All language subtitles for Wild Geese II (1985)

Come on! Run!

Come over here. Move it!

Let's see something from you.

Up, up, up, up.

Jump!

Right. Go on.

Keith, find Captain Johns.

If he's set, tell him to send
lieutenant Flynn to take the airport.

Back that jeep out of here.

Take cover.

Take cover.

Rafer, come on, come on.

Allen, kill me.

For God's sake kill me!

No, no, I can't. I can't.

I understand precisely what
you're saying, Mr. McCann.

I do.

- But, I think that...
- Don't "but" me.

Now, why the hell do you think I put
you in charge of our European office?

Because I expect you to do the
impossible when I think it's to our benefit.

We're moving
much too quickly on this, sir.

Moving too quickly?

The man is practically 90
years old for Christ's sake.

He could die while
you and I are talking.

Mr. McCann, just attempting
this sort of thing, I mean,

whether we are
successful or not,

could cause
international repercussions.

I don't give a damn.

I know how dangerous it'll be.

But if we have one shot in a million,
we've got to take it.

If we pull this off,
it makes Watergate look like kid's stuff.

Listen, that old man

knows about secret deals that could
blast half the civilized world apart.

I want him and I don't
care how much it costs.

If we succeed,

our network is going to write a whole
new chapter in the history of the world,

and that's everything.

If we fail...

Well, listen you tried, and we'll make it
a goddamned good story out of that, too.

Now I understand you've got
the best mercenary available.

Yes. He's here waiting in
reception. His name's Alex Faulkner.

Well, get him in
and talk to him.

And get Kathy in there, too.
I want her comments.

And leave your box open,
I want to hear the conversation.

I won't say anything.

Bring Mr. Faulkner in right away

and get Kathy up here, okay?

Yes?

Miss Lukas,
Mr. Faulkner's here. Would you come up, please?

Okay, right away.

This is Mr. Faulkner.

How do you do? Michael Lukas.

How do you do?

Uh, Kathy.

Kathy, this is Alex Faulkner. Mr. Faulkner,
this is Kathy Lukas.

How do you do, Mr. Faulkner?

How nice to meet you.

You're both Lukases, are you?

Oh, I'm Michael's sister.

This network is riddled
with nepotism.

That's the nature of networks.
Please, have a seat.

- Uh, coffee, tea?
- No, nothing at all, thanks.

Whiskey'd be fine.

Oh, how do you drink it?

Just straight, thanks.

So, why are you interested
in an antique mercenary?

Planning a new series?
I'm available if you are.

- No, it's nothing quite like that.
- Thanks.

Kathy's patched together some tape that
we'd like for you to look at, Mr. Faulkner,

and after that we'll discuss it.

That'd be fine with me.

This man is Rudolf Hess,

a strange and controversial
figure in the Nazi party

before and during World War 1.

Today, approaching 90,

he is a prisoner at Spandau Prison
in West Berlin. His life, a mystery.

Hess was one of the founders
of the Nazi party.

He eventually became
Hitler's deputy Fuhrer,

second only to Hitler
in the Nazi hierarchy.

May, 1941,

with the war in Europe
very much in Germany's favor,

Hess flew alone from Germany

and parachuted from
his plane over Scotland.

His mission, to offer himself as
hostage in return for peace talks

with British leaders.

To this day, it is not known whether
Hess undertook this mission on his own

without Hitler's knowledge,

or whether if he and Hitler
planned it together...

You know, I'm well acquainted
with all this.

I understand. It's just to
refresh your memory.

...until the war ended.

Nurnberg, 1946,

Hess was put on trial with the
other captured German leaders.

Russian, French, British
and American prosecutors

tried what was left of
the German hierarchy

for war crimes and
crimes against humanity.

Most of the German leaders
were found guilty

and sentenced to death
by hanging,

or to long prison terms.

Hess was acquitted of
crimes against humanity,

but sentenced to life imprisonment
for conspiracy to wage war.

-Nein -Oh.

- To this day...
- You know it's nearly

impossible to count the number
of people who conspired to

wage war in the last 40 years,
or how many wars they've started.

I'm damned if I know of one
who went to prison for it.

Spandau Prison, Berlin, 1982.

Now, nearly 90 years old,

Hess has been in solitary confinement
in a prison cell for over 40 years,

most of those years spent
in Spandau prison.

He's now the only
inmate in a fortress

built to hold 600 prisoners.

I think that's enough for
our purposes, I mean,

unless you'd care to see more.

No thanks.
Forty years alone in a cell!

I suppose if it weren't Hess,
I should be inclined to say the poor bastard.

He's nothing but
a political pawn now.

Hmm.

So, ball in your court.

What do you want
to see me about?

With price no object,
Mr. Faulkner...

We'd like you

to get Hess out of Spandau
and deliver him to us.

Am I supposed to laugh?

You are joking, of course.

No, we're not, Mr. Faulkner.

The idea is just about the most insane
bit of work that I've ever been offered.

- Why on earth do you want him?
- To make news.

To expose a lot of very
important people who were

probably involved in making some

strange deals.

You know, it would to take a bloody
army even to try to get him out of Spandau.

Suppose you did. What then?

You're on West Berlin. You're
right in the middle of East Germany.

You'd have a war on your hands.

I am sorry, but,

that is just a touch
out of my range.

No, I...

I think you're probably confusing
me with my elder brother, Allen.

- No, but we heard about his death.
- Mmm-hmm.

Very sorry.

Yes. Well, thanks.

But, you know, I doubt if even
he would have taken this on.

Just the thought of
organizing it exhausts me.

Our last trip to Africa
ended in a blood bath,

compared to what you're suggesting,
it was a school picnic.

You have any idea what you're
up against in Berlin?

Some, yes, but we've been told
that you're the best in the business.

Thank you very much
for your hospitality.

Mr. Faulkner, I've told you
that price is no object.

I'm sorry. The answer's no.

Maybe when I was a good
deal fitter and somewhat crazier.

Ah!

Fitter and crazier.

Well, I wonder
if this might help.

I do know a chap who might

just be insane enough to be interested
and he's just as good as ever I was.

He's probably better.

