All language subtitles for Goodbye e amen 1977

- Dan... they're here.
- I'll be right there.

Good morning, Mr. Dannahay.

Morning.

- Is that Mussolini's balcony?
- That's the one.

- Hello, Dan.
- Good to see you.

- I'm not in for anyone.
- Okay.

General Electronic Company.
I'm sorry, he's out.

You'll travel as tourists.

Here are your tickets, passports
and photos.

Captain Udomi will be on the
plane. Ignore him.

Rogers, this time I'm giving
you a wife.

You'll meet her in Cairo,
Semiramis Hotel, Room 460.

Friday, 2 pm. sharp.

Married 9 years, with three children.

You're going to Johannesburg.

You'll get there the day before
the operation.

The President. He'll be the first
to go.

The Prime Minister.

Vincent, he's yours.

The Police Chief. Is he still
one of ours?

And here's our friend Colonel Watabi,
the next President.

We won't contact him until after
the operation.

The coup must look like an
internal affair.

Excuse me, Mr. Dannahay...

What about my foreign bank account?

You can't lose, Captain Udomi.

You're going to end up rich,
either at home or in exile.

Or I could end up facing a
firing squad.

- But you don't give a damn.
- I'm paid to do a job.

Any more questions?

Bad news. One of their secret agents
just arrived in Rome.

He was recognised at the airport.

He's traveling under the name of
Naruna, as an engineer.

Do you know him, Udomi?

Major Ermu! We must beware. He's
as cunning as a fox.

- His price?
- None.

- Good. How does he operate?
- With a team.

He's foiled three coups in two years.

Maybe we should suspend the operation

to avoid needless risks or mistakes.

Mistakes?

Whose mistakes, Vincent?

Could this Ermu be here for
other reasons?

No. He's here because of us.

The operation will go ahead.

In a few days we'll be out of
the State Department�s control.

We'll be free to act once the
ambassador's left Rome.

Then Washington will have to play
by our rules.

But you will only act under
totally secure conditions.

Are you still with us Udomi?

- Yes.
- Good.

Parent�.!

- Mr. Parenti, that contract...
- Later.

Don't ever pull that trick
on me again.

They trust me because I know
everything.

And I'm always the first to know.

- Sonnets.
- What's he got to do with it?

He gave me those orders last night.

To break the news to Udomi bluntly,
without softening it.

Udomi had to decide if he wanted
in or out.

Who gives the orders here?

The Chief is afraid you could
act rashly,

desperate for a success after
the Beirut disaster.

Beirut?

Beirut wasn't my fault. Our
collaborators stuffed up.

- It was a bad operation.
- Badly executed.

Perhaps.

- Don't try it again.
- Please...

You take orders from me, not
Conners. Get it?

We've been working together for years.

I know.

- Let's get to work then.
- Okay.

Major Ermu booked in at the
Central Hotel. He's alone.

- No contacts?
- None.

He stayed in his room the whole time.

He left it half an hour ago.

He went shopping like an ordinary
tourist.

- Did he make an calls?
- Just one, five minutes ago.

45-16-61.

Are you sure about the number?

Positive. All he said was to call
him back in an hour.

That's Lambert's number.

- Lambert?
- Yes.

- Harry Lambert?
- That's right.

No, Harry! You're not going.
You're not leaving me!

Can't you see we're wrong for
each other?

Wrong? I know why we're wrong
for each other.

I've spoken to my lawyer in
Los Angeles.

What about the boy, Harry?

He can go to my sister in Chicago.

- He'll be better off there.
- How can you say that.

How can you talk like that?
We're human beings!

Don't start! Have a whisky and
leave me alone.

- No, Harry! Don't leave me.
- Stop it! That's enough.

Dad, Dad!

It's all your fault!

You never leave him alone.
You're always nagging him.

You're a bad wife.

- Renata, it's Dan.
- Hello.

- Is Harry home?
- He just left.

- Where did he go?
- I don't know. He's left me.

Again...

- I need to see you.
- I can't right now.

Please, Dan. I'm going crazy.

I said not now.

- Please! I need to talk.
- Okay, I'll come when I can.

- Call me if Harry comes home.
- All right.

Thank you.

- Goldie...
- I heard. Lambert's number.

- Don't lose him.
- What if he meets Lambert?

- Stop him. By any means.
- Okay.

- Our men leave in two hours.
- I know.

I'll miss Rome but I'm glad to
be going home.

- Mr. Ambassador...
- Good morning.

The C.I.A behave like they own
the place.

- It'll get worse after you go.
- I know.

I'm glad I don't have to put up
with them much longer.

Have you found out why that blasted
African is there?

We're investigating, Conners.

Meanwhile, I postponed the trip.

- Having a change of heart?
- No, just playing safe.

- You said it was easy.
- Feasible, I said.

No. In your report you used the
word "easy".

Excuse me.

Dannahay...

