All language subtitles for CIA- Exiled - FULL MOVIE - Action Movie

[music playing]

[waves crashing]

[ominous music]

RADIO ANNOUNCER: Cost of
shipping in the Indian Ocean.

Southeast [inaudible].

OK, Joshua.

I'll take it.

RADIO ANNOUNCER:
Southeast [inaudible]..

Visibility, fair.

Seas, rough to very rough.

[men chattering]

[non-english speech]

[explosion]

[men shouting]

[explosions]

[men shouting]

[explosion]

[men screaming]

Ah!

[alarms sounding]

[men shouting]

Joshua!

Joshua!

[screaming]

[men shouting]

[boat horn]

[car horns]

[radio turning on]

WOMAN: Stephen!

I'm trying to sleep.

Oh, you wore me out.

Sorry.

Stephen, [non-english speech]

[non-english speech]

CORNELIUS: The wiles
[inaudible] sodding tourist,

like yourself, never good.

There is a circling of sharks,
the bloody sharks in the water,

bucking right down to the shore.

If you're very lucky, you
can see the feeding frenzy.

One starts to bleed.

The rest will turn cannibal
and shred him in minutes.

The sea goes all
coppery and churning.

I don't ever want to be out in
a small boat when that happens.

A grand sight, though.

I wouldn't doubt it.

I'm sure it is.

Well, you'll have to excuse me.

Hold on, no.

I had this friend.

You see, I must
tell you about him.

Ah, his life went
all to hell, see.

Well, he wrote this
little note, you see,

telling everybody he didn't
blame them, which really means,

I hope that your
bloody intestines

fall out and are eaten by dogs.

And then he sailed his
little boat of his around

to the place I've been
telling you about.

They'd been feeding,
the monsters.

The sea was all roiling.

And then he opened
a vein just here,

sort of the incentive
for the masses,

kind of like an hor d'oeuvres.

Well, you're gonna
have to excuse me.

I've got to meet my wife.

She's shopping.

At midnight?

Oh, my wife?

She shops all the time.

Well, you come back.

You are the sort we
like here, a listener.

Hey!

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

I-- I didn't see it.

Next time.

Why don't you just
change the sign, Cornelius?

No bloody tourists.

Well, I enjoy chewing one
up now and then, especially

during carnival time.

Stephen, do you want to drive
up to restaurant with me?

I have to bring back my boy.

What's he doing up
there at this hour?

The restaurant closes at 6:30.

A woman.

What else?

Davy, my Jan got a pretty little
tourist at the restaurant?

Well, he don't tell me.

I'll pass.

Every time we go
up there fishing,

I'm reminded how small
this island really is.

A bit of the old
exile blues, eh?

Think of the thousands
who pay to visit

this little island paradise.

They have a choice.

Why don't you
just leave, Stephen?

I mean, I'd miss you, but--

- You know I can't.
- How would I?

You never said.

Why don't you go.

You know I can't.

How would I?

You've never said.

Great basis for a friendship.

Some ought to try.

Again?

Mm, I can tolerate any
view of myself except seedy.

But what about the
beautiful Yankee girl?

She's up at my apartment.

Wants to take me home to
Philadelphia and be her pet.

Sounds bloody perfect to me.

Wouldn't be right.

Right?

What the hell does that mean?

That means I don't love her.

Agh, who knows what that is?

You ever love anyone?

Maybe.

I don't know.

Well, it sounds to
me as if you're here

for the long toil,
Stephen, and you

best make your peace with it.

Maybe I'll get a dog.

[laughing]

[engine turning]

[tropical music]

[car horn]

Morning, Rose.

No visits, no phone
calls, what else is new?

You really enjoy my status
as a non-person, don't you?

I read this postcard.

[inaudible]

I'm a security officer.

My postcards are classified.

And your wife
wants her alimony.

Oh, gimme a break.

I have some more bad news.

Our commercial attaches drunk
down at some exotic walk

called The Half Moon.

It's not exotic,
it's a toilet.

ROSE: Well, I defer to you.

In any case, he is
disgracing this country

and you are supposed
to go and get him.

Forget it.

Let him drink his way out
like any other diplomat.

Well, you're going
to get in trouble.

If only I could.

Mm.

The council does
want to see you.

What are you, the
angel of death today?

Where were you, yesterday?

Sailing.

A friend lent me his boat.

The Dutch bar
owner, Wettering?

He thinks he's
British, actually.

And a restaurateur.

Yes, yes, whatever.

Now look, I suggest
you stay away from him.

Why?

HENRY: Well, your
career for a start.

I don't have a career, Henry.

I don't even have a job.

And who am I supposed to
be protecting here, anyway?