Matter of fact, I think he's
here in London at the moment.

Rudolf Hess is the most
closely guarded man in the world.

Yes, he is,

but I would think the challenge
would appeal to you, Mr. Haddad.

Have you ever been to Berlin?

No.

I think you'll find it
a fascinating city.

This is everything I can find
on Hess and Spandau,

plus the military procedures of
the four powers used to guard him.

There's also a significant
amount of expense money in there

and a ticket to Berlin on the
two o'clock flight tomorrow.

I don't recall saying
I'd do this at all.

You haven't,
but I expect you will.

I have appointments tomorrow.

- Cancel them.
- You're a very irritating woman, Miss Lukas.

If it would make you feel more
comfortable, Mr. Haddad,

I can be all
sweetness and light.

No, I think I prefer irritating.

Okay. Now, Mr. Haddad,
we're very anxious to get started,

so straight out, will you
accept this assignment?

I never take a job unless I have
a reasonable chance to succeed.

That's very sensible.

It's the reason for your going to Berlin
tomorrow to see Spandau for yourself.

Let's say I do,

if I decide to go ahead with
it after I've seen Spandau,

I'll work my own way
without interference,

I'll get the money I want,
the price will be high,

and no bargaining, none at all.

- How about it?
- That's just fine.

We want the man, Mr. Haddad.
We're not worried about money.

Excellent!

Since we're all being listened into,
I assume, by your superior,

I believe you.

- Is that right?
- Yes, it is.

Ah, good luck, Mr. Haddad.

Thank you.

All right. Berlin tomorrow.

I'll be there the day after.

You're full of surprises.

Give me a number
where I can reach you.

It's also in the envelope.

Your self-confidence
is overwhelming.

Oh, one small point.

When you come to Berlin,
you'll be entering my world.

I don't think you have any
real idea what that's like.

You may regret it.

Or you may not live
to regret it at all.

You're in West Berlin for
business or for pleasure?

For business, monsieur.

- For how long?
- Uh, perhaps, one month.

Passport EC5...

Let him through.
We'll take the responsibility.

Most people I know
generally say hello.

We did that on the phone.

All right! We ration greetings.

It may take me a while
to learn how you operate.

Isn't this an odd place to
pick for a meeting?

Yeah, I always wanted
to run in the stadium where

Jesse Owens stuck it to Hitler.

Well, good.

Now that you've done that,
I'll select our meeting places.

What have you seen of
Berlin so far?

I thought we were here
to discuss business.

Oh, and no idle chatter.

I may be getting the hang of it.

Tell me, how's business?

I've seen
the outside of Spandau.

I know the guard routine,
of the Americans anyway.

So what's next?

I have to find a way to see
the inside of Spandau.

- Which won't be easy.
- Which may be impossible.

With a man like you,
surely nothing is impossible.

Look, I'm sorry.

Why don't we start this whole
relationship all over again

before it becomes
a real problem, okay?

I don't see any problem at all.

All right,

no problem.

Now,
I'd like to know where you're staying in Berlin.

I move every day.
I'll be in touch with you.

Right, follow us.

Quick march.

Left, right, left, right,
left, right. Halt!

Left, right. Halt!

Oye, pull over.

Halt! Left, right,
left, right, left.

Halt! Left, right, halt!

Left, right, halt!

Halt!

Fall out!

Guard. Get away.

Hello, liebchen.

Sorry, I'm not buying.

Oh, you just wouldn't believe
the kind of time I can show you.

Oh, I believe it.

You've got to be the second
best piece of ass in Berlin,

but my wife...

- She's the first.
- Aw.

- Nice meeting you.
- Listen...

Listen...

Let me give you my card,

for when she starts
getting headaches.

Move. Schnell! Schnell!

Ah!

Welcome to Berlin,

Mr. Haddad.

- Who are you?
- I ask the questions.

Why are you in Berlin?

We can continue
to do this all night,

but it's such a waste of time.

Now, tell me.

Why are you in Berlin?

How...

How do you know my name?

You are being modest.

A man who hurt Palestinian
commander units in Lebanon

so badly that they have a very
attractive price on this head.

Let's not play games.

This is our city.

We like to know
what goes on here.

Then read
the fucking newspapers.

Let me help you.

You have been seen
studying Spandau.

You are interested in Hess,

am I correct?

As I said, we have time.

Before you become
unconscious again,

you are interested in Hess?

Who gave you the contract?

Americans.

Television network.
You knew that, didn't you?

And you were to rescue Hess?

I was just seeing if
that could be done.

And in your esteemed opinion,

Mr. Haddad, can it?

No. No.

And you know how many men
have investigated that idea

and found it impossible,

including me?

Well, it doesn't matter.

Let me explain
your position to you.

Your Palestinian friends
have been good to us

and it will please us to
do them a favor.

Good morning, Mr. Haddad.

I am Colonel Reed-Henry.

Reed-Henry is hyphenated.

Somehow my mother's maiden
name wandered in there.

Never mind.

My God, you do
look bloody awful.

How are you feeling?

Surprised.

Ah, yes.

Hmm.

You were in our sector of Berlin
when you were found last night.

Strange business.

Thought I'd better pop over,
see what happened.

Incidentally, the doctor says
you're a lucky man.

Nothing broken,
just a mild concussion.

I expect you've got
a smashing headache.

Yeah, I have.

Tell me.

Are colonels always
in the habit of just

popping over to visit
injured tourists?

It was on my way.

I've seen the police reports.

Hand cuffs and shooting and
all that nasty stuff.

And you say you know nothing
about it or who did it.

No, I'm sorry.

See if you can recognize
any of these.

No.

That's Heinrich Stroebling.

Used to be a Gehlen
Organization man.

Very right wing.

Now, he works for
the Soviets in East Germany.

He's in charge of
organizing and equipping

urban terror groups
all over the world.

Vicious bastard,
so they tell me.

Well, I won't keep you.

We know who you are, Mr. Haddad.

Would you like to tell me
what you're doing here?

No.

I suppose not.

Good day.

Oh, my God!

What happened to you?

Somebody tried to kill me.

Kill you?

Yeah.

Who?

