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Good morning, boss.

Ahh, good morning, man.

Everything cool?

So far. Good.

Hey, that's one of them Masai warriors, huh?

Yeah.

Them guys sure get around, don't they?

Kind of like us, huh?

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so, boss, how far do you think they are?

Doesn't matter, man.

We're almost there.

Does that look like this?

I guess so.

Yeah? Close enough.

You sure your friend will let us use his talents?

No problem.

Captain Morgan and I go way back.

Man: I can't believe how someone so uncivilized

can become so downright respectful.

I mean, when we came here,

we was just kids playing cowboys and Indians,

learning to survive

and trying to make a quick buck.

We were hiding guns for the rebels

in some of the mines and tunnels

he's working in now.

Bush rebels kept calling him captain

for some damn reason.

Name just stuck.

Got your game face on?

Yeah, you always do.

Don't worry. We'll get past these gentlemen.

Do it for love, country,

and mostly for money.

Not Morgan. No way, man.

It's different for him.

It's more for respect,

for the people and himself.

He's a diamond among the rough.

Ixnay on the Ore-hays, Peter Joe.

Why I ought to.

Morgan.

How's it looking, Morgan?

Hey, fellas.

We got our work cut out for us here, okay.

The water table's dropping,

but it's making the Dolomoth dry up faster.

Okay, man. It's not a trailer, man.

Hey!

See this thing?

We've got to pump in some cement here

before it brutally collapses.

And we better do it on number 7 as well,

just to be safe.

Come on. Follow.

This way.

Hey, right here.

Excuse me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Stop means stop.

Just stay close, sir, all right? Let's go.

We got it right here. Right here.

Look. Man... man.

Don't mess with me, man.

Don't piss me off, man.

I understand you're a dick.

Now you read, man.

Get off my case, now.

I'm gonna rip out your headlights, man.

No, you listen to me, man.

Yo, I...

Morgan: Catch.

Captain Morgan. Oh, God.

What's up? How you doing, man?

Hi, bro.

Now don't you feel like a fool, man,

treating me so bad?

See, he and me are friends, all right?

Me and the captain, we're tight.

Yeah, with friends like you, who needs enemies?

Basically, this guy needs an enema.

I'm about to give him one with a shrapnel...

be kind, this is my associate.

Man, he's a punk, man.

Give the Prosac a fighting chance, will you?

You got to read the labels.

All right, all right, all right.

Sorry, man.

What's in the truck?

Tony. Nothing, couple scuds.

Scuds? What's the scuds doing?

Hey, I missed you.

I missed you, too.

I thought you went to the north mines,

messed around up there. No?

Bullshit. I did.

What is this? I don't know.

It's legit, though.

I got it signed by the minister of

what's it... whose its...

my initials! Yeah.

Yeah. You forged my signature.

That's... that's very ingenious.

You know everything comes in here

is my responsibility.

Well.

This is kind of steep.

All right, let's negotiate.

Okay.

The usual. You know, case of red stripe.

Case of red stripe? I got some.

Just fell off the back, man.

Don't you mean off the wagon?

Okay. Might have a case.

I'll kill you. I'll kill you, man.

Get that shit out of here.

All right. Now hold your water, man, okay.

Just trust me.

You and I are going to be richer.

6 foot up a bull's ass, it's gonna be a ball.

Toxic waste?

50-50.

I'll give you 40-60 if you want.

What are you doing transporting this shit?

Man, it's all right. No one's gonna get hurt.

Just ca... it's toxic waste!

It's not that toxic.

You get this shit out of here.

What the hell is this?

Friends of yours?

Well, used to be.

Now it seems like they're pissed.

Yeah, no shirt shitlock.

Kiss my ass, Chang.

You commie-supportin' asswipe!

Oh, Chang? You've gone international on me.

Yeah, I know no discrimination. Excuse me.

Yeah.

Keep the peace, bro.

God. Sorry.

Get ready, Clifton.

Elvis, get the artillery, will you?

Elvis: Yes, sir.

You just won't let go, will you?

Card shuffle Buddhist.

Whoa!

What are you doing to my place?

I said I was sorry, man.

Got the next size up?

Yep. Big and tall, bro.