You want to tell me?

I'm sorry if you're
bored, but you're still

going to have to toe the line.

Or what?

You'll take away the key
to the executive bathroom?

And one more thing.

Since you are at least
putative to the state,

I suggest you wear a coat
and tie while you're working.

No.

I beg your pardon?

No, I'm not going to
stay away from Wettering.

Is that all?

I thought we did more
business last night.

Let's take a trip.

Huh?

That boat out there.

CORNELIUS: Ship.

JAN: I don't care
what it's called,

I just want to be on it.

I've been no place
but Aruba since I've

come to this shit pile.

Where do you want to go?

I don't care.

Somewhere real.

London.

New York.

If you really want to
make me happy, California.

I've been to those places.

Well, send me then,
just for a little while.

Steven was in last
night, complaining.

You two must be the only
people in the Antilles

who aren't happy being here.

He's weird, you know?

He's my friend, boy.

JAN: Well, you better
think twice about that one,

because there's all kinds
of rumors about him.

In a tight little
place like this, gossip

can be dangerous to
us, you understand?

Best to steer clear of it.

I was only doing it for you.

Thank you.

I'm going to do the
vegetable shopping

and then stop at the bank.

Stay in the bar, will you?

Do I have a choice?

When I come back, you
can go riding or sailing

or anything you want.

[fog horn]

[spanish], Fred.

[spanish], Cornelius.

Ay, Cornelius!

[foreign language]

[non-english speech]

Gracias.

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

[non-english speech]

[screaming]

Idiot.

Do as you're told, old man.

You understand?

[shouting in foreign language]

[sirens]

Stay back.

POLICE OFFICER: All right,
come on back, everybody.

I'm the security officer
in the American Consulate.

I know who you are, Mr Guerin.

This is none of your affair.

- Who are they?
- Terrorists.

Refugees from
Indonesia, an unhappy

minority in the Netherlands.

They occasionally
blow things up,

and only God knows
what they want.

Well, there may be some
of our people in there.

I want to help with this.

I think we can handle
it without the US Marines.

Extra police are
arriving from Aruba.

They'll put an
end to it quickly.

Quickly usually gets
a lot of people killed.

Objection duly
noted, Mr Guerin.

Now please leave or I
will put you under arrest.

[non-english speech]

What do they want?

What every terrorist wants.

To be famous for a few hours.

God help us.

Not likely.

He's frightened now.

I know what that is.

God in Christ, I know.

But you're afraid
now, and I'm not.

Heh.

Ever shot anyone?

You didn't do those out there.

It was your boss did that, huh?

You're young.

You could still have a life,
if you don't kill anyone.

I've had my share of dying.

Stop.

You can see it
my eyes, can't you?

I'll kill you.

You'd be doing me a favor.

Hrm, maybe too late.

This close, I'd probably
take you with me.

Give it up, son.

No!

[screaming]

Get out the back.

[shouting]

COP 1: Come on,
move it, move it.

COP 2: I'll take care
of the hostage there.

[cameras clicking]

REPORTER 1: Just look
at the camera for me.

Lovely.

OK, sir, turn around.

REPORTER 2: Excuse me, sir.

My name is Susie
Wilkins from KB TV.

Can you tell me what
happened in there?

[spanish music]

See those new boys working?

[spanish]

[cheering]

You're a hero!

I'm a dead man.

Stay away from me!

[pounding at door]

CORNELIUS: Open up,
you slutty princeling.

Where are you?

Come on!

STEPHEN: It's open.

Jesus Christ.

Heh, the very one.

Crucified, like me.

Stephen Guerin,
where were you, man?

Don't you know I'm a hero?

I saw you, king of carnival.

You know what happens to him.

It's a fucking
sacrificed that he

plows the queen or
a maiden or someone

for the good of the harvest.

And then they cut off his
balls and pickle them.

Then all the women
chop him all up

so his blood runs into the
earth and makes it fertile.

God, I am drunk.

Perhaps a beer to taper off.

Is that what you meant when
you said you were a dead man?

When did I say that?

Agh!

What that meant
was, uh, dead broke.

All this celebrating,
you should see the place.

Bloody ruined.

I can imagine.

About 12 hours ago,
you told everybody

to belly up on the house.

I killed one of
them, you know?

Younger than my Jan, he was.

A lot of people are
killed by kids today.

Still, I had a gun.

I could have stopped
him with my hands.

With either hand.

I wasn't there, but you
must have had a reason.

You wouldn't have
done it out of panic.

Thank God you don't
know me, Stephen.

You must saved 20
lives, Cornelius.

Not enough.

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

but you better
sleep here tonight.

CORNELIUS: I thought
it was finished.