I'm not sure.

I've got to get away
for a while.

If I'm gonna work here,
I need a man at my back.

Have you a particular
man in mind?

Yeah, his name's Alex Faulkner.

Ah, Jesus.

He's working in
Munich right now.

Faulkner? Yes,
Faulkner turned us down in this.

Well, he's a sensible man.

I may do the same.

Until I decide, I need help,

and he's the best man I know.

And do we have to pay him?

Price is no object,
Miss Lukas, correct?

Why yes, of course.

Good.

After I've reached him, you
make your deal with him.

I'll be away until then.

Where are you going?

Um.

Somewhere near here.

Ah, yes. Bavaria.

Yeah.

I know a lovely little inn right
outside of Munich. I'll take you there.

I don't need company.

I understand,
but I need you alive.

Besides, a married couple on a holiday
wouldn't attract much attention, would we?

Yes, I know it's dangerous,
Hassan, but I need this.

I'll contact him right away.

Tell him I'm only
two hours away.

Ring me back.
Ask for Louis Dubois.

What are you reading?

A letter Hess wrote
to his wife in 1962.

"After so many years in jail,"

"I understand why the Chinese,
when fate has been kind to them,"

"go to the market to buy
captive birds to set them free."

Oh, that's touching.

Touching?

It's interesting.

I never knew
the Chinese did that.

I don't give a damn about Hess.

Hello.

I've got Faulkner for you.

Yes, thank you.

Faulkner's in.
He'll meet us here.

Good morning.

Morning.

I thought maybe you'd like
to have some company,

which probably you won't.

So, I thought maybe I would
like to have some company.

For conversation's sake, ah,

which probably
you won't like either.

Uh, you were brought up in
Lebanon. Did you go to college there?

I wasn't really brought
up there. I was

born and raised in
Pittsburg, Pennsylvania.

My dad's family were
all Lebanese.

And when I graduated from high school,
we all moved over there.

And yeah I, I went to the
American University in Beirut.

Ah, and what did you study?

Pre-med.

Did you go to medical school?

- Yeah.
- And?

And nothing. I just left.

Why?

I notice that you wear
a wedding band.

Are you married?

Yeah, I was.

So, you're divorced now?

My wife and our
3-year-old daughter

were shot dead in
a village south of Beirut.

And my mother. And my father.

And I went to war and
death ate its way into me...

And it never left.

I'm so sorry.

Get down! Get down!

Guten Morgen.

It's all right. It's all right.

Oh, shit! I...

I had seen the inside of the

Spandau courtyard and
there's only one weak spot.

The smuts barracks.

If I could get in there with
some men and over the wall,

then what?

Oh, damn!

Here, let me do that.
Let me help you.

Let me see.

I mean, I don't know

what cell he's kept in,
whether they move him from cell to cell, uh,

whether they rotate the guards,
how many guards there are.

But, all right, I find him.
That's just the beginning.

How do I get an 89-year-old
man out of there and out of Berlin?

-You can't...
- Shh, stand still...

- Okay, okay, okay...
- Stay still, stay still.

You can't bribe
an entire army, can you?

Four armies.

No, I can't.

Then there's the Berlin police.

Shh!

For thy sweet love
remembered such wealth brings.

That then I scorn to change
my state with kings.

You bastard.

Well, I never!

I crown your love making
with a Shakespearean sonnet

and all you can do is make
nasty remarks about my parents.

I feel deeply wounded.

Alex, you're a genuine madman.

No question about that.

What bothers me is it's the only
Shakespeare sonnet that I can remember.

So much for a good education.

Get out!

John, are you going to
let him stand there?

My, aren't you splendid?

How the hell
did you get in here?

Now John, you should know
better than to ask me a thing like that.

I have my devilish ways.

I can't believe this.

Please, get him out.

I assure you I mean well.
Don't I, John?

Yeah, generally he means well.

He was watching us.

- You are sick.
- I know.

But I'm sure you'd sympathize if you
knew what hell it is living the life of a voyeur.

You look as if someone had
dropped you through a shredder...

Bloody inconsiderate.

Anyone for refreshment?

May I call you Kathy?

Of course, given enough money,
I could equip a regiment in this town.

Anyway that should do you.

Thank you.

What is it? What's wrong?

Oh, it's nothing.

I was once bitten by
the wrong kind of mosquito.

Every now and again the brute will
insist that I remember the occasion.

It's just a touch of malaria.

I never knew about that.

Ah, it's not a big problem.
Pills take care of it.

Tell me, Alex,
how'd you get the leg?

Oh, well, that was
a truly romantic adventure.

Yes, now, where was I?

Angola? Namibia?

No, Kensington High Street
in London.

I was on my way to
a chamber music concert there

and I was run into
by a motorbike.

Yes. Broke it in four places.

Still, it makes me look rather interesting,
don't you think so?

No.

You watch me,
John. I'll hobble faster than you can walk.

And what comes next?

Find us some safe houses,

then drop out of sight
and watch my back.

My dear John,
I consider the responsibility of keeping you alive

to be an act of faith,

of love

and, indeed, of friendship.

And as I happen to
be independently bankrupt,

a financial necessity as well.

John,

British Army car just pulled up.

Fellow dressed like a soldier. He's
just got out. I've got about 10 seconds.

Nine, eight, seven, six...

Let him come.

That'd be brilliant, hitting
a soldier on the doorstep.

Just keeping you informed.

Leave your radio on.

Mr. Haddad?

Yes.

Colonel Reed-Henry extends his
compliments and would like you to join him.

- Now?
- Yes, sir.

It's what you might call an evening
on the town. He thinks you'll enjoy it.

If you don't mind, sir,
I consider it advisable.

Oh, there you are. On your way,
my girl, on your way.

Just be a few minutes.

Lovely, isn't it?

Germans make vulgarity
an art. Can I buy you a drink?

No, thank you.

Tell me why I'm here.

Good,
straight to the point. We can talk freely here.

This place is too noisy to
bug. Rare even for Berlin!

Remarkable, the people
you run into in this place.

That general is the governor
of the Russian sector.

Now, I understand you want to
get Hess out of Spandau?