That'll fit.

Wahoo!

What'd you do to piss him off?

He's an ex-business partner.

And it's the "ex" he's not too happy about.

Cover me.

Oh! Jesus Christ!

Ahh.

Now he's pissing me off.

Damn it, man. Get this thing out of here.

Where is he? There he is.

Man, I feel a stone wall coming on.

Yeah?

Bring it on, you punk.

Ohh!

Why do I miss this guy?

Yeah! Take that, man.

It's okay. Come on.

I hope you're satisfied, God damn it.

Hey, Chang!

Don't you believe in karma?

You must have been born the year of the fool, man.

Yeah, yeah! That's right, buddy.

I'm gonna make you a baby again.

Man: There he goes.

Oh, man. This sucks.

Don't hit my truck!

Elvis, fire it up!

Follow the truck, Elvis.

Andreas.

Whoo! See you at Nando's, about 7:30.

Yeah, yeah. Y'all come back now, you hear.

He's mine.

Oh, my God!

That rice lover's gonna blow the jeep.

Jump! Jump!

No!

God!

Army.

Pull back.

Move out.

Back in the chopper.

Pull back.

Morgan: Jesus.

Look what they did to my guys, man.

Look what they did to my guys!

New scenes of horror continue to multiply

as the death toll rises

in the small African nation of east Zambezi.

The massive toxic spill has spread

throughout the Southern waterway,

forcing government troops

to break off their running battle

with rebel forces

in an attempt to quarantine

the infected region.

In this village alone,

over 100 fatalities have been recorded.

Earlier today, the Zambezi minister of state

spoke at a press conference held in the capital.

We are still searching for the source.

But we know who the guilty parties are.

And believe me, they will not go unpunished,

especially the U.S. government

and its agents

who continue to permit and support such transport.

They are the primary ones to blame.

We hold them the most responsible

for the crime against our people,

our families, and our children.

Woman: Mr. minister!

Reporter: This man,

American mining engineer Rick Morgan,

was quickly hustled out of the country

only hours ago.

Male reporter: Mr. Morgan, the barrels causing the death

of hundreds of people have not been found.

Please, tell us where they are.

Sources close to the minister have confirmed

that Mr. Morgan was in fact responsible

for authorizing the toxic dumping.

He was released to U.S. authorities

after the American government

reconfirmed its commitment

to provide extensive financial aid

to east Zambezi.

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east Zambezi.

Man: You're not an easy man to find.

I've come to make you an offer.

And you are?

Maurice Dupont.

I am a ministerial consultant

to the Democratic Republic of east Zambezi.

Really?

Well, I've made it my policy

to not be consulted by countries

that try to execute me.

Well, Mr. Morgan,

it was your signature on the document.

The government still holds you responsible.

More than 1,000 villagers have died of toxic poisoning

from the drums that you allowed in.

Yeah, well...

The chances of me hurting anyone in here

are pretty slim,

but seem to be increasing

since your arrival.

Personally,

I believe your approval was forged,

that the man responsible walked free.

Mr. Jim Scott.

Buddy, you're late and a life short, mister.

Do you not wish to, uh, clear your name?

Your reputation?

You know, I lost both things.

Not you, not anyone,

gonna get them back.

Okay.

Mr. Morgan.

There were more than 20 drums

on that truck.

We don't know how many have corroded

or have leaked.

We need your help

to find where the source is.

You got the wrong man.

The government is prepared to offer you amnesty,

release your frozen assets, including back pay.

Now you're just funny.

Oh, no.

Jim Scott has survived.

He lives somewhere deep in rebel territory.

It's going to be harder for me to find Scott

than for you.

For 10 years I've watched this nation

divide itself into socialism

against capitalism,

tribalism against nationalism,

father against son, brother against brother.

The industrial nations,

they send in millions of dollars

without understanding a thing about the third world.

They don't need a handout of money.

They need expertise.

People like you.

Very fine. And you, sir?

Morgan.

Morgan.

Because of you!

Because of you, Morgan,

all my family is dead.

I want to tell you something.

You're a murderer.

She's just an old African.

Politics.

Scott: See you at Nando's, about 7:30.

There's somebody I've got to see.