And the terrible thing
is, when they were

carrying me the
hell all over town,

I discovered I still love life.

And I was afraid again.

Cornelius?

DIANA: Boring.

Reminds me of home.

I go to parties this boring
all the time at home.

We're in the Caribbean.

Don't you know any
pirates or dope smokers?

I made the mistake
of telling my boss

I didn't have enough to do.

What are you doing?

I'm guarding him.

Which is nuts, because the
bank robbery the other day

was the first crime in
Curacao in 20 years,

with the exception of
a stolen camera or two.

Your friend took
out the robbers.

Cornelius.

Why don't you take
me to his bar?

You wouldn't like it.

What do you know?

I might.

Do you ever refer to
your hometown as Philly?

Of course not.

I rest my case.

I hate being patronized.

- Good afternoon, Stephen.
- Matsud.

FRIEDRICH: Stephen,
I'm sorry to intrude,

but I didn't want to
leave the boat before I

met your beautiful companion.

Diana Waterman, this
is the South African

Consul General, Friedrich Loan.

FRIEDRICH: I'm delighted
to meet you, Ms Waterman.

I like his manners, Stephen.

My mother's family
were from Vienna.

I wouldn't brag about that
in Johannesburg, Freddy.

Sounds way too cosmopolitan,
and just a little Jewish.

Stephen is very hard
on me, Ms Waterman,

but it's because I
represent the Republic.

Even now, when my poor country
is making such great progress.

Stephen is very
hard on everyone.

I know, and he claims
to be a terrible cynic.

But I suspect you have
considerable influence

over him, Ms Waterman.

If you could, make
our mutual friend here

more accepting of my country.

We need more friends like him.

Good day.

Good day.

Boy, you are hard on people.

You should see
how hard they are

on people where he comes from.

Honest to God, Stephen,
he's just a nice man

making harmless pleasantries.

It was not harmless.

[tropical music]

Would you marry me?

You just want my car.

See, I don't know how many
proposals you get a year.

Keep this one in mind.

It's not half bad.

Do you want a drink?

No, thank you.

I'm trying to cut down.

Oh.

You don't seem to need
alcohol to make love anyway.

Is that what
we're going to do?

Might as well get
something out of it,

if you're not going to marry me.
- I didn't say that.

You didn't say anything.

It's a hell of an offer.

I'd be a fool not to.

Just a minute here, Stephen.

I'm not so sure it's
a good idea anymore.

I'm a proud woman.

The time it took you
to make up your mind

is gonna stay with
me for a long time.

[laugh]

Do you have a wire
on her room, as well?

No, she's clean.

Rich tourist.

Not a political bone in that
gorgeous, sensational body.

There he is, lucky bastard.

JULIA: I hope you two have a
good reason for bringing me

all the way over from San Juan.

Well, Rawlings did report
he's getting restless.

Denny, Rawlings
has been whining

about him since he got here.

Yeah, but now
the South Africans

are showing an interest.

Oh, really?

We're a long way from Pretoria.

Here, look.

See him?

Sitting at the bar?

He's not local.

He's got tribal
scars and an accent.

The South African Consul here
moonlights for their service.

Seems he's got this
guy tagging Guerin.

Has Guerin made him?

Sometimes it feels like it,
but there's never any sign.

No, there wouldn't be.

How long?

Well, for some days now ever
since the bust up at the bank.

Boss, I got a feeling you
know our boy personally.

Yeah, I know him.

So when will you be ready
to come to Philadelphia?

If I were your father
and you brought me home,

I'd put you in a nunnery.

That's an attractive thought.

Do I get the feeling you're
trying to avoid the issue?

Well.

Well, what.

Diana, you're a gorgeous girl.

You could have
anybody you wanted.

I'm just-- I'm--

stay here.

Stephen, how are you?

What is it you want, Freddy?

I'm shopping for my wife.

Don't screw with me.

I was only waiting
till you were alone.

There's someone in my country
who would like to meet you.

Why?

He'll tell you that himself.

Campo Lagrette, 10:00
on Thursday evening.

If you agree.

Forget it.

This is a very
important person, Stephen.

He'll pay you $1,000 to come.

Just to show up?

Absolutely.

No obligations.

I'll be there.

I don't want the money.

You need the money, Stephen.

What was that all about?

Drugs?

No, don't worry about it.

I got to get you to the airport.

Plane doesn't leave
for another three hours.

Well, there's
traffic and customs.

You never know.

I'll be right down.

My car's the green MG.

It's parked right out front.

Yes, sir.

Take it to the lobby
and call me a cab, please?

What are you talking about?

I'm taking you to the airport.

Don't.