- Is that a serious question?
- Quite serious.

You won't manage it,
no one could.

Incidentally,
that was Stroebling who picked you up, wasn't it?

- Yes.
- Why'?

Something to do with
a Palestinian group.

Well, Mr. Haddad,
I might be prepared to help you with this.

Now why would you
want to do that?

The presence of Hess in Spandau
is one of several reasons which gives

the Russians the right to
station troops in the British sector.

We don't want that situation. We
try to make life as difficult as we can.

And the man simply
refuses to die.

Obviously, we can't free Hess just like
that with 20 million Russian dead in the war,

the political repercussions
would be tremendous.

But if someone like you could manage it,
that would be quite different.

Providing, of course,
it's not the British Army's turn to do guard duty.

The French take over from
the Americans next week,

- time presses, I assume?
- More or less.

I understand that no matter which army
guards Spandau, one of Hess's personal wardens

- is always British, is that true?
- Yes.

And now you are about to ask if I'm so
bloody anxious to get Hess out of Berlin

that I'd even talk
to you about it,

why don't I just have him poisoned
or something and be done with it?

Answer?

The rules require an autopsy at which
all four powers must be represented.

I'd be caught, wouldn't 1?

Hess is due for a medical
check-up tomorrow.

Whenever that's necessary,

he's taken by military convoy
to the British Military Hospital

in Dickensweg.

In my opinion, that's the one
weak link in the entire security net.

Now if you could manage to be at the
East Gate of Spandau at 10:00 in the morning.

One thing.

I must approve each step you take
in advance. You can reach me there.

It might just work.

I almost wish it wouldn't.

- Thinking about it though, you know II...
- Kathy.

Yeah?

I'm not the reason you're here.

Yes, I know.

I'm accepting your contract.

Isn't there a less impersonal
way of saying that?

No.

I guess I'm supposed
to ask you your price, huh?

It's all expenses payable as I need
them plus 400,000 American dollars,

half in a Swiss bank now,
the other half when I deliver Hess to you.

Okay, done.

What are we supposed to do now?

Shake hands?

John?

Yeah?

There's a really disgusting looking
character standing under a tree

a block down to your right.

Take a look at him.

Yeah, I see him.
We've met before.

Okay, now look to your left.
There's another revolting creature.

Got him.

I don't know if they're
here to pick me up or kill me.

But I want them stopped.

What, now?

Yeah, now.

Oh, lovely. We aim to please.

Now look,

there's a little courtyard,
it's in the Turkish Quarter.

I think you'd
better write this down.

One eight eight,

Oraneanstrasse.

I don't know where you are Alex,
but there are four of them.

One's in a black Ford.

- One of them's a woman. I've
seen them. Just keep moving.

I don't know why they
haven't made their move.

The driver keeps calling in,
I guess for instructions.

Alex, where the hell
are you? Come in.

Halt!

Halt!

Now I'd call that perfection.

Two for me, one for you.

Thanks a lot, Colonel.

Why didn't you say something?

Now you know I don't talk
when I'm working.

It breaks my concentration.

If it is ever... Ah!

Your friends are all dead.
Do you understand?

You're not.

Only because you're taking
this to Stroebling.

- Ugh.
- Wear this for a while.

An accident off Heerstrasse.

I'd guess that's
the most likely place.

I'll need some help.

Such as?

Access to a warden at
Spandau. Someone close to Hess.

Oh, I can handle that.

My men are going to impersonate
a unit of British Military Police.

- We'll need to be properly trained and equipped.
- That, too.

I'm going to substitute
a body for Hess.

How much time have I got
before the autopsy?

Mmm. Possibly two hours
before they all get to the hospital.

I understand your problem
getting him out of Berlin.

Now if you can break Hess
from the convoy,

British Intelligence will do
that. I can guarantee you.

Where will you take him?

You and I will settle that
another time.

Now I understand you've had
another run-in with Stroebling?

Now German police
are quite upset.

That was unavoidable.

Now if you could do
something about Stroebling...

No, I can't. You're on your own.

Stroebling's given us
hell for years,

but his ties to the terror
groups are absolutely secure.

And he refuses to retire.
We enjoy that situation.

I can't let you kill him.

As for him killing you,

you keep me informed.

That's our man.
Let's go meet him.

Come on, get in.

I'd feel easier if
we were both on the street.

I see you have found
some friends. A few.

You said you have something
to offer me. What is it?

I'm tired of having
your men come after me.

You've lost three so far. I
promise you there'll be more.

Mr. Haddad, I don't intend to
risk my people on you any further.

I understand that the Palestinians
just missed you in London recently.

I have already let them know
you're here. They will handle it.

- You're gonna call them off.
- Am I? Why?

I've found a way to kidnap Hess.

If that were so,

I would want him
very much indeed.

And I'm prepared
to give him to you.

But you are still working for your American group,
aren't you?

Why this
sudden change of loyalty?

When it comes to my survival,
I work for myself.

- So we bargain.
- We do.

First, I want
a free run in Berlin.

No interference from you,
or anyone you control.

Second.

If I guarantee to deliver
Hess to you alive,

I want the Palestinian price
on me lifted permanently.

Your life for Hess.

That seems fair.
When would I get him?

A few weeks at the most.

I don't suppose you want
to tell me how it can be done?

No.

- Or where you can deliver him to me?
- Not yet.

Do we have a deal?

We do.

When Hess is delivered,
I'll arrange to have the price on you lifted.

No. I want that now.

If I don't deliver Hess,
and I'm still alive,

- send them after me again.
- Done.

- How do I know that?
- You can trust me.

You can always find out how to
reach me through this number.

Good luck, Mr. Haddad.

Mr. Haddad. James Murphy.

Good evening.

My wife is out playing bridge.
Scotch, sir?

Thank you.

You know, Hess is a stubborn old devil,
but in a strange way I've come to admire him.

- How's his health?
- Oh, he's very fit for his age.

Lately he's been having
asthma attacks,

but that's all. I mean,
he responds to Ephedrine.

Has the Colonel explained
what I have in mind?

Yes, sir. He has.

We can't wait for Hess's
regular checkup.