What else? Mr. Jack Daniel's.

This bar's closed until 6:00.

What time is it at your end of the bar?

Hey, this is that guy

that dumped that toxic stuff in the river

that killed all the villagers.

All right, now, fellas.

I don't want any trouble.

Uhh!

You get out of this bar, you murderer.

Look.

All I wanted to do is order a drink.

Ahh!

Shit.

Gah! Uhh!

Hyah!

Ohh!

The bar is closed until 6:00.

So I've been told.

Aye-yi-yi.

Aye-yi-yi-yi.

You have any idea how much trouble you are in?

I can see the quality of your clientele hasn't changed.

Ricky?

You must be mad to come back here.

You know, you're right. You always did charge too much.

Look what you've done.

I could lose my license for this, huh?

You never had one to begin with.

That's true.

But it's the thought that counts.

I thought they deport you.

So did I.

I hear Jim Scott's alive.

Uh, well, um,

it's, um.

It's a rumor.

Uh-huh.

Ohh!

Make him think you do this.

He never paid me nothing.

Filthy pig.

So, where's Scott?

The rebels have him.

No one has seen him. He might as well be dead.

And don't even think of going up there.

There's full patrols. Both sides.

Yeah, well, I'm going to have to go up there.

And the question is how you're gonna help me.

It's not the same times, my friend.

The war has escalated.

The rebels have made major advances,

and the government is ruthless.

It could be worse.

The bar can be in rebel territory.

Do you know, I have missed your logic.

Heh heh.

Dupont: Very classy.

Passed out in the bartender's back room.

Dr. Kim woods,

want you to meet Rick Morgan.

Dr. woods has been hired

from the world health organization.

She's a respected researcher in contaminates.

How do you do?

I'll wait in the cafe.

For you.

My best sausage.

Thank you.

Enjoy.

I've, uh, arranged for 2 soldiers

to accompany you and Dr. woods.

Kim.

Kim.

Um, that won't be necessary.

I do not think you realize

how dangerous this country has become.

I mean that, um...

It won't be necessary

for our contaminations expert here

to accompany me.

'Cause, uh, I don't need an assistant

to find the drums.

I'm not your assistant.

Though it looks like you could use one.

I happen to be a member of alcoholics anonymous

when I'm not drinking.

What's your problem?

I'm here to neutralize the mess you've created.

And I'm not looking forward to scouring the countryside

with a washout.

Especially one responsible

for destroying an entire tribe of people.

I think you better tell

Ms. national geographic here

that I don't think I'm gonna help her

with her science project.

Call me when he passes out again.

I'll be at the hotel.

Well, I always hate introductions.

But I... I think that... that went rather well.

Look, Morgan, you don't have to like her,

just work with her.

Oh, terrific.

Where will you start?

Scott could only have buried the drums

in about half a dozen places,

all closed mines.

You checked them all,

but you may have missed a few stopes.

Good.

If the casings have deteriorated,

the U.S. recognizance satellite

will zero in like flies to horse shit.

I've done my part.

Ahh.

Supposed to go left back there.

The road is closed.

Land mines.

Rebels?

Quarantine.

The water is poisoned.

Man: Keep an eye out for rebels.

Second man: Clear the fence out of the way.

Move these trucks through.

Excuse me, boss.

Just got word Morgan and the girl

have crossed into rebel country

30 Miles east.

Okay, let's catch up to them.

Third man: Let's go!

All this from poisoned water?

Everyone's dead, madame.

Morgan: Stop.

Stop.

You're not allowed here.

What did you do that for?

You nuts? What the hell are you doing?

What are you doing?

Hey.

It's better to kill it.

The poison's a terrible way

for it to die.

How long ago did this happen?

The quarantine?

9 months.

Are there any other villages like this

along the river?

There are many villages.

No survivors.

Soldier: Look.

Kim: What is all this?

They are mass graves,

and there are many more along the river.

Hundreds of villagers are buried here.

Thanks.

What is it?

Africans never bury their dead in mass graves.

Only murderers.

And that buck they shot back there,

it was about, what, 6 months old?

Doing pretty good on poisoned water,

don't you think?

Come on.

One hour. Rebels.

How long has this place been closed?

