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We done?

You mind if we go again on this, Colonel?

I got barracks in 15, Wes.

Those pills you're taking...

do they help with the nausea or is it the pain?

What pills?

Mannitol hexanitrate.

Mannitol hexa what now?

Pumping yourself full of nitroglycerine

is not the answer to your problem.

I don't have a problem, Wes.

I can't let you do this anymore.

Do you know what a cardiac thrombosis is?

Can't say that I do.

It will drop you like a sack of dirt.

You need to be in a hospital.

You know what they'll do if you tell them that.

Yeah, I do.

They'll retire you.

Something they should have done a long time ago.

Your heart is beating on borrowed time, Richard.

That's a debt you are not going to enjoy paying.

Okay.

Maybe I'll, uh, take it easy for the weekend.

Drive down to Venice, do some duck shootin'.

You're not driving anywhere.

-Says who? -I do!

You need to be in a hospital. Now! Today!

You need to stop smoking. You need to give up the drink.

Okay. I'll make a deal with you.

You lose that report till after the weekend

I get back from Venice,

I'll let you prolong my life as long as you like.

See you Monday, Wes.

Have a good weekend, sir.

Thank you.

What the hell are you doing in my car?

Sorry, Col. Cantwell, sir.

Well?

Uh, sir, Capt. O'Neil--

Nobody teach you to salute, son?

Oh, sorry, sir. Yes, sir.

Capt. O'Neil told me that I-- I will be driving you, sir.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

Let's roll, son.

Where we going, sir?

Venice.

You, uh, you looking for somethin' special, Colonel?

In Venice, I mean.

Where you from, son?

Union, Kentucky.

Sir.

Sir. Sir. Sorry, sir.

They shoot duck in Union?

Hell, sir, we--

we shoot just about damn near everything in Kentucky.

What's your name, anyway?

I'm-- I'm Jackson, sir.

Where's Burnham?

Burnham's, uh, he's going home, sir.

Why the hell he do that?

Well, take it the army was through with him.

Soon enough, they'll be through with all of us.

I'd sure like to go home, sir.

I'm sure Uncle Joe Stalin'd

be happy to hear you say that, soldier.

At this point, I don't really care

if the Russians come in.

I just want to go home.

Nothing wrong with a man wanting to go home, I guess.

Where exactly would home be for you, sir?

I asked your name, Jackson.

I didn't ask you to be my fucking date.

Why on earth would they destroy a place like this?

What lessons can mankind possibly learn from it?

Mm. Don't pick a fight with the US Air Force.

Don't build your church near your bridge?

Sir, Bur-- Burnham told me they fought alongside you

in France, sir.

When you took that town by assault.

Yeah? What else he tell you?

Well, how you saw combat in two world wars.

He called you a hero.

Truth, sir, he didn't need to tell me anything.

Whole army knows about you.

You believe in heroes, Sergeant?

Well, sir, my brother lost both his legs

in the Pacific.

Most of his company didn't make it,

and to me, my brother's a hero.

Your brother happy to be alive,

or he sometimes wish he died with his buddies?

Sir, I-- I never--

You like frescoes, Sergeant?

Presco?

- Frescoes. - Been there 600 years.

Attributed to Giotto in all the books.

That's what you call this kind of painting, sir?

Well, the reason I ask is

'cause I got a kinda theory about Italian painters.

See, I went to that big painting gallery

when we came through Florence.

Sir, I tell you, I looked at the Madonna and the baby Jesus

until they was comin' out of my ears.

You know my theory? You know how Italians,

they-- they're all so crazy about bambinis?

You know, the less they have to eat,

the more bambinis they got?

Your point being?

I think all those old Italian painters,

well, they felt the same way about bambinis

as these here Italians do to this very day,

and that is why they always painted

the baby Jesus and his mama.

Uh-huh.

Is that your entire theory, or is there more to it?

Sir, what I'm trying to say is--

is it made me think you--

you got to have a love of life itself to be a painter.

Sure. And a box of paints.

Any more theories on Renaissance art, Jackson?

No, sir.

That's a comfort.

You okay, sir?

Sir?

What?

You okay, sir?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Do you believe in heroes, sir?

I believe in human courage.

But I've seen it made pointless all too often in war.

Sir, I was told to not let you do that.

By who?

By Dr. O'Neil, sir.

He say why?