We have to pick the time and force
the convoy to take the shortest route

to the hospital which is along
the Heerstrasse.

That means we have
to create an emergency.

Can you handle that?

Yes,
sir. If I were to inject him with Propranolol,

it would bring on an
acute asthma attack.

Now, he'd collapse and if they didn't
move him quickly enough, he'd die.

What would be the procedure?

They would get him into the
intensive care unit in hospital

as quickly as possible.

Now if you give me two days notice, I can
have him ready within five minutes either way

whenever you want him.

- Can you mark the ambulance he'll be in?
- Yes, sir.

A luminous strip of tape on the right rear
mudguard. Will that be enough for you?

Yes.

Thank you.
You've been very helpful.

One more thing, sir.

I was a warrant officer
in the Irish Guards.

Colonel Reed-Henry has asked me to
train your men as a Royal Military Police.

I trust you will tell
me where and when?

You're gonna be a very busy man.

Yes, sir. I enjoy that. Being a
prison warder is not exactly my line.

What do you want me to hit?

A Mercedes ambulance.

It'll be traveling in
an armed military convoy.

I want it knocked on its side. So you'll
be skidding across these railroad lines.

- The timing has to be perfect.
- What car do you want me to drive?

That's up to you.

Can I modify the Mercedes
to control better in a spin?

No, not at all.

And no protection.

Nothing except a seatbelt. I don't
want them to think this is anything but

an ordinary traffic accident.
You were speeding,

you hit something
and you skidded.

I will need this road to be
wet for the skid.

Okay, we'll have to
figure that out.

The deal is worth 25,000
American dollars.

I'll do it.

John, start walking towards your
car. When I say fall, hit the ground.

Right. Let's go.

That's Faulkner.

- Where is he?
- Never mind. Just keep walking.

Fall.

Just try and look as if it's
normal practice

for you to fall on your arses
all the time.

Thanks, Alex.

I think I'll give the silly
buggers a decent send-off.

I assure you I knew
nothing about it.

We have an agreement
and you'd better stick to it.

Which I've done.
Word has gone out.

I guarantee you this will
not happen again.

I can only apologize
for the inconvenience.

Excuse me, miss.
Do you speak English?

- Yes, I do.
- Would you mind having a look at this?

Oh, I'm as lost as a babe
in the woods. Oh.

Oh, if I could only find out where I am. Here,
I'll lay it out here for you.

Could you point
out the Kudamm to me.

I don't know where that is.

Well, let's see, we're on the...

Come on, get in.

Get in there.

Mr. Haddad.

How did you get this number?

That's not important.

I have taken the girl.

That is.

Mr. Haddad.

I'm here.

I believe in insurance.

Especially when it's free.

You and I shall meet
later to discuss this.

Good afternoon.

What do you want?

You have an assassin
working for you.

Colonel Faulkner.

I want him brought out into
the open so he can be killed.

I won't do that.

If that's what this meeting is about,
it's over.

What if I told you that it's
his life against the girl's?

Then kill her.

- You surprise me.
- Do l?

Look down very casually
at my left hand.

I don't mind dying at all.

How about my life for yours,
right here and now?

Neither of us wants that.

Put the knife away.

Not yet. I'm committed
to giving you Hess.

When I do, I get the girl.
Then and there.

Or I will kill Hess.

Agreed.

And Faulkner?

All right, he stays alive.

But you bring him in where
I can keep an eye on him.

An eye on Colonel Faulkner.

Now that is amusing.

No it isn't, Mr. Haddad.

Because I'm putting a
man with you until it's over.

He will see that
you honor your bargain.

I have to go. You keep Faulkner
and you get a new lieutenant.

Excellent.

Now,

that would have been
a foolish waste.

I have one question.

It's just curiosity.

Why do you want Hess?

I work for the Soviets now,
for my own personal reasons.

No ideology is involved.
I have no love for them.

Nor for the English
or the Americans

who have defeated and
destroyed my country twice.

I am still a German.

Hess knows of secret
summits and betrayals,

which will savage Russia and England
for as long as man will remember.

What happens to me then
no longer matters.

This is your man. He's I.LR.A.

He doesn't even remember how many
British soldiers he's killed in Northern Ireland.

We exchange terrorists
because we need new faces.

I want to know the girl
stays unharmed.

You'll be allowed to
speak to her by phone.

Hourigan will have
the various numbers.

Mr. Hourigan. Mr. Haddad.

I'm very pleased to meet you.

Go fuck yourself, Mr. Hourigan.

Joseph.

It's good to see you.

Jamil.

Pierre.

Michael.

She's all right.
I'll explain everything later.

Patrick Hourigan.

This is Joseph, Jamil,
Michael, Pierre, Alex.

We'll all be living here, working together.
We'll take turns cleaning up and cooking.

Michael and I will
share that bedroom there.

Alex gets the small
bedroom to himself.

Hourigan, Joseph and Jamil
share the large bedroom.

Pierre sleeps at home.

Wait a minute.

I don't share a room
with any wogs.

So you can change your
bloody sleeping arrangements.

Hey! You! What's the matter
with the wops?

Wogs.

I said wogs.

Wogs. Oh, wogs! Please excuse me.
I'm so sorry. I think you say the wops.

Arabs. Them bastards.

Ah.

You know, you want to be a little bit careful,
because the boss you know,

he's a wog. And them, I think
they're Jews, I don't know.

It's a bit of a problem,

because you don't want to
spend all the night in the toilet.

Unless maybe you don't mind to
share a room with a wop?

All right, all right.

At least you're a white man.

A white man, yeah.

Very much your lucky day,
old man.

You've got yourself a room
with a British Army Officer,

Alex Faulkner.

I am Sergeant-Major Murphy.
Good evening, gentlemen.

Have any of you had
any formal military training?

Right here.

The correct answer to the question is "Yes,
sir."

Yes, sir.

What's your name?

Hourigan.

- H...U...
- Enough'

I didn't ask you that.
I asked for your name!

Hourigan. Patrick M, sir.

And where did you serve?

In your shit-eating
Brit army, sir!

- Put her on.
- Immediately?

Mr. Haddad.