Dannahay, I'm looking at a copy
of your report.

Are you there?

You're right, Conners.

I said it was easy, and it is.

Is that all?

So I can report the operation
is proceeding as planned.

No diplomatic incidents. Act
only if it's easy.

- Need anything?
- No. I'll be in touch.

You didn't mention Lambert.

I'll deal with Lambert. Let's go.

Harry?

Where are you?

Mr. Dannahay, please. Hurry.

Dan, Harry came back. He took
a gun.

Good evening, sir. America's
a great country.

I'm a victim of bad luck. Please,
help me.

My wife is paralysed, my children
are starving.

Stop bothering me or I'll call
the police.

Go ahead. I've nothing to hide.

You find me disgusting because
I'm needy...

Get lost.

Lovely lady, may I ask you for a
small donation?

Please!

Even outside the hotel...

They're everywhere these days.

What's wrong with him?

He's dead!

But... who was in here?

So he came back and took the gun.

- And the case. See?
- Which case?

The one I gave him before our
trip to Africa.

Did he take anything else? Clothes,
money...

No. All his clothes are in the bedroom
where I was.

- Why does he need a gun?
- That's what worries me.

Keep back. Stand back, please.

Good evening Inspector.

It happened 15 minutes ago.

- Who is he?
- Agostino, a beggar.

- What happened?
- There was a shot and he fell.

- Who fired it?
- We didn't see anybody.

On the terrace! I saw him.
The hotel terrace!

The terrace!

She's right, he's up there.
Give use some light.

There he is, with the gun!

Jack, did you hear?

Jack... What's your real name?

Giacomo... Giacomino!

He'd sleep through anything.

Wake up. It's not a movie. They're
real gunshots.

Please, darling. I've taken
sleeping pills.

Tomorrow's scene is difficult. If
I'm tired I'll forget my lines.

Keep an eye on the terrace.

Stop that taxi.

There's a gunman on the terrace.

Somebody call an ambulance.

- Are they still alive?
- No, they're both dead.

I'm ready! What is it?

Two dead men right outside the hotel.

- The police are there.
- Fine.

Two men, dead. Shot dead.

Who did it? How?

How would I know?

I have to go home.

My husband's back tomorrow. I
don't want to be stuck here.

Never in hotels, I always say.

You can't go. We're rehearsing
my lines tomorrow.

How did that tricky one go?

- Shit!
- Wait, you're naked...

You're quite disgusting, you know.

Take you donger inside.

Move!

- Just the two of you here?
- Yes.

What do you want? Money?

He's not a thief.

- You know who I am?
- You killed those two men.

Nice to meet you.

- We're ready to go in.
- Not yet.

But you must act before he kills
someone else.

We're waiting for Inspector Moreno.

He's in charge of the anti-
terrorist unit.

- Amt-what?
- Terrorist.

Watch the terrace. The shots
came from there.

- So now there are two.
- We saw him running away.

A sniper in this crowd...
We have a problem.

I don't want bodies lying around.
Call the coroner.

- That looks like the police.
- It is.

- What's going on?
- Nothing, madam. Welcome.

- They're hiding something.
- Let's go, dear.

We don't know who he is yet, sir.

Yes, probably a madman.

I'll issue the men with bulletproof
vests. Thank you.

- He'll be hiding in the crowd.
- Probably. The hotel is full.

Please, we must avoid spreading panic.

We have to search the hotel. You'll
follow my instructions.

I'd like it all to be over
before breakfast.

Reception, call every room, starting
from the top floor.

Put the calls through here. Berti,
check the guest book.

- Room 901.
- Yes?

Sorry to bother you. This is
the police.

Listen carefully.

We're looking for a gunman.
Don't panic...

If he's in your room, just cough.

- I haven't seen any gunman.
- Thank you, sir.

We'll send someone up shortly
to check.

Ask everyone the same question.
It might work.

- Room 902.
- Hello?

We'll search all rooms as soon
as our men get here.

No way!

Harry was always sniffing after
someone else to bed.

And now he's found her. My replacement!

But it's my fault. I married a man
who didn't love me.

Roy! Go back to bed.

I won't! I want to know what
you're up to.

To bed, young man. Your Mum
and I have to talk.

He's angry at me.

He thinks I'm making Harry's
life miserable.

How can I tell him his father
wants to leave us for a lover?

I'm sure it's not that bad.

He doesn't make love to me anymore.

How long has it been?

Almost four months.

- He was okay in Africa?
- No.

The whole time we were there he
spoke to me maybe twice.

I hardly ever saw him.

Why did he take me along?

- If the man is there, cough.
- No, there's no one here.

The police will be there shortly
to search the room.

Thank you.

You'd better cover your dick, cowboy.

Did you hear? Move it.

You too, madam. Get dressed.

Cordon off the floor.

Police. We're here for the search.

- Who is it? The police?
- Yes, madam.

