenly
and never got to make your
acquaintance.

The pleasure is mine.

-Shaw. Jack Shaw.
-SenorShaw.
Mucho gusto.

My wife speaks English.
So do I.

I should have realized you'd
feel embarrassed speaking
Spanish here.

Who is he?

-A white wine and a club soda.
-Yes, sir.

Let me guess,
the wine is for your wife?

You're afraid to loosen up
in front of the brass.

How can you stand this shit?
They're all so fucking
constipated.

My wife is waiting for her
soda.

There's a fiery retort!

How about fuck you, pal?

I'd believe it if it was
louder.

Look at these guys.

You don't belong with these
guys. You belong to me.

Remember what Darth Vader
said, Come over to the dark
side. Come over, Annibal.

You have no idea of the power
we have.

I want nothing to do with you.
Get it through your thick
skull.

Your country came to you
requesting help and you
turned it down.

Not exactly promotion
material. Know what I mean?

Are you threatening me? The
answer is no, and that is the
end of it.

Now get a life.

That pest won't leave me
alone.

Jesus Christ!

-What do you want?
-What time is it?

-What time is it?
-What time is it?

-It's 1: 15.
-Precisely.

Yes

It's for you.

Hello? Who the

Yes, sir.

Your wife
and kid go to the store.
Carlos has been there first.

He's planted a bomb.

The boy you're going to see
lived.
You tell me if he was lucky.

Dr. Shaw, is this the
specialist?

Yes, Dr. Ramirez.

Mr. and Mrs. Newcomb
are the parents of the
wounded boy.

-Will you do the surgery?
-It's all in his hands.

-They tell us you're the best
there is.
-He's the only one.

Here's the boy's chart,
Doctor.

One kidney has been destroyed.
The left lung has been
perforated.

The spleen, the large
intestine and stomach lining
are all torn.

There are over
individual pieces of shrapnel.

It's a trademark device of
Carlos'.

Designed not to kill
but to maim.

You're a sadistic son of a
bitch.

You used those poor people.
You'd use anything to get
what you want.

To get what I want?
Let me show you what I want.

There's some photographs
in there of some of Carlos'
victims.

Until you came along, all we
could do was take pictures of
his victims.

I told them you were the only
one.

It's true. We got a good
doctor.

But you are the only one
who can get The Jackal.

I'm not the bad guy, Annibal.
Carlos is.

Go talk to him.

-Take care of your mother.
-Why do you have to go?

Because I finally
got my chance
to go into subs.

Why can't somebody else's
daddy go into subs, and you
can stay here?

Because I'm the one they
chose. And because your dad
can do the job.

Listen to me, no whining,
okay?

Bye, sweetie.

Are you going to miss me?

-Bye, sweetie.
-Take care.

This is an ad hoc operation
set up
specifically for your mission.

-From here on,
your name is Miguel.
-Miguel?

That's security.

-So your name isn't really
Jack Shaw?
-Of course it is.

Nice place.

Yes, there's a toilet in
every room.

-Your mother is
Irish-American?
-Yes, she is.

That's how come
the blue eyes.
Something wrong, Miguel?

No.

Your father was
in a Cuban prison.
Is that correct?

-That's correct, sir.
-Your mother took you to
visit him.

I see you've done your
homework, sir.

Miguel, no one is supposed to
know you are anything but a
student.

Don't call me sir. It's like
a sign on your forehead
that says military.

-From here on out,
forget the Navy.
-Yes, sir.

Sire.

Okay, I've got you.

This is a satellite tracking
centre.

If Carlos ever
uncovers our plot,

he will try to find a way
to kill us first.

Carlos has two main safe
houses.

One in Libya, one in East
Germany.

Our satellites pass over three
times a day.

The Russians know when.

So we have to assume
Carlos knows as well.

There's another fella here
I want you to meet.

Although I think
you're already acquainted.

What the fuck is this?

Hello. My name's Amos.

I didn't recognize you without
my foot chained to the floor.

I hope there are no hard
feelings.

There are a lot of hard
feelings.

You're going to be hearing
from my lawyer.