- Hello?
- Kathy, are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

Have they hurt you?

- No.
- Are they forcing you to give me these answers?

No, John. I'm all right.
Really. Don't worry.

I just miss you.

I miss you.

Listen, Michael's here.
I'm going to put him on.

- Hello, Kathy?
- Michael.

Michael.

I didn't know you were here.

It's so good to hear your voice.

Yours too, sweetheart.

You sound fine.

Yes I am. Uh, where are you?

Don't worry about me. The only
thing that's important now is you.

Kathy, do you have
any idea where you are?

Kathy? Kathy?

Stroebling? Stroebling?

Stroebling?

Mr. Hourigan.

You need a shine.

Work on it.

El Ali is a man of all trades,
schemes and skullduggeries,

and a procurer of
the unprocurable.

And the server
of the undrinkable.

Good for you, sir.

So what can I do for you?

Let's start with
seven passports.

- What nationality?
- I don't know.

They have to be real people
who are visiting here for one day.

And those seven people have
to be persuaded to stay in Berlin

on that day instead of going
back to their own country.

Persuaded? Most enjoyable.

I assume they're to be part of
a large group of tourists?

Yes.

I also want a dead body.

A recognizable face.

We'll want the same physical
characteristics listed here, more or less.

Just enough to pass
quick scrutiny.

You'll also want him kept
frozen. I know a reliable mortician.

You're still not about to tell me
what the hell's going on, are you?

No.

Who's hired who, John?

While you're here you do what I
say. You'd better understand that now.

Oh, you've done a damn fine job of it so far,
boss man.

My sister's waiting
somewhere for a bullet.

Michael, you're gonna have to
trust me whether you like it or not.

If you don't, I guarantee you,
we're all dead, Kathy included.

Parade halt!

He's a delightful fellow,
that Hourigan. Oh, he's charming.

Do you know what
the darling man does?

He offers me LSD tablets
in a glass of booze at night.

From the goodness
of his heart, you understand.

I, of course,
pretend to take them. I chuck them down the loo.

I then begin to describe to him the
gorgeous colors that I'm supposed to be seeing.

When he thinks I'm too spaced out to notice,
he sneaks out of the window and he's gone

for a couple of hours.

Yeah,
that must be when he goes to report to Stroebling.

- You throw the stuff down the toilet, right?
- Mmm.

Mmm.

Now this is everything
I could find.

We've got an international
book fair next Wednesday.

We've got a jazz festival,

figure skating championships,

three big soccer matches,
a short subjects film festival,

a Western European Economic Conference,
etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

It's all there, dates, places,
everything. Is that it?

Yes.

Good work, Michael.

Yeah.

August the 26th.

Excellent. Now,

have you decided on the
nationality yet?

I hope we can settle
that right now.

There's a football match

in the Post Stadium in West Berlin
between a German club and an Austrian club,

on the 26th.

For which El Ali
has two tickets.

Coincidence is often the rule
rather than the exception.

I assume there'll be tourists
coming in from Austria for the match.

Oh, yes. I have influence with a travel
company that books some of those tours.

What influence?

My second cousin owns it.

El Ali sees exactly what
you want. Presto!

My cousin has the names
of all the tour members.

Tell me how the tour works.

Yes. From Vienna,

they come into Schonefeld
Airport in East Berlin

through the checkpoint
by bus to the Post Stadium.

East Berlin?

All Austrian planes are
obliged to land at Schonefeld.

They are strictly supervised
in the East.

But they'll all come home
after the match crazy drunk.

There is rollicking confusion.

It would be dangerous,

but with some luck it
could be done.

So...

All right.

Austria.

Ah.

That's a queer old show you're puttin' on there,
squire.

What do you call it?

Malaria.

Hourigan,

would you do me a favor?

There's a bottle of pills
over there somewhere.

Get me three of them
and some water.

And don't tell Haddad.

Malaria?

You look as if you'll be dead
by the time I get back.

Well, well,

still in the land
of the living, eh?

Here.

Thanks.

Oh, you're welcome, boyo.

You're listening to the
live satellite sports

from the United States on the
American Forces Network, Berlin.

What's happening you see is
you've got this cleaver in your hand

and your other hand
is on a table.

And you're raising the cleaver because
you're going to cut your own hand off.

Oh, no.

Oh, yes.

You bring the cleaver down hard,
and your hand falls clean off.

And the room is filled
with blood.

Oh, no, no.

You can see the cleaver,
can't you?

- No.
- Up it comes.

It's sharp and it's clean,

but when it cuts through you,
it's dripping with your own blood!

Help me!

Help!

- And down it comes. Now!
- Help me. Help!

No!

Easy, Alex. Take it easy.

- Alex, it's all right. It's John. Hold on.
- No! No!

There's Valium in my
suitcase, go get it.

Take it easy, take it easy, you just hang
on. You're just having a bad trip, that's all.

- No.
- I've got him. I've got him.

Now this is John. This is John.
I'm here and nothing can hurt you.

You're an inch away from
a broken neck.

You'll hear it snap.
You'll feel yourself die.

You ready?

I am. Nothing could
make me happier.

One more wrong move in this
house and you're a dead man!

This one is a perfect match. With a bit of work,
it could be his twin.

- It's very good.
- Thank you, sir.

One more thing.

I'm sorry about your football tickets,
but I'll be needing you and some of your friends

on the 26th.

Let me explain.

He'll be delivered August 26th,
21-00 hours. Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial.

Where are you taking him?

All the details are in here.

Yeah?

- August 26th. 21:00 hours. Have you got that?
- Yeah.

- Good.
- Have the girl with you,

or I'll kill him right there.

I've now finished
with you, gentlemen.

Congratulations.
You've shaken down very well.

But remember always to behave

with authority and precision,
and I'm sure you will do.

And what on earth has
happened to you?

Who's asking?

I'd love to congratulate
the other chap.

It has been a privilege and
a pleasure to work with you,

and I should like to wish you
the very best of British luck.

One last thing.

Now I've heard
several of you cursing,

and you don't sound
like soldiers.

If it happens during this operation,
you are finished, believe me.

Now if you feel like cursing,

ask Hourigan to teach you.