About 10 years.

It used to be the richest colonial mine

before independence.

It just ran out.

So this is where you buried the drums?

This is my one and only speech, okay?

I don't know where the drums are buried

because I didn't bury them.

Now, personally, I hope we get lucky

and we find them,

because then you can do your job,

whatever the hell that is,

and I can go drink myself blind

knowing I saved the world.

Where are you going?

The back door.

Morgan: There used to be

an emergency generator somewhere around here.

Don't have any phobias, do you?

You'll get over them.

Keep away from the shaft on the left.

This level's partially flooded.

How come you know this place so well?

I used to be on inspections and development.

5 year contract for the whole region.

That's very weird.

What?

This rock fault.

What's on the other side?

I don't know.

You must have been a very thorough inspector.

It's man-made.

Someone's had charges to keep the people out.

Morgan: You can tell 'cause the rock faces

are all jagged.

Cleavage on the face.

I'm not trying to be fresh.

I didn't say you were.

You didn't have to.

What does that mean?

It means since I've met you

you've been giving me nothing but attitude.

Personally, I'm a little sick of it.

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

Hold on.

Ohh.

Where'd you get it?

You got an acid kit?

In here.

It's not serious.

Good.

It's clean.

Thanks. Sure.

It means the barrels aren't here.

What the hell is this?

Geiger counter.

I know what it is.

I mean, what are you doing with it?

What do you think we're looking for?

Toxic waste has nothing

to do with radioactivity.

No one ever said anything

about radioactivity.

You didn't know?

No, I didn't know.

What, you mean you knew?

Was there a death wish on the application form?

I headed a team that developed

a powder bacteria

that can allow us to reduce radio activity levels

on contact.

What, this?

Yes.

Good for you.

Personally I don't like to be taken for a punk.

And I don't like to be treated

like one of the usual suspects.

Sucks, doesn't it?

Can you walk?

I think so.

'Cause we've got to find out why Dupont's been

giving us 2 different stories.

Wait here.

Kim: Morgan!

Dead soldiers.

Not a good sign.

We've got company.

Slowly.

Nice and easy.

Let's go.

We don't look up.

Nice and easy.

You drive.

Go left.

We came right. Go left.

Uhh. Aah!

Hands up.

Aah-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya.

Man: Aah-ya-ya-ya-ya.

Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya.

He's my friend.

Ain't you?

I heard your big ass was back in the neighborhood.

Yeah, it's amazing the kind of riff-raff

they let in these days.

Yeah.

It's good to see you, Scott.

That's not my name anymore, man.

My name is Usando.

I'm sorry? Usando.

Usando.

Good.

Ohh!

Yaah!

Scott: Oh, man.

Let me rephrase that.

You wouldn't mind calling me Usando, would you?

No, that'll work for me.

Uh, it's all right, Madumo. It's all right.

Yeah, Madumo.

Oh, man.

I liked it better when we used to hug.

You got a lot of explaining to do, man.

I know. Come on.

Let me introduce you to my family.

Ow. Sorry.

Your family?

Who's your girl?

Oh. Uh, Kim.

Hi, Kim. Come on through.

Give me that.

It's all right, it's all right.

Hold on one damn second.

This thing goes with me everywhere.

Come on, Kim.

You got 9 lives or something?

Yeah, only got a couple left.

But only one jaw, so watch out.

Hey, there she is.

There they are.

This is my wife Tebi.

Our daughter Scarlet.

Sabon. Sabon.

This is, uh, this is Morgan.

Remember the one I told you about, captain Morgan?

That's him.

Oh! Welcome.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

What's so funny?

Uh, no, she just, uh, said you were pretty.

Yeah. Come on in.

Uh, come on, take a seat.

They're headed down river. It's all rebel country.

Let's go, go!

Man: Look out for rebels!

So what's the haps? I know why you're here.

Uh, what's your agenda, ma'am?

Uh, that's Dr. Kim woods,

the ever fashionable contaminations expert

from the W.H.O.

Oh, I see. All right, all right.

So what's who looking for and why?

What did you bury?

What'd I bury?

What, are you talking out of school, Morgan?

You know what you've buried.

What you know about what I've buried?