Well, no, but he was pretty clear about it.

You coming or not?

Mind how you go, Sergeant.

I'll call you when I need you back here.

Oh. Uh, sir, I--

I was told to stay with you at all times

and bring you back safe

when you're through with the ducks, sir.

Thank you kindly, Nurse Jackson,

but there's been a change of plan.

You ride home safe now

and tell the captain I'll see him on Monday.

Yes?

You speak English?

I do.

You for hire?

For hire?

Yeah, for hire. You speak English or not?

Gritti Palace.

- Step on it. - Colonel.

Colonel, wait.

What's your name?

Renata.

You don't look much like a taxi driver, Renata.

I never said I was.

Oh.

Well, who are you then?

My name is Renata Contarini.

But I'm a taxi driver for the time being.

You are the famous Colonnello Cantwell.

Yeah!

For the time being.

I saw you once.

I was a volunteer up at the transit camp.

Were you?

Must have missed you.

Of course. Why should you notice me?

Are you okay? Am I going too fast?

Oh, I'm fine.

How much am I gonna owe you, Renata?

I haven't decided yet.

So, what are you doing here, Colonnello?

Well, that's a long story, Renata.

Ducks.

I'm here to shoot ducks.

And where are your guns?

Somewhere in Germany.

But I know a guy who knows where I can get some.

Good ones.

Belong to one of those families

that needs money more than guns at the moment.

There are a lot of people like that in Venice.

Yeah.

And do you know the city well?

Not as well as I'd like.

Do you know the poet Byron?

Not personally.

Well, he was a soldier too.

A war hero like you.

He had a bed in that house there for a while.

If my memory serves, he had two.

The second one was on the bottom floor.

He shared that one with a gondolier's wife.

Right.

A poet, a soldier...

and a womanizer.

"If I had been an unconnected man,

I from this moment should have formed some plan,

never to leave sweet Venice."

That's not Byron.

What?

What you just said is Shelley.

Not Byron.

Okay...

Well, sure was nice meeting you, Renata Contarini.

What do I owe you?

On the house, Colonnello.

Happy hunting. Ciao.

Renata...

And what can I do for you?

Oh, you could have a drink on it, Cantwell.

What would I like?

A very dry martini.

Mmm. Certainly, sir.

Shall I make it a double?

Hmm. If you wish.

Who's the toy soldier?

That guy?

He's from Milan.

That explains it.

Looks like he did well in the war.

Uh-oh.

Send in the cavalry if I don't come back.

Will do.

Colonel Cantwell.

We would be honored if you join us.

My name is Guido Dalmasio. Agostina.

The colonel is a war hero.

We have a lot to thank you for in this country.

You have saved us.

Well...

Again.

We didn't do it all alone, Guido.

Mm. Please sit.

Unfortunately, I can't.

I, uh, got some things I need to take care of.

Like shooting ducks, I believe.

News travels fast in the Gritti Palace.

Please, Colonel. Join us for a moment.

I'm told you fought for Italy in the first war as well.

Second only to our brave armed forces for a while.

Yeah, for about a year.

How about you, Guido? That's...

uh, some uniform you got there.

I was given an honorary rank.

Oh.

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to fight.

Medically unfit. To the hunting.

And to Agostina.

Like to know how he did it?

It was so clever.

He paid the doctor to inject paraffin into his knees.

I had a business to run.

'Course.

To paraffin.

Pleasure meeting you both.

My Colonel.

How are ya?

I am awful.

I have low blood pressure, I have ulcers and I owe money.

Happy?

All the time.

I meet extraordinary and interesting characters.

Oh, yeah.

Also, many Belgians.

-Belgians? -Belgians.

They are what we have instead of locusts this year.

-To Belgians. -To Belgians.

I have news.

-Yeah? -Mm.

The moment you got off the phone,

I started my research.

It's um, the friend of a friend?

You find some guns?

The guns? They definitely exist,

and he believes they are for sale.

I have his address for you.

Decoys?

Yes, of course, decoys.

Gran Maestro, you are a magician.

Alfonso, two more.

Oh, no, you must allow me to refuse.

-No. -Yes.

-No. -But the ulcers.

What the hell are you doing here?

Like I said, sir, I was told--

I don't give a shit what you were told.

It's a time honored principle, Sergeant.

Men like me give orders and men like you carry them out.

Damn well worked for centuries.