Outside of myself,
he's the most important
person here.

We're working with the
Israelis.
Amos has studied Carlos.

He took the photo in Libya.

Why didn't you just kill him?

Don't let this equipment fool
you. Carlos has the home
court advantage.

He has three layers of
protection
at all times.

Next, and most importantly,
anyone who hits Carlos

will unleash against himself
a fanatical wave of terrorism.

-Fanatical.
-Okay.

That, by the way, is the last
question you're going to ask.

From here on,
you get information
when we want you to get it.

You don't ask questions.
You just do as you're told.

This won't be
like the Navy.

We'll push you to the limit.

Fatigue, frustration, fear.
You're going to be terrified.

When do we start?
We already have.

What were the names on the
last three tombstones on
your right?

I don't know.
I wasn't looking.
-Guillaume, Gautier, Smith.

Carlos is always looking.
Always paying attention.

Carlos is the master
of the survival
techniques we will teach you.

For him there are no rules,

but you are a rules follower,
aren't you?

-If you say so.
-If you say so.

Carlos is the opposite.
That's what makes it so
seductive.

He can kill whomever he
chooses. He can take
whatever he chooses.

It is to be, in many ways,
a superman.

If you can learn
what we can teach you, you
could be one of them, too.

If you don't, you're going to
be one of them.

Another dead soldier.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

How's the porridge.
You like it?

-It's okay. Not bad.
-Good.

Finish everything in the pot.

-There's eight or nine
helpings.
-No questions. Just do.

Remember not only the names,
but the positions of the
stones.

When I call out a name,
you whirl and shoot.

-It's fucking freezing.
-Brisson!

Can I get some gloves?

No luxuries. Dupres!

You get comfortable,
you'll get killed.

Pacquet!

Reload.

Go.

Time.

Top shelf: Milk, juice,

maybe some cottage cheese.
A couple of beers. Tomatoes.

-I don't know what else.
-What kind of milk? Was it
opened or closed?

What kind of juice?
How full was the bottle?

What kind of cheese?

How many beers and tomatoes?

This is life and death.

The cupboard over the stove.

You've got four seconds.
How many cups,
plates, saucers.

Look this time.

Go.

Time.

-Name and place of birth?
-Illich Ramirez Sanchez.

-Caracas, Venezuela.
-Father?

Dr. Jose Altagracia Ramirez
Sanchez.

-Must you smoke that cigar?
-Yes.

Carlos' father abandoned his
family because he wanted to
be a playboy.

Your father abandoned you
when he was sent to jail.

Either way, it's lonely boy
missing his father.

Use your own experiences
to create an image
of Carlos' father.

So, when you talk about him
you have the same emotion.

The same love.
The same resentment.

The same sadness.

The same anger.

So who told you to stop?

What's that?
A transmitter.

-For what?
-Target practice.
You're the target.

Jose! Bouvier!

Jose!

You're dead.

You've finished all your
porridge.

I've finished all my porridge.

Good.

You can have some more.

I ain't eating any more shit.

Whatever is the matter?

I'll tell you what the
matter is.

I've been here eight fucking
weeks! All I've had to eat
the whole time is this shit.

I'm losing weight.
I'm shitting 3-4 times a day.

You nearly killed me
with those snowmobiles.

It's Christmas Eve, and I
haven't seen my family in
two months.

And I still don't know what
I'm supposed to be
learning here.

You're acting like a spoiled
brat.

Which is going to save your
life.

Acting like a tight-ass Navy
brass is exactly what will
get you killed.

As a child, Carlos was fed
porridge.
He hated it.

Everyone he's ever been
close to he told
about that porridge.

How the very smell of it
made him feel sick.
Now it makes you sick.

In school
he was a scrawny kid.

He felt clumsy.

-We made you feel clumsy.
-Carlos' father smoked cigars.

The same ones whose smell
you complained about.

The cover that will save your
life is one you believe in
yourself.

Ready for the next test?

Your wife has told you
she was away from the house
for a week.

Now you come home together.

Walk through the house.
Don't arouse
her suspicion.

You have 30 seconds.
Find out if she's lying.