Goodness me!

Thank you. Lock yourself in
till further notice.

Open the door.

Good evening. Sorry to bother you.

Aren't you a famous actor?

I think I've seen you in a movie.

- Good evening.
- I hear there's some trouble.

Yes, big trouble.

Good night, madam.

My apologies again.

Lock yourselves in till further
notice.

He's here!

Shut the door or I'll kill you.
Hurry! The chain too.

No, there are hostages. Let's
get him away.

Get out of here or I'll kill
these two!

He's there... in that room!

Get inside!

Evacuate the floor.

- The killer's in there!
- You must leave, madam.

I saw him! He was on the terrace.

Everybody please stay calm. Don't panic.

Come with me, quickly.

Everybody out of the lift, please.

I heard him. He's American. He
has a Southern accent.

You must believe me.

Why do we have to evacuate because
of one gunman?

I'm a Texas ranger. Give me the
gun and I'll blast him.

I'll shove it up his arse. Just
give me the gun.

- Stop that or I'll arrest you.
- Do it yourselves, then.

Go on, tie that asshole up.

And no tricks. I'm watching you.

Twist it around his wrists. Two,
three times.

That's it.

Now tie a knot, nice and tight.

This isn't one of your movies
where the hero always wins.

You'd better behave.

And no tricks or I'll kill you
right now.

- Instead of later, you mean?
- I don't know. We'll see.

What was that line you were
rehearsing?

That's right.

Unconditional surrender. Now,
go to the bedroom.

Come on, hurry up.

Make yourself comfortable.

Tie him to the bedhead.

Tightly. Another twist...

This time you do your own
stunts, cowboy.

That'll do. Now come with me.

You must not enter that room unless
I say so. Is that clear?

If you need to go to the toilet,
use that one.

Excuse me.

- Will it be over by noon?
- Why?

I have an appointment with my husband.

By then he'll know you were here
screwing, naughty girl.

I'll have to make it up to him.

This is Inspector Moreno.

I'm talking to the man in room 845.

The hotel is surrounded. There's
no escape.

Come outwith your hands up.

I promise you won't be harmed.

The magistrate is here with me
and we give you our word.

Same is dead.

Go ahead.

We don't want to harm you.

Give yourself up or you'll only
make it worse for yourself.

Open the door slowly and come out
with your hands up.

I repeat, you won't be harmed.
I guarantee it.

Leave the gun in the room and
open the door slowly.

Come outwith your hands up.

Call him on the phone.

- Why me?
- You have a nice voice.

- M
dam-fibula�.

We know you're American.

We've notified your embassy. You'll
have every...

They're calling from the room.

Inspector Moreno.

He said you must stop talking
rubbish or he'll kill one of us.

- He means it.
- Let me talk to him.

No deal.

He's protecting his identity.
What does he want?

- They asked what you want.
- Three coffees, please.

He wants... coffee.

Three coffees.

Black.

- Black.
- And cornflakes.

And cornflakes.

Twelve large boxes of them, right
outside, right now.

Twelve large boxes of cornflakes
outside the door.

Twelve boxes of cornflakes...
all for himself?

- Listen, Mister...
- Shut up, cowboy.

I can't stand being tied up. I'm
stressing out!

Shut up.

Inspector...

It was on the terrace. There's a
name and address.

All right, check it out.

Please! Please untie me.

I'm going crazy. Why do I have to
be tied up?

Pretend it's a scene from a movie.

- It's not fair!
- I'm the director, you obey.

I won't do anything. I promise.
Please!

Can I give him a sedative?
He needs it.

All right.

- Where are you going?
- To get my beauty case.

Bring it here and show me.

Relax, Jack.

You're a fine looking woman.

How come you're screwing that
asshole? Boredom?

I like him. And I admire him.

- I need a glass of water.
- I know baby.

Hey, lady...

- I don't need that.
- Take it.

- No.
- It'll do you good.

I didn't know you were so brave.

- Me?
- Yes. The cough.

Harry won't be back tonight.

- How's your bank account.
- In the red.

It never happened before.

Does this girl have a name?

Mafia So�.

I heard him talking to her on
the phone once.

You've no idea the things a man
in love can say.

I felt like I was being stabbed.

Come here, Dan.

It wouldn't mean anything. Forget it.

I've been thinking about it.
And you have, too.

Look, you're depressed.

You should get some rest.

Harry!

It's not Harry. It's the police.

Harry Lambert?

- What are you waiting for?
- We're just waiting.

- What happens now?
- What do you think?

Usually in these situations...

after he ties up the hero, the
baddie rapes the woman.

In B-grade movies, of course.

Of course.

How would you react to that?

Whenever it happens, I always
react the same way.

There's a technical problem that
worries me.

While I make love to you, you
could easily grab the gun.

Don't try the hooker act with me.
It won't work.

Why are you doing this?

Hey Mister...