Nobody explained the goddamn rules to you?

Sir, if-- if I may, I must apologize--

I don't want your fucking apology.

What I want is for you to get your ass back on that boat

to and stop following me around

like some goddamn bird dog.

All right, you might as well have a drink while you're here.

Alfonso.

Uh, sir, I don't consume alcohol.

I find that it makes me behave in an undignified way.

Was it your intention, Sergeant,

to imply that your commanding officer

is behaving himself in an undignified manner?

No, sir, it was not.

Well, that's too bad. For a minute there,

I thought you had some lead in your pencil.

You got any empty rooms, Gran Maestro?

-Too many. -Give him your worst one.

Sign for chow at the hotel,

but I don't wanna see you here for me before Sunday.

Are we clear, Jackson?

Yes, sir.

Follow me, please, Sergeant.

Jackson?

Try and have some fun.

You're in Venice, for Christ's sake.

Colonel?

Colonel, are you okay?

What are you doing?

Get off of me.

The hell are you doing here, Jackson?

Captain O'Neil told me--

Told you what?

He said you could collapse.

And, um...

at any moment, your-- your heart can just

explode.

Listen, son.

This is the last time I'm gonna say this.

Your shadow falls across me one more time this weekend,

I'm gonna put you on a charge. You got that?

Sir, I have orders.

Yeah, well, now you got new ones.

Sir...

I hope you don't mind my asking but...

you didn't come to Venice just to hunt ducks, did you?

Come on, Jackson.

Yes. He told me to expect you.

Come, please.

May I?

Of course.

You've been to Italy before, Colonnello?

Yeah, twice.

They don't make them anymore.

No one was spending money on gondolas

so I started making the ducks.

Keep it. It's a gift.

Oh, no. I couldn't accept that.

You speak very good Italian, Colonel.

Why?

Well, I spent some time here when I was younger.

Contessa, I would very much like to own these guns.

Own the guns?

If you're willing, of course.

They're not for sale.

Not for sale?

No. What a strange idea.

Why should I sell my guns? I'm sorry.

Must be my mistake.

You again.

Me again.

Did you like the guns?

Oh, I sure did, Contessa.

But she wouldn't sell them, right?

Yeah, maybe I should have warned you.

I could try talking to her.

Oh, she seemed pretty definite.

Mm.

Listen, I still owe you a fare.

Sure. You can buy me a coffee.

- Now? - Si.

All right.

I thought we were drinking coffee.

Do you mind?

Contessa, I couldn't be any happier.

We can toast my wedding.

Congratulations.

Who's the lucky man?

It was my father's wish

that my family and Antonio's should be joined.

Ah.

My family is broke.

Antonio's family still has money, so.

In America, I don't think you do like that.

Do like what?

Marry for money.

Well, some do.

Mostly, they still marry for love over there.

That's good.

Cheers.

Ah.

And you?

And me, what?

Did you marry for love?

Three times.

- Wow. - Yeah.

Three times.

I guess maybe your way's best.

Letting the family sort it out.

I didn't say I don't love Antonio.

Of course not. I meant no offense.

I do love him.

Well, then...

he is truly a lucky man.

Renata, are you hungry?

Mmhm.

Let's do something about that.

I'm so very sorry, old chap.

This grub is tops.

Couldn't have said it better myself, Contessa.

You get married, you gonna live in Venice?

Uh, no. America.

Really?

No. But it's my dream.

So, do you have children?

Just one. A son.

What is he like?

Do you have a picture?

He likes to shoot ducks, too?

Yeah.

Used to.

You have the same eyes.

Where's his mother?

Gone. Like the other two.

Maybe our paths will cross one day in America.

Maybe.

What on earth would a contessa be doing

way out in the Wild West?

Driving.

Driving, driving, driving.

On solid ground.

For miles and miles and miles, in one direction.

Not round in circles on water.

Hm.

To miles and miles and miles.

What is your dream?

- My dream? - Si.

Your dream for the future.

Hm.

You've done everything you ever wanted to do?

Okay.

So maybe the world has nothing new to give you.

Maybe not.

Ricardo.

Yes, Renata?

Tell me your dream.

Please tell me.

Perfect duck shoot.

Dawn on the lagoon.

The still air.

Gun's perfectly balanced.

Wings whispering.

Infinite possibilities.

That's what I dream about.

To infinite possibilities.