You know something I don't know?

Easy, you two, okay?

We're on a mission searching for radioactive waste.

You seen any lately?

Nah, the only thing you're gonna find wasted

is your time.

Who's paying your ticket, Rick?

Guy named dupont.

Pulled me out of a perfectly comfortable stupor.

Imagine that.

Hey, don't let the guard past, okay?

Check the roads on patrol.

Let me know. Okay.

Whew.

Dupont. Class "B" scumbag.

Guy shovels arms from north Korea via east Africa.

You can think him for half the carnage in this country.

He's in it for the money.

See, he's partners with the fascist murderers

who run this country, so watch your back.

I'll remember to do that.

Why's he looking for you?

I don't know, man.

You'll have to ask him, I guess, you know.

Truth is, after Elvis died

I decided it was time for a life change.

I'm not even the same person I was a year ago.

Congratulations. Where are the drums?

History.

I took care of them, man.

No one's ever gonna find them puppies.

They're leaking.

Do you have any idea

how many people have died?

Leaking? No, I think you're misinformed.

I think the only death you seen is murder.

Murder by contamination.

Look, who, there's only one water source

in this whole region.

All the rest are tributaries.

So let me ask you a question...

how many of the villages upstream had no survivors?

Rebel villages?

That's right. Unprotected.

Slaughtered.

You's a scapegoat, man.

You and our toxic drums.

Our toxic drums? No, that's... that's...

thank you for sharing. That's very generous.

The toxic drums, all right?

I didn't... that's not my fault, man.

They were about to hang me, God damn it.

We'll talk later when we're alone, okay?

I got to check the perimeters.

You do that.

Scott: Remember that freighter that sunk

off the coast about a year back?

Morgan: No.

Why, is that your supply ship?

No, man. I got a call from an associate.

He told me that freighter was gonna be

in the Indian ocean

on its way to north Korea

to deliver some rusted sub parts.

Parts? We're not talking periscopes here.

No, we're talking enriched uranium rods,

worth many, many millions.

Anyways, I figured why not

intercept the freighter, take those rods,

stash them in toxic drums,

and build myself a little nest egg.

Company doesn't exactly give you a retirement fund,

so I just kind of took it upon myself.

You're not in a cove with a pirate,

you're a C.I.A. Spook for the Indian ocean,

aren't you?

Been a family business since the war, man.

50 years of tradition.

Now, you should thank them.

They're the ones who got your ass out of here alive

instead of in a body bag a year back.

Truth is, they're pretty damn pissed off at me.

They definitely would have killed me

if they didn't think I was already dead,

so if you wouldn't mind.

Only you and Nando know.

And dupont.

Dupont, man. That dumb-ass prob...

you know, I'll say one thing in his defense,

at least he wears his bullshit on his sleeve.

We promised the American dream,

and we delivered total destruction.

Go home, Rick.

You didn't commit no crime, man.

Now, get the hell out of dodge

so we can open up a can of whoop ass

and give you the first helping.

Get the kids in the bunker!

God damn. Tebi!

You got a piece.

Come on. Got a piece?

Over here.

Scott: They set you up.

Morgan: Man, I didn't know.

Madumo, get the women up to the High Village.

Shebo, give him a gun.

Get in the jeep.

What's going on?

Get in the jeep. Stay low. Get in the jeep!

Let's go.

Whoo!

Yeah, take that, man.

Aah!

Oh!

Aah!

Damn you, assholes!

Uhh!

Take that group.

Aah!

Come on!

Scott!

Ohh.

Scott: Morgan.

Oh! Shit.

Oh, man.

God! Ohh!

Shit.

This sucks, man.

You got to tell Nando to call my Uncle.

Tell him my daughter's got to go to college, all right?

That's... that's code, right?

That's... that's code. Uh-huh.

Tell...

God damn, man.

Hold on, hold on.

Take care of my family, all right, man?

That's not code. No, man.

You got it, man.

Scott!

Get her out of here, man.

He ain't gonna kill me. I'm already dead.

Kim: Come on!

Scott: Remember, tell Nando the code.

Run with it, Bubba.

Get cash, captain.

Attack!

Uhh!

I'm not even worried about the shipment, Scott.