I need to go to the toilet.

I said I need to go!

Tie a knot in your dick.

- But... I mean it!
- So do I.

Let me at least have a piss!

Leave it to me.

I did a nursing course.

It doesn't bother me.

Sorry for the trouble.

Turn sideways.

- Well?
- I'm embarrassed.

There's no need to be.

Thank you.

- Well?
- Done.

We're the police. Try to get
him near the basin.

What are you doing in there?

Did you need to go too?

Would you get the brush from
my beauty case?

In here. I have to talk to you.

- What is it?
- Listen...

I hardly know that guy. Why not
just keep him?

- Shoot.
- I can't. He's behind her.

Please let me go.

I'd like to... but I can't.

I'm sorry.

Don't touch her, you son of
a bitch!

Bloody coward!

Now...

down on your knees.

And now say...

"I'm a filthy whore."

. am...

Listen. I know why you did it.

I'd have done the same.

Come on, call them on the phone.

- Moreno, can you hear me?
- Yes, speak.

If you try another stunt he'll
kill one of us.

- And he wants the coffee.
- Okay.

An agent from the American embassy.

- John Dannahay, C.I.A.
- Moreno.

- What can you tell me?
- I may know the gunman.

He's locked himself in a room
with two hostages.

One is a woman.

Top floor. Second to the right
of the light.

- Why is he doing this?
- I don't know.

But he's an embassy official so
I'd like to co-operate.

Mr. Dannahay, stay behind cover.

What do you suggest?

With all your men, it should
be easy to get him.

- How?
- You could burst in.

What about the hostages?

I don't want any more victims.

HQ on the �he. Mr. Gunners.

- What's new, Dannahay?
- Complications.

What kind of complications?

There's a spy in the embassy.

Go on.

His name is Lambert.

Harry Lambert. He's an embassy attache.

I wanted to get rid of him but
he found out,

and now he's barricaded in the
Hilton with two hostages.

He's killed two civilians and
a policeman.

When this hits the papers
we're in the shit.

Another failure, Dannahay.

- Listen, Conners...
- This Lambert...

Is he the one you used in Africa?

He's a hunter. Perfect cover
on a safari.

I'll have to see about having
you replaced.

Suspend the operation. We're starting
from scratch.

I won't be brushed aside.

- But I have to suspend you.
- Look, I know you're the boss.

But I'm the only one who really
knows the score.

I know what cards to play.

We go ahead as planned. I'll fix
everything in 24 hours.

Good bye.

He wants to screw me.

You can pull out if you like.

No. I want to see how you manage.

Smart move. You're in for a promotion.

I'll have one.

You know...

In a way, Harry's doing us a favour.

While he's in there he can't
communicate with the African.

He can't give us any trouble.

Come on, bring in the coffee.

Put it on the table.

Now go back out there.

Open the boxes and sprinkle the
flakes on the floor outside.

Run..

And I'll shoot you.

Spread them out.

Come on...

Close to the wall. And also by
the door.

Now.

Watch it. Any tricks and I'll
kill your friend.

What are you waiting for?

You drink it.

Give some to the cowboy.

I'm going to wait an hour to
make sure it's not spiked.

You were wonderful.

No, darling.

I'm a coward.

I want you to know the truth.

I wasn't being brave. It was
a real cough.

I couldn't help it.

It's okay, don't worry. We'll
make it. We have to.

What are you two up to?

Harry, can you hear me? It's me,
Renata. Your wife.

Tell him you love him.

- I love you, Harry.
- Louder!

I love you, Harry!

Please, call me on the phone.

I want to talk to you, honey.

You must come out.

They've promised they won't
harm you.

At least free the hostages.

Please, at least free the hostages.

Mr. Lambert...

We know you're an official of
the U.S. embassy.

Mr. Lambert, your wife is here.
Why don't you speak to her?

Harry!

Don't kill any more. Please!
Think of your son.

I'll never understand women.

Go and tell her to stop.

No, mister, no!

Stop! Make her stop!

Are you both all right?

Yes. Nothing happened.

Haven't you finished with that
terrorist?

He's not a terrorist, just a
criminal.

- There's a hell of a racket.
- It will be over soon.

Hey, Mister!

So you're a "VIP". You're somebody!

Did you think I was some piece of shit?

You're a diplomat. What are you
doing this?

What do you think?

That there's something wrong
up here?

Or maybe... That I'm a junkie.

Take a good look, baby. No marks.

You're almost an ambassador.

What's so fucking special about
ambassadors?

I played cards with him two days ago.

- He seemed quite normal.
- It's incredible.

What do you think?

- I can't understand it.
- And you should know him.

- He's your friend, isn't he?
- I can't figure it out.

It's the police. Lambert wants
to talk to you.

I'll take it.

Just a minute, Mr. Dannahay. I
believe the call's for me.

This is Ambassador Carson. Yes,
put him on.