Then we'll answer some of
your questions.

-Time's up.
-Is she telling the truth?

-She had a man over.
-How do you know?

She hasn't been here for a
week?
The sponge is still wet.

That means she washed
the dishes.

There's water
under the dish rack.

The milk is fresh.

From the date on it,
it was probably bought
yesterday.

Same with the margarine
and bread.

-How do you know it was a man?
-She might have met him
at a bar.

A book of matches was thrown
out.

-There was ash
from a cigarette.
-What else?

I think they made love
on the sofa.

The cushions were
hastily turned,

and there's a heavy
shoe indentation
right next to it.

I know it was a man
from the smell of cheap
aftershave.

Jack, you've been fucking
my wife.

Rousseau! Bouvier!

Flint! Brisson!

Not bad, huh?

The plan is to
get the KGB to eliminate
Carlos for us.

Carlos knows all
the links between the KGB
and terrorist organizations.

He's not just
a smoking gun.

He knows everything.

If we can get the KGB to think
that Carlos is going over to
the CIA,

they'll take him out for us.

Why would they think that?

Money. $50 million.

Not for revolution, for his
pocket.

A new identity and
CIA protection.

If we lay it out right,
they'll believe it.

-When do we move?
-Not so fast.
You're not ready.

I'd say at least two months.

-Two months?
-At least.

Are you crazy?

Bullshit!

I'm ready now.

You give me any test you want,
I'll pass it.

I've already passed all your
tests.

No wonder you haven't caught
him.

You've had me training
in Siberia

to catch someone
in the Middle East!

-How long does it take to
work?
-It should be hitting him now.

Jack! Amos!

I told you I didn't want
anything to do with this.

Fuck you.

Are you looking for me, amigo?

-Hey, Joey.
-Pitch it to me.

-Watch!
-Joey, get out of there!

Ready?
Yes.

No!

I hope we didn't go too far.

I'm not gonna let him
wind up in a mental
institution fucked up on LSD.

It's better than being shot
in some back alley in Libya.

If he can't handle this,
he sure as shit can't handle
going operational.

What's next?

Your new instructor
will be Carlos' girlfriend
from eight years ago.

She's French.
Her name is Carla.

-She'll teach you what
we can't.
-Why is she helping us?

Carlos used her.

How did he use her?

He put her on an airplane
with a bomb in her suitcase.

If it hadn't been found, she'd
have gone up with everything
else.

The song says there must be
50 ways to leave your lover,
make it 51.

She's about 32.
She's very attractive.

-Yeah, it won't be a hardship.
-What won't be a hardship?

Doing it. Fucking her.

Our way in is through
another girl,
Agnieska.

She's the key to the trap.

The KGB will be watching her.

If she's convinced,
so will they be.

You'll then ask Agnieska
to do a bank transaction.

So she has to believe
you're him,
or she won't risk it.

You're not cheating on your
wife.
You're fucking for your flag.

Close your eyes
and think of England.

Hello?

The thing about Carlos is,
he doesn't lose himself
with a woman.

Lovers are different to him.
He might have a use for them.

So, he has to seduce them
properly.

Make sure they're so crazy
for him
they'll do anything for him.

It is not pleasure for him.

It is a sick kind of conquest.

He'll do anything.

He's the perfect lover.

He doesn't do it to please
you,
but to excite you.

To make it dangerous for you.

The danger is very sexy
to a woman.

He could kill you in a second,
but instead he makes you come.

And it's like he's killed you
and there isn't anything left
of you.

It's like he makes you born
again
the way he wants you to be.

There isn't a thought in your
brain
that he hasn't put there.

Not a feeling in your body
that he hasn't put there.

You understand?

Take off your clothes.

Just like that?

Look I don't want to know
your name or anything about
you.

I'm not here to be romantic.

I'm here to help you kill him.

I hope that's what you'll do.

It is.

Take off your clothes.

You're smaller than him.

Really

That's what he would have done
if I'd said something
like that.

What's wrong with you?

-I'm sorry.
-Shut up.

Come to me.

Come, kiss where you hit.

Kiss where the blood is.