I said, get me a cab.

I don't need to be escorted
out of the country.

Diana.

Stephen, piss off.

[spanish music]

She sounds like a great girl.

You should have gone with her.

At least one of us would
be free of this place.

[spanish]

Cornelius, the carnival
gets longer every year.

He's dead.

STEPHEN: Who?

CORNELIUS: The Prince of Malta.

[spanish music]

Francisco.

[spanish] Cornelius?

FRANCISCO: [spanish]

Buenas noches.

Gracias.

[thunder]

Did your father come back yet?

He's up in his room
with the door locked.

Hard to believe, huh?
The big hero of the bank?

Did he say anything to you?

He just said, bring
me a bottle of rum.

God dammit,
Cornelius, open up.

You've got me looking
through keyholes.

What's going on here?

I thought I was your friend.

CORNELIUS: Go away.

Jan, did he ever mention
the Prince of Malta?

No.

Never.

[gun clicks]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

DAVY: (ON PHONE) Stephen?

It's Davy.

A policeman was hear.

STEPHEN: (ON PHONE)
What's happened?

DAVY: (ON PHONE)
Cornelius won't let me in.

He goes their way for a ward.

I think it's something bad.

STEPHEN: (ON PHONE) Where's Jan?

DAVY: (ON PHONE) Who knows
where that one goes to?

Stephen, Cornelius
tell me to get out.

And he needs someone to
look after him, you know.

STEPHEN: I know, Davy.

Look, I'll be right there.

The Dutchman?

Wettering?

He claims he was born in
Australia of a Dutch father.

That apparently is
the only honest word

he's spoken since he came here.

We put him in the
computer at Langley.

Should have something
back tonight.

I'll be sticking
around a few days.

I want you to stay on Guerin.

I don't care if he knows.

Call me.

It doesn't matter what time.

People who are made
angry by the presence

of a policeman interest me.

Perhaps you've
heard of my friend's

legendary
intemperance, Sergeant,

but not of his exaggerated
sense of pride.

He hates to have people
see him when he's sick.

You're not my bloody lawyer.

I'm not sick, I'm drunk.

Three days now.

And you haven't been out of
your apartment in that time,

particularly two nights ago?

No.

Can you give proof?

No.

This man was murdered
two nights ago, about 1 AM.

He was registered as Joshua
[inaudible] from Kenya.

But his papers were taken.

Do you know this man?

CORNELIUS: Why should I?

We were hoping you might.

This was found in
his bed table drawer.

Maybe the man admired courage.

You are a consular officer,
Mr Guerin, so I suppose

I should be tolerant of you.

I don't know the man.

I wonder if you would
mind coming to my office

here, where we might inquire
into this affair in some more

detail.

When did you say this
murder occurred, Sergeant?

Approximately 1 AM
Wednesday morning.

I was drinking with
Cornelius until well

after 2 AM Wednesday.

And why did you
not say so earlier?

I didn't know where you
were going with this thing.

Thank you for the
tea, Herr Wettering.

How did he die, this man?

He was garroted.

We haven't found
the murder weapon,

but it cut so deeply
into the flesh,

it almost severed the neck.

We believe it was
applied slowly.

A very cruel death.

All right, who is this guy?

I didn't kill him.

Come on, damn it,
you owe me this.

I didn't ask you to
make a fool of yourself.

Tell him you were confused
or your watch was broken,

or something.

I wouldn't have thought you
could be this much of a coward.

Get out of it, will you?

Before I put you out myself.

Oh, you couldn't even manage
that without your little gun.

Hi, sweetheart.

Not tonight.

[door opening]

Stephen, come in.

What is this, Freddy?

Love or politics?

I'm grateful for
you coming here.

Mr Guerin.

Stephen, this is
Dr. Karl Seemuller.

May I offer you some tea?

Friedrich, wait
for the seltzer.

You a medical doctor?

Of philosophy
only, I'm afraid.

Economics, the gray science.

You get gray by mixing
black and white, don't you?

That would seem a
rather inappropriate

science, where you come from.

[laughs]

You have wit.

That's comparatively
unknown in our profession.

What is our
profession, doctor?

You work for the
Department of State,

and I work for the Ministry
of Foreign Affairs.

I'm not, and you're
not, and we both know it.

Well, what do you think I do?

South African Bureau
of State Security.

You're a BOSS agent.

BOSS isn't called
that anymore.

It's the National
Intelligence Service now.

Well, BOSS suits you.

We want to recruit you.

Why?

You're an
experienced operative,

competent, extensive
contacts in Western Europe.

What makes you think
I'd work for you?

DR SEEMULLER: My friend,
you killed a fellow agent

in the American service.