After all if you can swear
like a bog Irishman,

nobody will even try
to understand you.

Good day, gentlemen.

Hold your ground, Murphy,
and hold your mouth

and I'll tell you a wee story.

I've seen them, Murphy.

I've seen them tying string round their
turn-ups so the shit doesn't run down

the backs of their legs
into their boots.

I've seen them shoveling their guts
back into their tunics out of the gutter

and I'll see you, Murphy.

I'll see you at the other
end of this.

I'll see you.

What do you say?

You dirty, filthy I.R.A. scum.

How does it feel, Hourigan?

Lovely, isn't it?

That's for the three
soldiers you got in Belfast.

But this one is for me.

You won't be needing me anymore,
sir. So, I'll say goodbye now.

You'll manage without Hourigan.

You take over as RSM.

No hard feelings, sir.

- Thank you, Murphy.
- Sir!

Nothing changes. Joseph,
Jamil, get rid of the body.

I'm RSM.

Stroebling will kill the girl.

Don't worry, Michael.

I'll think of something.

You know there is a way we
can turn this to our advantage.

It's really up to you, Michael.

- How's that?
- I offer you to Stroebling as a second hostage.

And how will that help us?

Well, say Stroebling buys it,

I'll put you on the street,
he'll pick you up,

Alex will be watching,
following.

With any luck,
you'll lead us to Kathy.

You devious bastard!

You've been planning this
all along, haven't you?

If Murphy hadn't
have killed Hourigan,

- you would have.
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no! That was my job.

And I was expendable
all the time.

I didn't ask you to
come here, Michael,

and I would have done anything
to keep Kathy out of this.

It's up to you.

Will you do it?

Yeah.

Michael, do you
want to try it on?

Sure.

Hmm, let's see.

That'll fit.

It's perfect.

You know, I may have
missed my true calling,

I'm a downtown detailer.

- What's it for?
- Well, actually boy, it's a bomb.

No, it's quite all right.

It's a rather stylish sort of bomb,
I have to say, but it's a bomb,

which you're going to be wearing
when Stroebling picks you up.

All right.

Uh, when you trigger this,

it's got a 10 second fuse.

Burns like hell for about half
a minute and then it'll explode.

Now, I want it to go off
at exactly 20:30 hours.

- Now, this is the trigger.
- Mmm-hmm.

You set it going by,

by pushing that lever down hard.

- You want to try?
- Yeah.

It's not loaded,
or anything, right?

Inside here is a glass ampoule,

you got to hear it break, hmm?

Now, you've got about 40 seconds,
the whole thing blows.

Forty seconds, right.

How do I get to the coat?

- Do you smoke?
- No.

Well, now is your chance to try.

Jamil, thermo-heater's
still working?

Yes, the body is still warm.

- Lukas? Get in.
- Yes.

Search him.

Alex?

Ah, I've been waiting for you.

I've found them,
no problem at all.

I'm in an old bus right
across the street from them,

- top deck.
- Right, we're on our way.

The address is Manhart Clubs,

drive around the back,
the door's wide open.

- Pierre?
- Ready, John, I'm in position.

El Ali?

Ready and waiting.

John, Stroebling's just left.

There's two men
with him and a driver.

- Got it?
- Right.

Come on over. I've saved you
a front seat for the fireworks.

The two outside are yours.

Then follow me.

I believe somewhat, yes, sir.

What are you doing?

- Sit down, sit down.
- I need a cigarette.

Listen, all I want is a smoke,
is that okay?

Yeah, it's okay.

Put it out.

Get on the floor.

On the floor, quick, quick!

Michael, no! Michael, don't.

Michael, Michael!

Michael!

- Come on, Kathy.
- No! No.

Michael. No!

No!

I'm sorry, he's dead.

Michael, no.

- Come on, let's get out of here.
- Michael, no!

- I've got her.
- Please, please! He's my brother.

This is my brother!

- Come on, let's go.
- No.

Come on, Kathy. Come on.

Michael!

- Do you know where you're meeting us?
- Yeah.

Right, let's go.

We...

We tried.

El Ali, El Ali.

- Anything yet?
- There's some activity at the prison.

- Joseph?
- Okay, John, we're here ready, waiting for you.

I'm two minutes away.

The convoy has just left.

I hear you, convoy just left.

Joseph?

Joseph, I'm almost there.

Okay, John?

El Ali, El Ali.

Which ambulance is he in?

He's in the first ambulance,
repeat, first ambulance.

- I hear you. Pierre?
- I hear you.

- First ambulance!
- Ready for the spraying?

On Dickenswegstrasse now,
60 kilometers an hour,

about 10 meters
between each vehicle.

They're now coming
up to Pichelsdorf.

The ambulances
are changing position.

He is in the
second ambulance now.

I am ready. Second ambulance.

Water, now.

Coming to the bridge now.

All right.

- Who's in charge here?
-I am, sir.

Well, transfer this man to the other
ambulance and get him to the hospital.

- Yes, sir.
- Now, get a bloody move on.

- Yes, sir.
- Come on you two, you heard him.

There are men hurt in there,
move them.

All right, give the signal.

- Now, where's Hess?
- Where are the hostages?

At this address

waiting for you to pick them up.

Haddad said to me,
"No hostages, no Hess."

There's no choice for you.

Now, where's Hess?

- Haddad said to me...
- Do you want this address?

Yes, of course.

Then tell me,

where is Hess?

Come on!

Haddad holds him at the
Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial.

It was not safe to bring him here,
too much police here.

You are to use our Land Rover,

you are to wear these uniforms.

They will think you are military police,
so, you will be safe.

Now, give me
the address, please.

Get rid of him,

and meet us at the
Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial.

- How is he?
- I think, all right.

Let's go.

If he starts to come through,
give him a sedative.

Haddad.

- How is he?
- Awake.

Very tired, breathing okay.

We got him. Pierre's dead.

Well, we've got to fill
the same places on the coach.

So, he is going to have to
come along with us.

And we'll just have to hope that
Michael's passport works for him.

You better tell him.

All right, you're going to be
with Hess.

He's your grandfather
and he's very, very drunk.