Smear it on my lip
so I taste it.

Now go down on me.

Don't let me come.

Control me.

It's got to be when
he wants it.

The KGB has set up
a surveillance on Agnieska.

Agnieska has received word
from Carlos,

telling her to come and
meet you.

You will convince her
you're Carlos.

Ask her to handle some
banking,

so the KGB will know
Carlos is Ortega.

When they see you with
a CIA agent,

they'll know Carlos
has turned.

Unless this Agnieska sees
through me.

She was his lover.

She wasn't his wife.

Carlos excites her.

She wants to believe you
as a child wants to believe
in Santa Claus.

Where do I meet this Agnieska?

Libya. That's where Carlos is.

Libya?

Libya.

Jack doesn't know
we're having this talk,

and I don't want him to know.

You're going to feel
more alone than you've
ever felt in your life.

You'll think your heart's
going to jump out
of your chest.

You'll think everyone
around you can hear
your heart beating.

You'll think everyone
around you
is an enemy terrorist.

I want you to be
prepared for that.
So that you can deal with it.

Understand?
Nothing prepares you.

You mustn't panic.
You feel the fear and you
get rid of it.

Take some deep breaths,
splash some water on your face
and look in the mirror.

But when you do,

make sure it's Carlos
you find there.

Then everyone else will see
Carlos.

If anything goes wrong,

only Carlos can get you out.

Passport.

Ricardo Moran Vargas?

Si.

Your business?

Oil. The petroleum business.

Petroleum?

One sound and you're dead.

Carlos, when is he coming
here?

I don't know what you're
talking about.

Don't play games with me.

We know you're going
to meet him.

I don't know any Carlos.
I'm telling you the truth.

This gun has a silencer.
There will not be any noise.

-Now, talk.
-I don't know any Carlos.

I just came to visit
my girlfriend.
This is her apartment.

You're lying.

I swear I'm telling the truth.

Nice ass.

Turn around.

What are you going to do
to me?

Have some fun.

Then

I'll get something to eat,

because I'm famished.

You bastard.

I haven't seen you for
two years.

Don't lose your sense
of humor.

I had to be sure
I could still trust you.

And that cafe in Paris?

That grenade didn't prove
you could trust me?

That cafe in Paris

was a long time ago.

Yes, but when I heard
from you,

I came all the way out here.

I've been here
for hours.

Are you listening to me?

Listening.

You're different.

Tell me, who gave you
permission to go out?

You'll never change.

You'll never trust anybody.

I just wanted to go out
and get something to eat
for us.

I have everything I want
to eat

right in front of me.

What do you think he's
doing now?

Practicing safe sex,

I hope.

Oh, my God!

Now, let's eat.

What are you doing?

Getting air. Don't be nervous.

What do we have to eat?

I found caviar and pate.

You didn't like the food
I left?

I couldn't eat a bite of it.

I don't blame you.

-Who smokes non-filters?
-What?

-You don't smoke non-filters.
-What are you talking about?

That's what I'm talking about.

-Non-filtered cigarettes!
-Listen

I ran out of cigarettes,
and I bummed a cigarette
at the cafe.

-You bummed a cigarette?
-With coffee I need
a cigarette.

Okay. I'm sorry I didn't
believe you.

The nearest cafe is
two blocks away.

A cigarette wouldn't last
that long.

You bummed a cigarette in this
apartment.

This door was a signal.

Wasn't it, you bitch?

Who did you meet with?

I'll kill you! Who was it?

The French Secret Service.

DST.

Get out!

-Carlos?
-What?

We have to talk.
There's been a shooting
tonight.

A shooting?

What kind of
intelligence is this?

How the fuck could you
not know

she was working for
the French?

They didn't tell us about it.

We didn't tell them about you.

You were beautiful.

The Russians must be convinced
that was Carlos.

Work up a scenario for
the girl.

Carlos would have killed her.

The Russians saw the DST.

They know they were there to
get Carlos.

The French made it perfect
for us.

The KGB now think
you're Carlos.

You fucking maniac!

Jack,

I killed four men.

Annibal
Just a second!

I don't like killing
our allies!