That's not nice.

He was a traitor.

I made a decision in the field.

Unfortunately, your service
didn't see it like that,

and this factor has come
to dominate your life.

Or should I say,
the absence of one?

And you cannot
afford, Herr Guerin,

to be contemptuous of anyone
who offers you an alternative,

even the devil.

STEPHEN: If all this
is true, why am I

still in government service?

You're in exile.

They've eliminated every
record that you even exist,

much less earned living
for the last 15 years.

Even your social security
card is being expunged.

You cannot gain employment.

You're their prisoner.

You know a lot.

You'll consider our offer?

Of course I'll consider it.

I'd like to get out of here
without getting mugged.

For your trouble.

What is it you really want?

I'm being perfectly
frank with you, Mr Guerin.

Now please, take it.

Keep it.

And that black thug out there?

I don't want him telling me.

His name's Muti.

Catch him if you can, Mr
Guerin, but I warn you,

don't discount him.

Jesus!

Sorry, mate.

I thought you were someone else.

What are you doing here?

I'm glad you're home.

Good, because all of a sudden,
I'm in a shitload of trouble

and I don't know why,
but I think you do.

What do you mean?

Ever since the
bank, I've felt it.

The air getting thick.

And tonight, some South
African spook tried

to recruit me to spy for them.

All right, I'll tell you,
but you got to help me.

Not likely.

Someone's got hold of Jan.

Someone from the past.

They'll kill him.

So call the cops.

I can't.

Well they must
want something, then.

Give it to him.
- I they can't do that.

Neither can Jan,
although he must

have thought that he could.

He's so desperate to
get away, you see.

What are saying?

Sell out his own father?

Where is he.

Freighter in the harbor.

They telephoned this afternoon.

I wouldn't talk to them,
but unfortunately Jan did.

When I became concerned,
I followed him.

It was the bloody bank, you see?

My damn picture
all over the world.

Who are the players?

A couple of hot shot
boys from Hong Kong.

The Hsung brothers.

You don't look like
much, but you know how

the Chinese feel about family.

Well, these two murdered
their younger brother.

And all he did was nick a
few Bob from the company.

STEPHEN: Yeah, go on.

I need you to
help me save Jan.

What have I got to do with it?

I didn't mean for
it to happen, Stephen,

but the cesspool
overflowed and your shoes

just happened to be
right next to mine.

My life was
already screwed up.

Now you're telling me that
I'm sucked into all of this

just because I'm your friend?

You're the only one I have.

[gun clicks]

Let's go.

Thank you, Stephen.

STEPHEN: There's no
sign of the crew.

I know.

It's wrong.

Is it a trap, do you think?

I don't know.

Huh?

[door slamming]

He was terrified.

Let's try this way.

CORNELIUS: Holy
mother of Christ.

He was just a spoiled lad.

It's leather.

Same as the Kenyan
in the morgue photo.

When they poured the water on
them, it shrunk and tightened.

Let's get him out of here.

No.

We won't get out, ourselves.

He's your son,
for Christ's sake.

CORNELIUS: He was not my son.

He was my fancy boy.

Well, I don't give
a shit about that.

We're not going
to leave him here.

He's dead.

He had no family.

[gunshot]

St-- Stephen.

I'm so-- sorry.

Look, you better tell me
what the hell is going on now,

because I'm in this thing
up to my god damn eyeballs.

Three people have been killed.

All right.

Get me a drink.

I'll tell you.

He sold his own ships.

Some years ago, I captained
an old tanker for him.

The Prince of Malta.

CORNELIUS: Yeah.

We ran oil to South
Africa from the Gulf.

There was a UN embargo
at the time, of course.

But all it means to
them is more profit.

We were dodging missiles and
gunboats from the Iranians,

but these bastards, they
don't give a shit anyway.

They call me in,
little favor they want.

They'll hand me a bloody
fortune if I sink the Prince.

Insurance?

Happens more than we know.

People have made millions and
millions of dollars, Stephen.

And there is no crime one can't
buy for millions of dollars.

I imagine they got
you for a little less.

Well, it was for my
retirement, you see.

The last chance, at my age.

Hell, I didn't know
anything about explosives.

Had to show me how
to set the timer

and where to place the charge.

We were heading south to
Cape Town, where we were

supposed to deliver our cargo.

STEPHEN: Crew must
have known something.

CORNELIUS: Half of them
couldn't even read or write,

let alone speak English.

STEPHEN: What about the mate?

CORNELIUS: Joshua.

He was a canny one.

I swear to you,
he knew something.

Somehow, he knew.

That was your conscience.

No, no.

It was more than that.

Anyway, I started to bring
her in close so the crew

would have an easy row in.