- Ambassador Carson?
- Yes. Mrs. De Mauro?

Yes.

First of all, my sincere regrets
over your current predicament.

I promise I'll do all I can to
get you safely out of there.

Now let me speak to Mr. Lambert,
please.

He doesn't want to.

- He refuses.
- But he asked for me.

Please, madam, try to persuade
him to talk to me.

I must talk to him personally.

He wants to talk to you, but
in this room.

He wants you here within an hour.

You won't go, of course. Right?

I think it's my decision, Mr. Dannahay.

If you go, apart from endangering
your life,

you'll be effectively tying our hands.

Lambert will be calling the shots.

In what way?

Terrorist activity has been on
the increase lately.

We can't allow this...

You're mistaken. Lambert is
no terrorist.

He must have got himself into trouble.

And now he's asking for help.

It's not that simple.

Thank you. I'll leave you to
your job.

- Your safety is part of my job.
- Mr. Osborne looks after me.

- It's my duty, too.
- You've done enough.

Mr. Ambassador, may I talk to
you in private?

We have evidence...
irrefutable evidence...

That Lambert has been spying
against the U.S.

What?

Why wasn't I told?

He leaked secrets to a foreign
government.

Which government? What secrets?

- What is going on?
- Sorry, sir, I can't tell you.

You can't tell me

something that concerns and
embassy official?

- I'm not authorised.
- Not authorised?

Damn you lot! You think we're nothing
but puppets.

Well, I'll put a stop to that.

- You can talk to my superiors.
- I talk to the Department.

And if you won't tell me what I
want to know

Lambert himself will.

Sir, there's an urgent call for
Mr. Dannahay.

What else is happening, Dannahay?

Lambert wants to see the ambassador.

- He'll use him to blackmail us.
- Great.

Why not convince the police
to kill the bastard?

- They don't listen to me.
- No one has to.

- Ferguson's replacing you.
- What can he do?

- Find a solution.
- Listen. I'm the only one...

Conners... Conners!

We've tracked down Lambert's
girlfriend, Maria Soli.

Who gives a shit about her? The
problem is the ambassador.

It's dangerous. He could kill you
once you're inside.

Why should he kill me?

He wants me because he needs me
alive.

You know I'm right. Don't pretend
with me.

I don't want to be a hero's widow.

- I'm not a hero.
- Then why go?

Because I have to. If I don't, what
would people think?

I don't care what they think.

What about our children? And my
university students?

They'd lose all respect for me.

But if people will respect you
for doing it

it's a dangerous thing to do.

Come in.

Sir, the Italian Foreign Minister
is here.

- Promise you wont go.
- We'll discuss it later.

- Please, promise me...
- Later, darling.

Minister, I would have come to
see you.

Let's leave aside the formalities.

I'm here to inform you that our
government

has no intention of meeting that
man's demands

and advises you not to go.

I appreciate your concern

but he's an embassy official and
he wants to talk to me.

I know him well

and I hope to be able to reason
with him.

We can't let you take risks. We'll
let the police handle it.

How? By jeopardising the hostages lives?

Then they'd rightly say we value
an ambassador's life

more highly than those of an
ordinary citizen.

This is Morgan Forrest for CBS
live from Rome.

Outside the Hilton Hotel.

Five minutes ago, Ambassador Carson
left the US embassy.

It appears that Mr. Carson,

despite opposition from both
countries' governments,

has decided to meet Harry Lambert's
demands.

Until now, Lambert was a promising
young diplomat.

His present baffling behaviour

is attributed by most observers to
sudden insanity.

If this is the case, Mr. Carson's
decision is a risky one.

The ambassador's car has just pulled
up outside the Hilton.

The ambassador is getting out and
entering the hotel.

Sir, have you spoken to Lambert?

No, not yet. But I'm about to meet
him in person.

Everybody's worried for you, sir.

An official from my embassy has
killed three men.

It's a senseless act of folly.

I believe it's my duty to my host
country

to show my regret by trying to
make him see reason.

- But you're risking your life.
- Maybe, but I have to do it.

We must put an end to this.

You're making a big mistake.

Anyway, in these situations it's
best to empty your pockets

and don't carry anything he can use.

You know your job well Mr. Dannahay.

I hope you know yours.

Sir, you must knock three times.

Stand to one side as you do.

- It's room 845, isn't it?
- Yes, sir.

Mr. Lambert, the ambassador is
approaching the door.

You?

It's from the White House.

The President is worried for
the ambassador.

All America's worried. We must
get him out.

Good idea, Jack. Why don't you do it?

Every TV network is carrying us live.

Too many US ambassadors have been
killed.

Public opinion won't accept
another one.

- What happened to Vincent?
- He said he must talk to you.

- What about the African?
- He booked a flight.

For tomorrow, on East African
Airways.

- He's going home?
- It looks that way.

What else?