Well, I guess I should be going now.

Okay. Um, I'll run you home.

Oh, that's all right.

I think the walk will do me good.

Colonnello.

I have a suggestion to make.

Why don't I show you my beautiful town?

Isn't there someplace you should be?

No, there isn't.

Can you sing?

Is the Pope Catholic?

Like an angel.

I want to hear it.

Oh, thank you.

I should warn you, that's purely medicinal.

Ooh, you have a good doctor.

I'll tell him you said so.

Grazie.

What do you think?

Yeah, it's nice.

A little racy for a convent though.

Well, it's our private collection.

They're just watching it for us.

Must be nice being a Contarini.

Um, what do you mean?

Well, you get to see these any time you want.

True.

But most of the time, it just feels very, very old.

Old?

Si.

Six hundred years old, to be precise.

My name is 600 years old.

My house is 600 years old.

My dog is 600 years old.

Everything in my life is 600 years old.

I couldn't even tell you my grandmother's maiden name.

Well, three of my ancestors were Doges of Venice

and I was baptized by a Pope.

Wait till I tell the folks back home.

Who is there back home?

Who waits for the Colonnello to come home?

None of the wives?

All gone.

Are you one of those men

who likes to fall in love and then move on?

No, I'm-- I'm one of those men

who has to move on, whether he likes to or not.

It's called being a soldier.

Or a womanizer.

Am I being interrogated?

Have you broken hearts?

Maybe a few.

And had yours broken?

Well, I don't think you're such a beast.

- No. - No.

I feel very safe with you.

- Oh, you are, Contessa. - I am?

Very safe.

How can I be sure of that?

Well well, for one thing,

there's a priest right behind you.

Father Damaso.

- Let's get out of here. - Si.

So, what are your plans, cowboy?

Plans?

You don't have any, do you?

Do you even think about the future?

Till recently, I never thought about anything

but being a soldier.

Why did you become a soldier?

You don't want to talk about that.

-Why not? -It would bore you.

No, it wouldn't.

It would bore me.

No, it wouldn't.

All right.

What would you like to know?

Why are you so lonely?

Is it the army?

Please.

- Grazie. - Grazie.

In our army, the men at the very top

never see combat.

They don't care much for those of us who have.

Why?

Well, I guess they figure it's undignified to fight.

Pastime better left to boys...

and old grunts like me.

Grunts?

Lowest of the low. Bottom of the totem pole.

Ones no one cares about.

Have you killed a lot of men?

Yes, I have.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

You should write.

About what?

About war.

- Oh. - What it's like.

- No. - No? You don't think

-it's important to tell? -No, I don't.

Why not?

Because too many books

have already been written by men who had no right.

Most of them written by men who weren't even there.

I don't know what category of sin that falls under.

Okay.

Besides, I don't have time to write a book.

Why? You're not that old.

Well, you can't live forever.

Why not?

Dance with me.

You may have to lead,

because I'm as blind as a bat right now.

It's okay.

So you want to know about your future?

All right.

You will live forever.

You will marry again.

And you will have five more sons.

And they will go to the five corners of the world.

- Five corners, huh? - Si.

You have to stop talking about death, Richard.

You have to stay alive.

Promise me.

- People are staring, Renata. - Promise me.

All right. I promise...

I'm not gonna die.

At least not today.

-I think they're closing. -Yeah, looks that way.

Yeah. I know a place...

If you have time.

Well, guess since I'm living forever...

You said it.

So, more than a hundred years ago,

one of my ancestors built this garden.

He was a terrible man.

He was one of the 10 who sent all Venice's enemies

to the torture chambers.

Ah.

Later, he was one of the three who sent them to die.

That's a ponderosa pine.

He was, as you might say, a tough customer.

-Bad hombre, huh? -Evil.

Okay.

Now close your eyes.

Why?

Trust me.

Nobody ever thought he had a heart beating inside him.

But one day, he fell in love

with an American beauty from Carolina.

She came to Venice with her parents

to finish her education in music.

She was 19 years old.

Of course, it was impossible.

People said it was obscene for someone like him

to be seen with her...

an old man with blood on his hands.

So, he followed her back to Carolina

and wooed her in her father's plantation garden.

That's it? How did it end?

How do you think it should end, Ricardo?

Well, happy is always good.

No, he came home empty handed.

She had to do her duty to her family.

What happened to him?