What happened?

They told me that it
was a wee, small charge.

Let the sea in slowly and
everybody into the boats.

It was a bloody atom bomb.

No boats, no time, everybody
blasted into the sea.

The explosions, the
flames, screams.

You could smell
the burning flesh.

And the sharks.

I can still hear it.

I shut my eyes, I can see it.

Jesus, God.

And you were
the only survivor?

I thought so then,
until I saw the mate.

36 men.

Stephen, they swore to me
that no one would be hurt.

They weren't having witnesses.

Scared to death the South
Africans would find them out.

You've got
something, don't you?

That's why they were all here.

Ships log.

Inside is a bill of
lading for the cargo

we sold secretly in Mombasa.

Anybody would know from that.

Give it to him.

I can't.

They'd kill me. the
minute they had it.

Would that be worse?

[thunder]

Stephen.

Stephen.

Shh.

[faucet opening]

Espresso, three sugars.

You remembered.

Of course.

We lost you for
part of last night.

Where were you?

Quiet practice.

I heard you were posted the
station chief in San Juan.

Not bad for a lady of color.

Why did they send you?

Why are you talking
to the South Africans?

Breaks the monotony.

What does Seemuller want?

Me.

What did you say?

No.

Don't you think
you ought to ask

Langley first what they want?

I don't care what they want.

Yes, you do.

You don't have any other choice.

You enjoy this?

Being my keeper?

It just happened to fall
under my responsibilities.

I don't think we should
let it get too personal.

No.

Not this time.

I'll have the information
from Langley this evening.

Why don't you stop by?

Hotel Caribe, around 7:00?

Or call.

I'd rather you
tell me to my face.

Davy, give this
to Stephen tomorrow.

Not before.
It's important.

DAVY: You're not coming
back tonight, boss?

It's carnival.

I know.

Hey, Cornelius, good
luck with the fishing!

CORNELIUS: Wash
your donkey, Mancho!

Just in from Langley.

They want him to go over
to the South Africans.

How's he going to take it?

I'll find out.

Show him in as you leave.

She's all yours.

This is very nice.

KGB used to have
perks like this.

Remember them?

Sit down, Stephen.

You're all gussied up.

I'm dressing for success.

Would you like a drink?

Sure.

I thought we might go out.

Have dinner.

I know a little place,
even if it is carnival.

Hey, works for me at 8.

I'll go change.

Fix yourself a drink.

[tropical music]

You bring them
all here, don't you?

It's lonely.

I don't blame you.

It's tricky being
out with a woman

who knows everything about you.

It makes you predictable.

You've never
been that, Stephen.

STEPHEN: I could say
the same about you.

Well, shall we get
this over with?

What do our masters want?

They want you to accept
the South African offer.

Listen, Stephen, they're
offering you a new life.

They're calling you back.

This is what you always wanted.

Simple as that?

I'm rehabilitated?

Didn't anyone tell you
people the Cold War is over?

Well, look, there are always
old enemies and some new ones.

It's an important
part of the world.

We don't have any
assets in their service.

That's all.

That's all?

You know, I look at you.

Is it possible that
we ever had anything?

Please don't.

STEPHEN: OK, forget that.

But I got you out of Cuba 24
hours before a firing squad.

Shouldn't that
count for something?

You were doing
your duty, Stephen.

God, you're cold.

You killed another agent.

It isn't my fault.

Julia, you were
out there with us.

You know that Sandy sold us out.

If I hadn't killed him,
we'd have all gone down,

dead or in somebody's gulag.

You were a witness.

You didn't come to the company
trial, for Christ's sake.

Because they had already
decided you were guilty,

and you know it.

Look, what do you want from me?

I wanted you to put
me before your career.

I'm sorry.

I know what you went through.

Really?

You know, they didn't know
what to do with me for a while,

after the conviction, until
they dreamed up this deal.

So they put me in that bin
they got out on the Chesapeake

where they keep the loonies
and the burnout cases.

I didn't know that.

I'm sorry.

STEPHEN: How could
you not know that?

For the same reason I
wasn't at your trial, Stephen.

They sent me back into Cuba.

Noble.

You didn't have to go.

I'm Cuban.

You know what that
regime did to my family.

They killed my father.

For three days, I
saw them torture him.

He didn't speak.

That's why I joined the service.

I've been fighting
them my whole life.

I didn't know that.

Would it have
made any difference?

No.

You've always been
so honest, Stephen.

So righteous.

[spanish music]

Stephen, don't do it.

Tell them no.

The South Africans are killers.

[moaning]

[laughing]

You are going to take
Langley's offer, aren't you?