He withdrew a large sum of money
from three banks.

A hundred thousand dollars.

- For whom?
- Not me.

Strange how Ermu seems able to
contact Lambert at will.

- He made a strange call, too.
- To whom?

- You'll be surprised.
- Tell me.

To Maria Soli.

What's this? A wake?

We were photographed an hour ago.

You were photographed?

Where?

Leaving the hotel.

Bloody hell! Why were you all together?

- Did you see who did it?
- A boy.

A boy...

A blonde boy of about twelve with
an Instamatic.

- You too?
- No.

Well, that's something.

- How far away was he?
- 10 or 12 metres.

I chased him, but he was fast. He
got into a waiting car.

- What make of car?
- A Triumph.

- Who was driving it?
- I had no time to see.

You're out of form, Vincent.

And you're out of the game.

Ferguson arrives in the morning
to replace you.

We don't take orders from you anymore.

Wait, Mr. Udomi.

All right. Ferguson arrives tomorrow.

In the meantime, what do you plan
to do?

Just sit on your butts?

I know I can do it.

But I need your help.

Let's go.

Where?

To look for a 12 year old blonde
boy with an Instamatic.

Go back to the hotel and stay there.

Take a good look at that boy.

Notice anything odd about his
behaviour?

No.

Goldie...

Make sure the African doesn't
receive those photos.

When all this is over

you'll say that I stayed for the
common good.

And that I held on for the love
of my country.

But I'm still calling the shots.

Hey! Watch the road.

Tell me, Dan... why are you looking
so smug?

Lambert asked for black coffee, right?

But he likes his coffee white.

Okay, he could be on edge.

That woman said he had a Southern
accent.

But Lambert is from Chicago. Okay,
maybe she was wrong.

Why did the African withdraw $100,000?

Why did he book a flight?

Then Lambert's men took our men's
photo.

Okay, his father asked him to.

But when a boy finds out that his
father's a killer

who's holding hostages and could
end up dead...

would he still be happily playing
with his dog?

I give up. What does it mean?

That we've got it all wrong.

That's Lambert's car.

Are you Maria Soli?

Yes.

I'm looking for a friend. Harry
Lambert.

Hey, Dan!

What brings you here?

Hello, Harry.

Good morning, Mr. Lambert.

You've lost a gun, Harry.

A gun?

That's right.

What are you talking about?

As we speak, a hundred armed policemen

are swarming all over the Hilton,

lurking around corners, behind cars...

all ready to shoot Harry Lambert on
sight.

- What?
- That's right.

A guy has killed three men with
your gun.

He's taken three hostages. One
is the US ambassador.

All evidence pointed to you, including
your absence.

And you believed I could be a killer?

Well, it was your gun.

You'd have thought the same.

But I had doubts. That's why I came.

Who is this guy pretending to be me?

And why?

Hey, Dan... listen.

We found negatives and photos at
Maria Soli's place.

That at least solves the security
problem.

Getting his son to take the pictures
was risky.

It was clever. The boy had fun and
asked no questions.

Right.

There's still one problem. What
to do with that spy.

Dan!

Where's Harry?

Hey, champ...

Not greeting your father?

- Sure.
- Off you go, then.

So, Dannahay, this gun thief has
still to be identified.

He wants something to eat.

What are you plans for us Mr. Greyson?

Don't call me that! I don't want
to hear that name.

I know about your illness.

I promise you'll have the very
best medical care.

You will not go to jail.

You could come with me. I'm leaving...

I'm supposed to leave tomorrow for
the States.

Sit down. You, tie him up.

I don't want to go to any hospital

or have my old job back.

What I want is compensation.

You squeezed me like a lemon and
tossed me away, damn you.

Now I want what you owe me.

Mind you tie him up tight.

Stay behind my men.

Go on, bring it in.

Get back!

Under the napkin.

I'll count to five... then I'll
kill you!

Shoot him.

- One...
- Do it now!

- Two...
- Shoot him.

Come back!

Are you crazy?

If he kills someone I swear I'll
lock you up.

It's Moreno. Call his room, Yes, 845!

Bastards!

The bitch...

Who's going to be first? You, cowboy?

Why me? What have I done to you?

Will killing us make you feel better?

Maybe.

How will it help you?

It won't improve your situation.

Probably not.

Probably not.

Yes, sir.

You're right, sir.

It's my fault, sir.

Yes, I'm guilty.

I don't deserve to live.

No way, my friends...

This time you won't get me.

- This is Inspector Moreno
- Yes, Inspector?

What do you want me to say?

Tell him not to bother me. I'll
call if I want something.

He says not to call him. He'll call
if he needs you.

Tell him I gave no order to shoot.
Humour him.

That was foolish and rash Mr. Dannahay.

Try it again and I'll arrest you.
Is that clear?

Perfectly clear.

But at least now we know his name.

Greyson. His name is Greyson.

The ambassador knows him well.