It's mine.

But you disappoint me.

You hurt my feelings.

What feelings?

Who watched your back all this time?

The truth is you was never spook material, Chang.

We've got to move out, boss.

They're counterattacking.

Back to the boats. Back to the boats.

Man: Back to the boats!

Chang: See you in the next life.

I'm sorry about your friend.

Thanks.

I hated him.

You know?

I hated him for setting me up.

I hated him for...

For letting everyone think I killed 1,000 people.

And I hated him...

For pretending he was dead.

Now that he is...

I still hate him.

I think I owe you an apology.

I was wrong about you.

Aw, skip it.

People are never what they're made out to be.

Morgan: Let's go to the hotel.

Just get everything you need, and let's get out of here.

All I need is a shower.

What's that?

Yeah.

See you downstairs.

What are you doing in my room?

I was worried.

What happened to you?

Where have you been?

Falling down mine shafts.

Did you find anything?

Oh, the usual...

murder, deception, greed.

Oh, you've been talking to Mr. Morgan.

I told you he's a drunken liar.

The only liar I've met so far is you.

No one's dead from radioactive or toxic waste.

I quit.

Oh, I see.

You quit, huh?

Well, unfortunately,

you cannot just quit.

I've paid you a great deal of money

to bring you here.

That's your problem.

Now get out of my room before I call security!

As you wish.

Thanks.

Bye.

What are you doing here?

Oh!

Must have used all the hot water.

Um...

Unh...

Cover him.

I'll be right back.

Morning.

Have a nice nap?

You're making a big mistake, Morgan.

If you kill me,

they will not hang you.

They'll execute you.

Oh, say, that's much worse.

Either way, I'm really sorry you're gonna miss it.

Relax, Morgan.

We are, for better or worse, partners now.

Without me...

You two do not get out of Zambezi alive.

Huh?

I'm glad we understand one another.

I didn't lie to you, Dr. woods.

The shipment...

It is radioactive.

But it hasn't leaked.

Well...

There are no signs yet.

The shipment came in temporary crates

designed to disintegrate in about one year.

For environmental reasons. Heh!

Ironic, isn't it?

Then we're sitting on another Chernobyl!

Who's the agent, Popeye?

Mr. Chang.

He's a rogue agent...

Selling to the north Koreans.

Between us...

He's behind everything.

I only did it to avoid

an international incident.

Oh, what a diplomat.

And all those dead in the village?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

That was the military's doing.

Dupont: Wake up, kids.

This country is in a civil war.

They're entitled to a few atrocities, no?

Chang: Guess who.

Ah, it's about time.

Would you be kind enough to untie me, please?

Morgan...

You better know where he hid the shipment.

Where is it?

Unh! He doesn't know!

We don't need her.

Shoot her.

Unh!

Chang: One less asshole on the payroll.

Whatever you want, come back after 6:00.

Nando! Scott is dead.

You saw him?

Yeah, right before the chain gang wasted his village.

Now, he told me to tell you to tell his Uncle

that his daughter's gotta go to college.

Now, what the hell does that mean?

Sam, lock the back door!

What the hell is that?

Rick, what else Scott tell you?

Your line of work and what he buried.

Where is it?

He said only 2 people know where he hid it.

Who? You were number 2.

Rick, you must find it.

If it falls in the wrong hands

or becomes exposed,

it could bury us all.

Buried...

Buried! That son of a bitch.

Rick!

The rebels will help you. They know Scott's Uncle.

Go, go!

Kim!

Die! Unh!

Unh! Oh!

Aah!

Nando...

Gonna leave without saying good-bye?

How rude.

In honor of the closing of your bar,

let me propose a toast.

To the C.I.A.

Aah!

Aah!

Chang: Now we're outta here.

I'm sorry about this,

but no one's gonna follow us up this way.

Kim: I can't believe Scott carried the drums up here.

Don't worry. He didn't.

There's a road up on top.

Kim: Hey.

I already had a shower, remember?

Morgan: Yeah, but unfortunately,

the entrance is behind the falls.

Kim: Entrance?

Entrance to what?

Scott and I hosted many a rave in here.

Yeah?

Yeah.

That used to be the D.J. Booth over there.