Well, after he gave his heart away,

nobody ever feared him again.

He spent his last days sitting here,

listening to this aria over and over and over again...

and thinking about the one chance that slipped away...

wondering what that happiness what have tasted like.

Renata, there's something that--

We're just telling stories.

Look.

The first peep of the sun.

What?

You won't like it.

Try me.

I'm hungry again.

Mm.

Tell me some more about Lord Byron.

Well, they called that thing a coffin in a canoe.

I told you, no more talking about death.

That's an order, soldier.

Well...

it was nice meeting you again, Renata Contarini.

Are you leaving today?

Can't shoot ducks without guns.

Besides, there's some things I have to do.

Remember your promise.

Oh, I will.

Renata!

Si, si, si.

You ever hear about a...

mass execution back in '43?

SS killed a bunch of partisans and civilians

on the road to Trieste.

Yeah, I heard about it.

Some people say it happened here.

Some people say it happened there.

Some say it never happened at all.

Oh, it happened, all right.

I just need to find out where.

Is there a reason?

You married, Gran Maestro?

I was.

-Children? -No.

No, this-- this is-- this is my family.

This is my home.

Like the army for you, I imagine.

Yeah.

Table for dinner tonight, huh?

No, thank you.

No ducks?

No guns.

Ah.

You have to understand the rules of the game.

What rules are those?

Well, you leave it one day, then you go again tomorrow.

But this time, you must plead with her.

She wants to sell or not?

She is desperate to sell. That is why she cannot sell.

Colonel...

About Trieste.

I can give you some names, but please be careful.

For these people, Venice isn't as safe as it seems,

and they have suffered enough.

Everything all right, Colonel?

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

How far did you get?

About four clicks outside Trestina.

Did you hear anything?

No. Nothing definitive.

I mean, there's a lot of mass graves,

but folks just don't really want to talk about it.

Sorry, sir.

Where's my prime, Jackson?

Sir?

Fifty-one years old.

They promise you these years as your prime.

That's the deal; in exchange for your youth,

you have your prime.

Survived two world wars, 30 years in the infantry.

Where the hell's my prime?

The Lord is not slack concerning his promise,

but is long suffering toward us.

Not willing that any should perish

but that all shall come to repentance.

What the hell are you talking about?

You were talking about God, sir, and promises,

and that's-- that's the only one I know of.

God send you all the way from Kentucky

just to tell me that?

Well, sir, I said my piece.

It's really none of my business.

Most intelligent thing I've heard you say.

Oh, my.

You again.

Me again.

How are you this evening, Renata?

Thank you, Richard.

Uh, this is Sergeant Jackson.

God sent him all the way from Kentucky to

tell me not to expect too much from my life.

Okay.

He has the eyes of an angel.

How are you?

I'm-- I'm very fine, ma'am. Thank you.

And the voice, too.

Is Jackson joining us?

Joining us?

Yeah, we're going to have a walk, aren't we?

Yes, we are. And no, he damn well isn't.

You have to speak nicely to angels.

- Don't worry, ma'am. - It's quite all right.

I was actually just doing some sightseeing,

so I'm gonna...

I'm gonna go and have a look at that big church

over-- crossing the Grand Canal.

Sir. Ma'am.

Um, Sergeant.

Santa Maria della Salute is that way.

I hoped I might run into you.

What are you doing here, Renata?

Talking to you.

I'm glad you came.

Well, can I tell you something which may not surprise you?

You're hungry?

I'm starving.

How'd I guess?

Good evening, Colonel.

So you are having dinner after all?

-Well, I guess so. -Excellent.

I have one very fine lobster.

It was still alive the last time I looked.

Dark green and very hostile. Possibly Russian.

In that case, cold with mayonnaise.

Put your hand on the table.

-My hand is on the table. -The other one.

Please.

May I?

Sure.

-Renata... -I missed you.

Voila.

I missed you too.

What that means, I have no idea.

You get some sleep?

Like a log. I had a dream about you.

Sounds like a nightmare.

No, it was good.

We were in America, in a garden, planting trees.

Mm.

Cypresses, chestnuts, ponderosa pines.

You always dream about trees?

No. Never.

In fact, I almost always have the same dream every night.

What's that?

I go skiing in the dark.

Let's dance.

Now, can you dance with me?

Not tonight, Renata.

Maybe I only have tonight.