Found him. Douglas James Greyson.

Born 7 January 1940 in Fort Worth,
Texas.

Studied in Fort Worth, etc.

Military service: assigned to
Special Branch.

Medical history: In Thailand he
contracted a disease

which attacks the nervous system

causing decompensation and memory loss.

Hopitalised in Phoenix, Arizona.

Pronounced cured of the disease

but his memory and behaviour were
slow to recover.

Employment history:

Worked for 3 months as a chauffeur

at the US embassy in Rome, on a
war veterans scheme.

Dismissed for poor performance.

Greyson... Yes, he never remembered
the streets.

One day he circled Piazza
Indipendenza for hours.

He'd forgotten where he had to go.

He ended up forgetting the
ambassador's address.

It was rather comical. He'd been
there many times.

They tried to redeploy him, but
nobody wanted him.

That's how he ended up as Lambert's
personal chauffeur.

What does he want?

The lady's husband is here.

Is it true you interrupted a business
trip to be here?

My wife is my first priority.

Are you going to file for divorce?

I'm against divorce.

Do you intend to sue Jack Perry?

Do you have a cigarette?

I brought yours. I knew you'd smoke
a lot up there.

How kind.

How did the cruise go? Signed the
contract?

They're tough customers. But I'm
almost there.

I invited them to Portofino next
Saturday. Okay?

- Who else will be there?
- Your brother-in-law.

Marbelli Susa and his wife.

Fine.

Mrs. De Mauro, please look this way.

One more, please, madam...

They used Greyson to throw us off.

No.

Lambert wouldn't have risked using
a lunatic like Greyson.

Their only connection is the gun.

It's going to be an interesting night.

The CIA wants us to get Lambert.

The Department wants us to save
the ambassador...

and the public wants Greyson dead.

All by tomorrow.

Mr. Dannahay...

$500,000 in $20 notes.

In an overnight bag.

$500,000 in a bag.

- A chopper up here.
- A chopper on the rooftop.

- And a jet at the airport.
- A jet at the airport.

With a good in-flight movie.

I don't know if a helicopter can
land on the roof.

- Sure it can, shithead.
- Okay, we'll see to it.

And... hold on.

- I'm going to faint.
- Not now, I need you.

Okay. I want four parachutes.

Four? But there are three of you.

I know that. But I still want four.

And four identical guns.

Only one loaded. And spare bullets.

Three unloaded, one loaded.

Four identical long, black, raincoats.

Four identical motorcycle helmets

and four pocket torches, also identical.

That's all.

Four helmets and four torches all
identical.

When and where will you free the
hostages?

What a dumb question!

It's no use insisting.

Now comes the surprise.

�Mn-�nth!�.

He'll be my fourth hostage as
long as I need him.

And please, don't send me a
policeman.

Keep writing.

At 8:30 pm. the hotel and
surrounding area

must be in total darkness.

These are my orders. Get busy.

What do you think, ambassador?
Not bad for a country boy.

He'll free the hostages during
the flight.

- But why a fourth man?
- A man his own height.

Dressed alike, the four of them
will be indistinguishable.

He's clever, like all madmen.

- I'll put my best men up there.
- It won't help.

Our best bet is the fourth man.

I'll go.

You've taken enough risks.

We Americans have to resolve this
ourselves. Right?

I'll go.

- Why not?
- Because.

Do you want to go yourself?

You've got to be joking.

Why me?

Mainly because the ambassador
went in thinking he'd find you.

You have a moral obligation.
It's a matter of honour.

- A matter of principle.
- Whatever.

What counts is you.

- Why do I count?
- For appearances' sake.

Sadly, it's appearances that count
the most.

The ambassador put his life on
the line

for a man he believed to be on
his staff.

A close collaborator. You.

He did it for you, Harry.

If that's not enough, here's
another one.

Okay, but first I need a drink.

Sure.

The other reason is...

if you don't go I'll have to send
one of my men.

Or Moreno one of his.

And when Greyson finds out, he'll
go on a rampage.

- What do you think?
- I agree.

It's different if you go.

He's been your chauffeur, he
likes you.

He even stole your gun. Just joking.

Why do you want me involved?

I don't. It's your decision. But
think about it.

Now you're seen as a killer. You
could be a hero.

What a career move! Promotion,
money... Come in.

Here's the money.

Osborne, take it to Moreno.

Take a look here.

The Mexican patio is here.

The helicopter is going to wait here.

Greyson and the others will exit
through this door.

The whole area will be in darkness.

From here to here...

Greyson will be in the open for
two minutes.

That's when we must strike.

If he gets to the chopper we're
stuffed.

What can I do without a weapon?

You'll have a weapon.

You think he won't search me?

You'll have no gun until you're
on the terrace.

What do you mean?

If you agree to do it...

you'll find a loaded gun here,
by the door.

Greyson won't stand a chance.