I don't believe it.

What?

I don't believe it.

He sealed it!

There... there's an alcove in here.

It's like 20 feet deep.

No!

It's too hot. 10 minutes in there,

and you'll bake every atom in your body.

Chang: She's right!

What took ya?

Just paying my last respects to nando.

Morgan: You keep popping up in all the wrong places.

I'd love to tell you I'm psychic.

Compliments of dupont.

Tracking.

Here. This is it.

Right.

Morgan: I don't get you.

Who do you work for?

You're not north Korean. You sound American.

100% born and raised.

Wondering how I'd sell out my own country?

You ever hear of Rockefeller?

Carnegie?

It was Chang's turn.

I'm gonna make a killing.

Take it up.

You'll never get that out past the check point...

Don't worry about it.

Dupont already took care of that.

He served his purpose.

Morgan: No wonder Scott never trusted you.

All right, let's go.

No, just you, Morgan.

It'll kill him!

I'm counting on it.

At least give me a flashlight.

You'll be glowing in 5 minutes anyway.

Unh!

Argh!

We're outta here.

Leonard, put him out of his misery.

No! Yes, sir.

Aah!

Come on.

Whoa!

Unh!

Whoa, whoa!

Aah!

You scared the hell out of me.

You are very much like Scott...

always in over your head.

Come on. We've got a train to catch.

Chang: 8, 9, 1,000.

Just as Mr. dupont promised.

Okay, we're all set.

You.

Good doing business with you.

Right.

Let's go!

The station is here...

And our forces have taken over all the roads

leading to the river.

There is no escape for them except by train.

Had a good look? Beat it.

Train fed his troops across the plains,

through the Mountain pass.

There is no other stop until port city.

Once we get past the old mine site,

we are in government controlled territory.

What about the old copper line there?

Oh, no.

We blew the railway line months ago.

It's totally useless.

No, that's...

that's totally useful.

We divert the train onto the old copper line,

and... and they're not gonna get to port city.

Can you get a hold of Scott's Uncle at the C.I.A.?

Yep.

All right.

Better get your men ready.

How fast can you ride?

Break right and left!

Whoa!

Aah!

Unh!

Unh...

Unh!

We don't have much time.

Whoo!

We got 'em, man!

You go up there.

Yah!

Aah!

Unh. Help.

Man: I don't see anything.

Andreas, check the engine.

Yeah, I will.

Aah!

Madumo: What now?

Find Chang.

Start with the engine and work our way back.

Aah!

Come on.

Let's go.

Morgan: How far to the split?

Madumo: About a mile ahead.

Let's unhook the car, get rid of these soldiers.

Morgan: Chang's got to be in the back.

Unh!

Unh!

Go-go, go check on Andreas.

Yeah, boss.

Unh!

Aah!

Aah!

Good shot, man.

Keep trying.

I'm gonna check that box car.

Okay.

It's the wrong track.

Unh!

It's over, Chang.

You shit.

What took you so long, boy wonder.

Sorry I'm late. In 3 Miles,

this train and everything on it are history.

You and I know

the rods will irradiate the whole area.

They'll never survive an explosion.

They won't have to.

Go up and help madumo unhook the car. Go!

So smart.

Everybody's dirty.

It all ends up in the same place...

somebody's bank account.

Scott knew that.

Oh, you're wrong, Chang. Scott didn't sell out.

Oh!

Unh!

Uhh!

Look out! Huh?

Aah!

Aah!

Unh!

Will you be all right?

Yeah.

Aah! Uncouple that!

Unh!

I've almost got it.

Whoo-hoo!

Aah!

Oh!

Unh!

We have to stop the train.

Yeah, go right ahead.

What the hell are you doing?

Guns and ammunition.

I can't let them go to waste.

Aah!

You don't have what it takes to play in my world.

Aah!

Man on megaphone: Rick Morgan?

This is agent Fedie, Scott's Uncle.

There's no time left.

We're gonna drop you a line and get you out of there.

He wants to take the barrel out first.

Move a little over here. Over here.

Yeah.

Aah!

Unh. Come on.

Chang!

You let her go.

Come and get her, Morgan!

No!

Aah!

You're all right, baby.

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