Fifty years old, and you don't know what it means

when a girl says she misses you.

Fifty-one.

And the only thing I do know is that I don't know anything.

Let's go.

Yeah. Something I got to take care of.

Why don't I meet you out on the dock in five?

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine. I'll see you on the dock.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

What's that?

I found a survivor.

Trieste?

Yeah, he was a partisan

and he's willing to talk to you but it has to be tonight.

Where?

It's all in there.

How will I know him?

Trust me, you will know him.

Oh, fuck.

Richard!

Richard.

Richard.

Where's my clothes, Jackson?

Oh, we already packed them up, sir.

There is an ambulance on its way from Mestre right now.

Should be here in about 20 minutes.

I'm not going to any goddamn hospital.

Pass me my shirt, Jackson.

Sir...

Remember the rules, Sergeant.

You need to rest.

Thank you, Contessa.

I have every intention of resting.

In fact, that's what I came here for.

Gran Maestro, if you could find me some guns and a dog

by tomorrow morning first line, I'd appreciate it.

No, that's insane.

You can't go hunting like this.

Yeah, she's right, Colonel. It's not--

Shut up, Jackson.

I appreciate your concern, Contessa,

but I think I'm old enough to look after myself.

Don't be stubborn. You're sick.

You need to be in a hospital right now.

That's the last thing I need.

What I need is a boat, some guns, and a dog

so I can go get out on that lagoon

and do what I came here for.

Why didn't you tell me...

last night?

Last night was a...

truly enjoyable distraction,

and I appreciate your hospitality, Renata,

but I think you should probably be going.

Antonio will be worried about you.

You want me to go?

Yeah. I think it'd be best.

Where's my goddamn tie, Jackson?

It's in your bag.

Sir.

She's just a little girl.

Little girl with a bad case of wedding nerves, that's all.

Well, sir, that may be the case. Um...

But it's-- it's 12:30 right now,

so that little girl just sat by your side for 14 hours.

She doesn't understand, Jackson.

She thinks she does, but she doesn't.

I have death sewn into the lining of my clothes, son.

You think he'll come?

I will talk to him.

But please, Colonel...

once you have met him, go home.

Here. Stop here.

What exactly are you waiting for, Colonel?

I was given an order by a politician

in a uniform who...

never killed anyone in his life without a telephone.

And I obeyed it.

Go! Go!

Retreat! Retreat!

I lost an entire company in that river.

338 souls.

What was I supposed to do, Jackson?

Sir?

I had an order, and I obeyed it.

What else was I supposed to do?

But we got into that town.

Cost the business $10,000 apiece

in insurance payouts, so work that out.

What business, sir?

War is business, son.

And the US Army's the biggest business in the world.

Only ours.

Clerks and stock boys in the company business.

Colonel, what do you say we head back, sir?

You can be with Dr. O'Neil in under two hours, sir.

Colonel.

It was your son.

Yeah.

When you came to see me, I knew.

You knew him?

Oh, yes.

We all knew him, and who he really was.

He told us the army had sent him to work with logistics...

but we knew.

Yeah.

The SS came to my house and they took us and your son.

They brought us here.

They wanted information...

so they divided us in two groups.

The first group had to dig while we watched.

They told us we could leave if we said something.

No one said anything.

What happened?

They started shooting.

I thought they would never stop...

and then they did.

They threw dirt on us and went away.

Nobody more than me.

I couldn't move. I had two dead men over me.

Thank you.

Why do you thank me?

It could have been your son who lived, but it was me.

I'm sorry.

I failed them, Jackson.

Sir?

I failed them all.

No, sir.

No, you-- you didn't fail anybody, sir.

That's not the way I see it.

You did what had to be done. That's it.

Like you said, sir, clerks and stock boys.

At the end of the day, if you hadn't done it...

then who would?

Someone like you, Jackson.

Someone like you.

What on God's earth are you doing here?

Gran Maestro sends his love.

No secrets at the Gritti, huh?

I thought you wanted to go duck hunting.

I sure do, Contessa.

Look, Jackson, there may be a court martial

in all this for you, but--

Sir, as far as I'm concerned,

they can all go fornicate themselves... sir.

Thank you, Sergeant.

It was an honor, sir.

Looks like he's gonna need that dog more than I do.

Thank you.

For what?

Everything.

It's time for you to go ski in the dark, Renata.