And he doesn't know what he's
doing or where he is. Can you do it?

What can I say to you about
Michael?

- Nothing.
- Okay, come on.

There, towards bus number one.

Pull in here.

The German's are quiet,
Austria won.

Right, from now on,
we're drunk and happy.

Get on the bus, you drunken pig.

You two were not
on this bus coming here.

Oh, we were in bus number two.

So, these men asked us to change seats
so they could play cards with their friends.

This is my grandfather.
Too much drinking.

This is against the rules.

Seamus!

Here, come on!

Murphy.

Sir.

- We've had a problem.
- What's happened?

I'm sorry.

I'm terribly sorry.

Passport, bitte.

He's my grandfather.

Thank you.

Auf Wiedersehen,

auf Wiedersehen!

Well, gentlemen, at long last,
we are all agreed on something.

It's not Hess.

You.

Hey, you.

Show me your passport.

- My passport? You've seen my passport.
- Come on.

I don't understand the problem.

Please, I've shown it
several times already.

Show me your papers.

- Quickly!
- Hold on, I think I've got his papers.

Here, here it is. This is his passport,
see there.

Attention please,
Fortune airlines is now ready for departure

of charter flight 8087
to Vienna.

Please proceed to gate 12.

...expect me to sit off
and ask them questions.

- Willy.
- Ah! Come in, come in.

We congratulate you.

Well done, well done!

Here, you must have some vodka.

- No, thank you, I don't...
- Nonsense, you deserve it.

And some caviar.

I was just now telling llya if you
could have seen Barclay's face.

"Well, gentlemen,
we all agree it's not Hess."

Come, drink.

To the end of Hess.

- Willy, you don't drink with us.
- Look, it all went wrong.

- You joke with us.
- Be quiet.

Explain.

I have no excuses for this.

Haddad outsmarted me.
I killed three men,

I was sure that
one of them was Hess.

It wasn't.

Impossible.

- What are you saying?
- I told you to be quiet.

Who was it?

Stroebling.

Where is Hess?

I don't know.

Maybe you should drink that now.

You have served us well
for many years,

but there is no reward for you.

This incident is too sensitive.

I am sure you understand.

See that his body is found

in the British Sector.

Would you like some of
this? It's fresh orange juice.

Yes, please.

Vienna.

- This is Vienna?
- Yes, you are safe here.

From what?

- John, he should rest.
- Yes.

Are you hungry?

No,

I would like to sit.

Tell me, why am I here?

Who are you people?

It's very complicated.

- After you're rested...
- Ah, please, I'm not a child,

I was given drugs, yes?

- Yes.
- Yes, why?

We did it.

We're at the company's guest
house and he's in the next room.

Oh, that's fantastic.

How did you do it? Oh,
don't. No. Save me the details till later.

We got too much to do.
Where's Michael?

Oh, this is incredible.

- Michael is dead.
- Michael is dead?

Oh, God. Oh, God.
Oh, what happened?

He was killed in
Berlin yesterday.

Oh, no. Jeez!

Oh, Kathy, I'm so sorry.
I don't know what to say.

Anyhow, look, I don't want to
talk about it now.

Like you said, there's too
much to be done.

I'll need my crew tomorrow morning,
because I can't do anything else without them.

I thought what I'd do is start
with a small interview

with him discussing
his background, the escape...

And hopefully, I'll get him to reveal
the secret deals that were offered.

Right, uh...

Listen, I'll be there
with the crew tomorrow.

How do you feel?

I have sat here
and heard you, young lady.

And now, I understand.

Mr. Hess, I would like
very much to...

No, please.
I would like to talk.

Do me the kindness of listening.

What I have done in my past

is done.

Whether I regret or not

is not something
I discuss with you now.

I have had a long time to think.

So many years,

so many things to think about,

and to remember.

I admire your effort to free me,

but I think it was not
all done for me, eh?

It was done for you, too.

Well, it was done for all of us.

But you don't belong in
prison anymore.

Ah...

There are those who would
disagree with you.

What's your name?

- Who are you?
- My name's Alex Faulkner.

I am a professional
mercenary soldier.

Oh, and who am I
to question that?

But I know what you will all
ask of me.

You think I have been eager

to tell my story.

These many years, to tell
what things I know.

Yes, I have thought of that.

Long ago, I asked myself, "Why?"

"What difference will it make?"

"What good can it do?"

It could change the course
of world history.

You think that?

I've really changed history for the better,
or the worse?

This is just a story
from the past

told by a relic,

which people may
or may not believe.

And how will you tell
the world, if they do?

So, best that it dies with me.

I cannot help you

and I will not.

I'm only an old man now,

and soon I will die.

So, I ask this favor of you.

I want to die at home.

And the only home I know

is my cell in Spandau.

What I have left to me there

is solitude,

and a place that is familiar.

I know nothing of your world.

I'm afraid of it.

And I have long ago
accepted mine.

Where life is a routine
I understand,

the quiet death awaits me.

And is my only reward.

Please, take me home.

I have

nothing more to say.

I'm...

Very tired now.

Come.

Let me help you to bed.

Oh, yes. Please.

It would be difficult for me
to count the number of people

who died on this
rescue operation.

I can think of at least

19.

There were probably more.

Didn't ask to be rescued.

It would be impossible for me

to count all the people who died

all those years ago
because I was

what I was.

Thousands!

Millions!

I don't know.

Only know,

I don't deserve

to be free.

Thank you.
Thank you very much, sir.

Yes.

Ah, thank you.

The French, they will send me
back to Spandau?

- Yes.
- Ah.

It is, what is that damn word
of yours. Enigma?

Yeah.

An enigma that a free man

wishes to return
to prison to die.

You don't understand it, do you?

Well, we all make our own
prisons in one kind or another.

Yours just happens to have bars.

Or, as a very wise man
once said,

"Toodle pip."

- Where are you going?
- Well, apart from gaining access

to an establishment that sells
brown, Scottish liquid,

I haven't the faintest idea.

Good bye, Alex.
Take care of yourself.

Sure. Ain't you splendid?

Oh, by the way, lovely party.
Thanks, most awfully.