Policemen get killed.
It happens.

I'd rather have you
feeling guilty

than them feeling guilty
about you.

You did what you had to do.

Carlos couldn't have done
any better.

Agnieska betray me?

I don't believe it.

This woman was so in love
with me

That if I asked her to suck
my uncle's dick she would
do it.

She was seen, Carlos.

Where is she now?

They've taken her to Paris.

I want that bitch dead.

You handle it.
Hit her in Paris,

right under their fucking
noses.

-When?
-Leave now! Right now!

Don't forget to leave Europe
through London.

Something else troubles me.

You're the only ones who knew
about this safe house.

So which one of you
was her contact?

I know it wasn't you,
my friend,

we go way back.

Is this seat taken?

No, go right ahead.

I'm going home

to my family.

This is not the time for this.

I'm not asking you,
I'm telling you.

I'm going home.

You said we can't move again
till he leaves Libya.

He might stay there
for a year.

No, he won't.

He's going to make a move
in Europe.

I'll confirm our connections.

A pack of Marlboro, please.

Thank you.

What are you doing here?

Buying cigarettes.
What are you doing here?

Excuse me. I only wanted
to know where I can get
a newspaper.

Idiot. Right in front of you.

Never address me in public.

Wait for me by
the phone booth.

Excuse me.

I asked if you knew where
I can get a newspaper.

You make the slightest move
and I shoot.

Now walk to the restroom
very carefully.

Tell me what I want to know,
or you're dead.

I don't know

Who are you?

Down.

Get out of here, now.

I won't let you die here.

I still have a lawsuit
against you.

My dear boy

My dear boy

I am dead.

Please God,
don't let it all be
for nothing.

Get out now!

I'll get you some help.

Shaw.

I was wondering what
the status was of the account.

Is it still open?

Yeah

It's off.

The director wants
an operational review board.

He asked me about
a newspaper

Shut up.

You should have shot him,

but you didn't have a gun.

There wasn't anything you
could do.

It was a password.

Anything you said
would have backfired.

I had the same thing once.

Awfully warm for this time
of year.

The reply was, Yes, but not
as sticky as two summers ago.

Not as sticky as two summers
ago.

Anything else, he even
hesitates,

I shoot him.

I shot him.

Just like the Jap was going
to do to you.

Bad luck for Amos.

Bad luck for us.

You and me,
we're out of here.

Just like that?

I'm not the Madam, kid.

I'm just one of the whores.

So are you.

Papi,you're home!

Hi, Joey.

Look who's back.

Come on,
I've got stuff to show you.

Annibal, stop it.

What?

What is it?

You've been with another
woman.

What the hell made you say
that?

You're different.

I was on a submarine.
There aren't any women
on submarines.

Okay.

This is nice to come home to!

We didn't have shore leave.

You can check with
the fucking Navy.

I don't need to check.

And don't talk to me
like that.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna get something
to eat. Is that
all right with you?

Have you started smoking
again?

Yeah, I'll be doing heroin
soon.

You remember what to do?

Keep my eye on the ball.

And who's the guy that wins?

-Whoever has fun.
-Whoever has
the most fun wins.

Tyler, I'm not talking
just for fun.

You go out there and
you focus.

Hey, pal, lighten up.

What did you say?

Lighten up. It's just a game.

He's just a kid.

He's my kid, so why don't you
go fuck yourself.

What the fuck are you looking
at?

-I might be looking at
a dead man.
-Annibal, let's go sit down.

Annibelle, that's
a lovely name.

Take a walk, Tinkerbell.

Get with the team.
Play some ball.

Daddy!

Annibal.

Annibelle Ramirez.

Annibal.

Hey! Wait.

He's all yours.

Little League.

It's a tough game.

What are you doing here?

It's show time, sweetheart.

He's planning another attack.

He's on his way back
to East Berlin.

I need some time to think.

I nearly killed somebody
today.

I don't know about this
anymore.

Baseball dads deserve
no better.

I heard he was way out
of line.

You think Carlos has
turned sweet?

Don't tell me about Carlos.

I know exactly who Carlos is.