[church choir singing]

Unfortunately, in our
service, only citizens

can become officers.

You've already made it
painfully clear what

you think about the Republic.

Nevertheless, we will
pay you at the same rate.

Then I don't give a shit.

I assume that's your colorful
Yankee way of acquiescing.

5,000 American dollars.

I won't kill him for you.

What are you talking about?

Wettering.

[camera snaps]

[non-english speech].

All right now, Mr Guerin, I
know that Wettering is a friend

of yours, but he's a criminal.

And you are employed by us.

Whatever he is, I
won't sell him out.

We require mainly
the ship's papers

and the two Chinese gentleman
who cheated us of our own.

Wettering's not some.

Why do you care so
much about the papers?

Evidence.

Despite what you think,
we are a nation of laws.

I've seen your laws
on the 6 o'clock news.

You'll find these men
and deliver them to us?

I took your money, didn't I?

HENRY: There's $5,000 here.

New bills?

STEPHEN: I just want a receipt.

You can keep it in your safe.

HENRY: Uh huh.

Who is it you don't trust?

Everybody.

Well, I resent this very much.

Now, I will not be a
part of any dirty--

[phone ringing]

Yes?

Oh, I'll tell him.

[laughing]

There's a police
man in your office.

A detective Van Vlaanderen?

I'm sorry to tell you, Mr
Guerin, that your friend, Herr

Wettering, is dead.

How?

It appears he drowned himself.

There was a note saying
he was depressed.

He took his boat to
the windward side.

Some time over
there, he jumped out.

He must have cut
himself, because there

was blood on the gunnel.

That's it?

Right now, yes.

Oh, the young man he
claims to be his son

has also disappeared.

Do you know where
we might find him?

No.

Where was the body found?

I don't expect there would
be much left after the sharks.

The boat washed ashore
near Santa Catarina Reef.

Do you know it?

Cornelius did.

Well, I will take you
there this afternoon, if you

would like to see for yourself.

That's not necessary.

Oh, but I insist.

People never know Cornelius.

They think he is big, tough.

My sister in Lisbon has
the TB real bad, you know.

Cornelius give my
family the money

to put her in a
private hospital,

but he don't want
anyone ever to know.

Any sailor who comes in here,
he give them money, too.

Well, congratulations, Davy.

Cornelius left you
the restaurant.

Me?

No.

What about Jan?

Forget Jan.

He's run off somewhere.

He left me The Southern Cross.

No, Stephen.

You knows how he loved
that little boat.

Davy, if Cornelius wanted
to hide something somewhere,

where would he put it?

Not in the apartment.

Jan stole everything.

Any place else?

The boat.

That murdered
man, the Kenyan, do

you think Herr Wettering
was telling the truth

about not knowing him?

There's no longer a need
to protect him, Mr Guerin.

He is dead.

Is there anything you want
to tell me, Mr Guerin?

Yeah.

I got an idea.

Why don't you help
me sail The Southern

Cross back to Williamstown?

Think the sea air
might clear your head.

No, thank you.

In spite of being a Dutchman,
I have no stomach for the sea.

Good luck, Mr Guerin.

[seagulls cawing]

[chinese]

Mr Guerin.

Mr Guerin, please.

We would like to talk to you.

I'm Worthy Hsung, and
my brother Harold.

Please, get in.
- Heh.

Who told you I was stupid?

Get in!

What are you doing?

Are you mad?

People will see.

Harold!

Why would we harm you?

You're a poor man
with something.

We're the rich men who want it.

Should this not be
a happy occasion?

OK, look, here's the deal.

Your pals stay here.

You meet me at the end
of the dock by yourself.

OK.

[chinese]

[chinese] Mr Guerin, where
are the ship's papers, please?

How would I know?

Captain Van Belkin.

The late Mr Wettering
informed us.

He told you I had then?

Well, perhaps he wished
to see you made wealthy.

Yeah, I bet the insurers
of the Prince of Malta

might pay a little
something for them.

What do you think?

In that case, we
would have to kill you.

I risk that either way.

Might as well cut
the best deal I can.

Very practical, Mr Guerin.

Very Chinese.

Is that supposed
to be a compliment?

I want 100,000 pounds.

We accept this as reasonable.

And I choose the time and the
place of the transfer, which

won't be easy either, since
that son of a bitch Seemuller

wants a piece of me, too.

How is it you
know Herr Seemuller?

STEPHEN: How do you think?

He wants you and your
brother back in Pretoria

so he can hang you
both in the basement.

That's his man, over there.

Perhaps you will help
us to kill him first.

You're quite a bunch.

Who are you going
to find to kill

me after I help you kill him?

You just get the money together.

You disappoint me, Mr Guerin.