- I'm supposed to kill him?
- Yes.

- Who gives me the right?
- I do.

It all sounds too easy.

It's a piece of cake, Harry.

- You can't force me to agree.
- No, but you have no choice.

If you go, you'll be a hero. If
not, you'll be despised.

When do we start?

You already have.

Go and call Renata.

Don't mention the situation. No
need to worry her.

You'll be home for dinner by 9 o'clock.

Thank you.

Hello, Parenti.

Lambert went straight to call
the African.

He's refusing to call off his
dirty little deal.

He's meeting him at 11 pm.

If he gets held up, he'll be there
at midnight.

Lambert seems confident it will
be an easy task.

So am I.

If all goes well he'll become
a hero.

And heroes are above all suspicion.

True. Is Maria Soli in on this?

He's doing it all for her, though
she doesn't know it.

Conners wants you to call him.

I'm not here.

- This is the way to the roof.
- Clear the passage.

Everybody out.

Both empty.

Try without looking.

Try again.

Relax, don't get nervous.

Perfect! Well done.

All right Inspector?

Come on, I'll show you where you
have to shoot.

From right here, empty the magazine
on him.

Okay, I'll shoot him. But why
butcher him?

No risks, Lambert. The whole
magazine.

Dannahay is right.

Back to our drill.

Attention, shooters on the tower.

No one is to fire until I give
the order.

That goes for you too.

Attention down there! Clear the
rooftop.

The drama continues to unfold.

Every one of the gunman's requests
has been granted.

As we speak, Inspector Moreno and
Mr. Dannahay,

a CIA agent from the US embassy,

are escorting the fourth hostage
demanded by the criminal.

Mr. Greyson, the fourth man is
approaching the door.

Shut the door.

Over here.

That's close enough.

Why did they send you Lambert?

I'm the right height and we know
each other.

You're no friend of mine. You were
glad they sacked me.

Face the wall.

Put your hands up.

I have a right to test the
merchandise.

He was just trying out the gun.

Come on you two. Out!

This time he'll kill me for sure.

No. He needs you alive. Just do
as he says.

- He's a killer.
- No. He's very insecure.

We mustn't do anything to make
him angry.

Pick up that lamp.

Out, I said!

You go first.

Turn around.

Okay, go.

Come here, cowboy.

- Lambert?
- Hello, sir.

- Who sent you here?
- Dannahay.

How can Dannahay have chosen you?

What do you mean?

Stop blabbing and put the raincoats on.

Now the helmets.

- Every thing ready?
- Yes, Greyson. All done.

No police in the passage.

The way is clear.

The parachutes are aboard the
helicopter.

May I speak to the ambassador?

One of us will carry the money.

Careful, it may be the ambassador.

It's time Dan.

Switch on the torches.

Good. Hold torches and guns waist-
high, like me.

Now move.

Remember, my gun is loaded.

One wrong move and I'll shoot you.

Stay close and don't stop unless
I tell you.

You go first, Mr. Lambert.

You carry the bag, Mr. Ambassador.

To the right Mr. Lambert! Hurry
up, cowboy.

Keep close together.

They just left the room.

To the right. Up the staircase.

Here we are.

Lambert, what are you doing?

Go left.

The chopper is this way.

There's another door to the left.
Back here.

This way is quicker.

I said left. Move it.

- You're making a mistake.
- Go left or I'll shoot.

- Lambert, do as he says.
- For God's sake, do it.

Come on, move.

- Open the door.
- It's locked.

- You try it.
- Out of the way.

All right, we'll go the other way.

Stop where you are.

Switch off the torches.

Throw them on the floor.

You go first now, cowboy.

Hurry up!

Hold it.

We have to switch places.

What happened?

Don't shoot! It's me. Don't shoot!

I knew...

it was impossible.

It's a miracle I'm alive!

As soon as I heard the shots I
hit the floor. A miracle!

But.. you...

Got a cigarette?

This operation will end up in
the manuals.

Call the men. Operation Africa
is underway.

- Everything all right?
- All right, for me.

Lambert wasn't so lucky.

Yes, he was unlucky.

Enjoy your retirement, sir.

I'm not retiring. I'm going back
to teaching.

I'll have a lot to tell my students.

Good. I hope you'll always be
truthful.

I will be.

Ever-thing all right sir? Your wife's
waiting for you.

How can Lambert have missed with
his first two shots?

A crack shooter like him.

Maybe he lost his nerve.

Or maybe his first two shots
were blanks,

giving Greyson the chance to
fire back.

I don't follow you.

It almost looks as if someone
used Greyson

to get rid of Lambert.

Now do you follow me?

- Who loaded Lambert's gun?
- What are you getting at?

Well...

Maybe it's better not to interfere

in family quarrels.

Yes, you're right.

Lambert was an old friend of
yours, wasn't he?

He was.

Good night, Mr. Dannahay.

Good night.