I'm saying that maybe there's
something more important
to me.

Like getting back to being me
and not some fucking maniac.

You want to get back
to being you?

Then finish it. Kill him.

When he's dead,
it's over with.

You're walking around with
his face.

Sooner or later,
one of the bad guys
will see it.

Next time there won't be
any Amos
to take a bullet for you.

Help me get him,

because you'll never know
if he'll come after you.

Listen to me.

I don't have any family
or any friends.

The only people that ever
mattered to me

were the ones that I killed.

And you.

Yeah, you.

I created you.

I won't just let you walk away
like that.

You didn't create me.

You infected me
with your poison.

I know that the kid in
the hospital

was a set-up.

You're going to get him
for me.

Goddamn, you're going to
get him!

Or I swear to God

I'll make sure he knows about
you.

I'll use you

and your family for bait!

You ever threaten
my family again

I'll kill you.

You want to try killing me?

You want to know who Carlos
is?

Look in the mirror.

You've got a Carlos problem.

That's the guy you've got
to get.

That's what it's all about.

You and your family

or The Jackal.

Oh, no.
I won't let you do it.

You're not going back to
those subs.

It's changed you.

You need help.

Maybe a stress disability.

Shut up.

No.

I want the man I married,

not the animal who's standing
here.

Where is he?

Because I don't want to be
married to who you are now.

I don't want our kids
to be raised by
whoever you are now.

The kids deserve their father
back.

I deserve my husband back.

Whatever it is about
your job

My job?
What do you think my job is?

What do you think is
out there?

A nice world

with shopping malls,

Little League and ballet?

People are killing out there.

I'm one of them.

I've murdered people.

Not with a missile from a sub,

but so their brains splattered
on me.

And they weren't even
the enemy, Maura.

They were allies.

But I couldn't blow my cover.

I've killed men.
I let a friend die.

I betrayed everything
I've ever believed in.

And you were right.

I fucked other women.

You know what's worse?

I've made you
and the children a target.

There is someone

that will kill you,

if I don't kill him first.

That's my job, Maura,

and if you don't mind,
I'm late for work.

Not till he's dead, Jack.

Shit.

Don't blow it, comrades.

Carlos, you will come with us.

Who are you, KGB?

What's the problem?

We have an agreement.

You thought we were from
your friend at the CIA?

Henry Fields.

Henry Fields?

Get dressed. You, don't move.

Go ahead, but you'd better
have a good explanation.

Give me my pants!

That's what was going on
in Libya.

The CIA

and the DST.

They're trying to set you up,

and you're falling for it.

I'd like to know your sources.

We have proof.

I'm going to tell you
something, my friend.

You'll be pleading for
my forgiveness before this
is over.

Okay, you want to go?

Let's go.

I want to be interrogated.

I demand to be interrogated

I've got you, you piece
of shit.

Who are you?

I'm you, motherfucker.

Now you eat shit
and die slow, amigo.

Hi, you want a light?

Annibal?

Awfully warm

for this time of year,
isn't it?

Not as sticky
as two summers ago.

Shit.

Annibal

Jesus, I'm sorry.

He's getting away.
Go after him.

Fuck him.
He's not going anywhere.

It's over, we won.

Jack,

I had him.

Come on. Lift up.

You did it.
The Russians bought it.

They think Carlos is
a traitor.

His terrorist days are over.

No place is safe for him.

His friends will give him up,
and when they do,

we'll be there.

Come on, Joey, let's go.
Get in the car.

Dad, where's Mom?

-No. No, I've gotta run.
-Maura, we're going
to be late.

They're waiting in the car.

I'll call you back.

I promise. Okay, goodbye.

Maura.
Okay, I'm coming.

How does one begin
to comprehend
a tragedy like this?

An officer returns home after
six months of hazardous duty.

He and his family are off
to church,

and in an instant they are
no more.

Our minds cannot grasp
the horror of this tragedy.

There is only faith.

An undying faith in
the Almighty.

Even though we cannot see it,
there is a plan.

Now you're free.

Bonjour, MonsieurMendoza.

Merci.

Papi,come on.