We Hsungs are honorable men.

Sure you are.

You think you can trust
Herr Seemuller more?

He's the one who
instigated our plan.

He received $10 million for it.

Now he's afraid of
his own government

and wants to kill us.

He would kill anyone who knows
about the Prince of Malta,

including you, Mr Guerin.

Good day.

STEPHEN: Tell Langley
I'm not going to do it.

Tell them I freaked.

Tell them Guerin finally
went native, like Cornelius.

Only Cornelius didn't have
the guts to deal with it,

and I'm the only one left.

Not so bad, though.

I finally found
something to care about,

like you care about Cuba.

What are you talking about?

Justice for 36 dead sailors
on the Prince of Malta.

Look, I don't get it.

I really don't.

I mean, you didn't
even know those people.

Seemuller was
part of the plot.

He got rich off those corpses.

Oh, god.

So you're going to make
them all pay, by yourself?

How can you?

I'm going to let the
wolves eat each other.

Stephen, the service
will not forgive you.

I know.

[phone ringing]

MAN ON PHONE: Yes?

STEPHEN: Worthy Hsung, please.

It's Guerin.

Be at the Land House Van
Burkard exactly midnight

and you get the ship's papers.

Look on your tourist map.

And you better keep an
eye out for Seemuller.

He's been on me all day.

[phone ringing]

Doctor Seemuller?

If you want the Hsungs,
they'll be at the Land House

Van Burkard exactly midnight.

And they'll probably be armed.

[car approaching]

You, go around back.

All right.

[chinese]

[gun cocks]

HAROLD: [chinese]

Harold, [chinese]

Come on, Seemuller,
where the hell are you?

[gun clicks]

[gunfire]

[gunfire]

DR SEEMULLER: Come
in, Mr Guerin.

Put the gun on the floor.

I'm on your side, Doctor.

So you say.

The gun.

Now, I'd like to
thank you, Mr. Guerin,

for arranging this
little meeting.

He betrayed his own country.

Shut up, you foul little monkey.

You didn't do all this
killing by yourself, did you?

Yes.

You underestimate me, Mr Guerin.

Where's your African friend?

I don't need any black
to help me kill you.

You see, us Afrikaners are
a very efficient people.

[groaning]

[gunshot]

[coughing]

I thought you'd left.

I never killed a man before.

All this for a dead friend.

He's not dead.

He led me here.

God damn it, Cornelius.

36 dead men.

Go ahead.

Run away from this, you bastard.

[tropical music]

Where are you going?

London is a good town.

You can always find something
to do in a good town.

You don't have any papers.

Did you forget my training?

What about the local police?

A few questions.

People disappear down
here all the time.

I sent the ship's
papers to the insurers.

You know, the
company's severing

all connections with you?

Pension, ancillary employment,
references, you know the drill.

Come with me.

It wouldn't work.

It might.

This is my Aunt
Renata in Miami.

Kind of a personal
drop, but please

don't use it till
we're both very old.

You're the only part I regret.

[phone ringing]

Yeah?

What do you want?

No, I'm leaving on
the night flight.

[door closing]

All right.

I'll come.

CORNELIUS: Are you going
to kill me, Stephen?

Why?

You're already in hell.

Heh.

So I am.

They all know me here,
but they're good boys.

They won't give be away.

I'll get off soon.

Why are you hiding?

Everybody's dead.

Someone will always know.

You, for instance.

I wouldn't be
surprised if you hadn't

already sent the bloody
papers to Lloyd's of London.

[laughs]

Man like you would have
to do the right thing.

Tropics don't turn out in
Michelangelos or Cadillacs,

but they can do a good beer.

Why are we here?

We were buddies, weren't we?

Tie it off, proper.

You ran away,
left it all for me.

Your crimes, your crap.

How does that make us buddies?

You had the courage, Stephen.

I didn't.

You had it at the bank.

I was--

I was on show, don't you see?

Blood running high, no time
to think, I'm like that.

But once I saw Jan--

I never meant for you
to be hurt, Stephen.

I hope you know that.

We used to come down here
to go fishing, you remember?

I remember a lot.

If you're wondering
why I could go on living,

I wonder myself.

See, I don't believe in God or
retribution, any of that, no.

But it's all right here, down
here on this lovely earth.

But every time I
get set to pay, I

remember how the
Southern Cross looks

like from the deck of a
ship on the midnight watch.

The sound of the engines.

Warm night.

The sea slipping by.

And the great silence.

And then I'm a coward again.

Goodbye, Cornelius.

Stephen?

If you could?

You know, I don't
believe in much either.

I guess friendship's about it.

Goodbye, Stephen.

[soft music]