All language subtitles for Charles Bronson - Cold Sweat -1970 - They took his family, he took revenge.en

Slow down!

You're going through here too fast.

You'll swamp the other boats.

You don't have to use
the wheel now. Just the gears.

- Easy. This way.
- Ah.

Of course.

Very good, very good.

Salut, Joe!

Hello, François!

Looks like you hooked a big one!

Easy. Easy now.

- Ah.
- Easy.

Very good, Herr Langsdorff. Very good.

Very good.

That's it, that's it.

Watch that boat in front of you.

Salut, Yankee.

Are we seeing you tonight?

Oh, I don't know.
I might have some work to do.

You want the revenge.

Revenge?

Or a lesson, huh?

Herr Langsdorff.

You know, you could make
a first-class pilot.

You see what he says?

Come.

Papi, you...

Yeah. Captain?

Will you come for a drink with us now?

Well, you see, sailors never drink.

Well, they don't when they're working.

Sometimes.

Marius, give Jean-Paul
a hand with that, will ya?

Wrap it up and put it
in the back of his car.

Is that all?

Same time tomorrow?

Same time.

Bonjour, monsieur Martin.

Bonjour.

I was worried. You're later than usual.

Yeah, what's new?

Several people calling about prices.

A booking for Saturday.

Five Americans sent by the concierge
of the Negresco.

Send the concierge a commission.
What else?

Your wife. Wanted to know
if you're in for dinner.

Uh, call her back.

Tell her I have another engagement.

Say it's a big deal.

- No!
- No, no!

No, no!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You gentlemen made the rules.

But three times in a week to be taken
to the cleaners!

Wait till next time. Worse.

We said 11:00, right.

But rules,
they're just there to be broken!

You know that's how wars start?

Aw, I'll give you another chance.

We'll divide the money in half.
Flip a coin.

Tails, you split it.
Heads, I keep it all. Okay?

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Do you want to change?
- No, no.

We'll stick to tails.

Well, that's life.

I wouldn't put it past him.
A double-headed coin.

Who needs a double-headed coin?

- Good night, boys.
- Good night.

Good night.

If we are going to take
money off that one,

it's not going to be with cards.

No, next time, we'd better try chloroform!

Oh, good boy, Jazz.

Anxious to get out, are you?

Be careful when you cross the road.

You never say nice things like that to me.

You're watching a western?

I wonder what would happen
if one day they shot him?

Probably improve the program.

Am I wrong, but are you later than usual?

All you girls seem to say the same thing.

Oh, well.

I thought you were at the harbor tonight,
not out on the town.

But, of course, two can play
at the same game.

Well, five or six is even better.

More money in it.

Ah. I always wanted to know
what that felt like.

It tickles.

Well, what kind of a day did you have?

The usual.

Cleaned the house
while mother Maria talked

and spilled cigarette ashes on the floor.

That's all.

Why do you keep her, then?

Gets lonely otherwise,

with you away all day
and sometimes all night.

Do you have to have another?

No, I don't have to have another,
but I feel like it.

Boy, the way you crowd me, you'd think I
was an alcoholic or something.

It's just that the day gets long
when you're alone most of the time.

Of course, I knew what I married.

People like you never change,

but sometimes I wonder why I stay married.

And sometimes I know why I stay married.

Oh. I forgot to tell you.
Some idiot kept calling.

Doesn't say a word, then hangs up.

I'll take care of it.

Yeah.

What?

The name is Joe Martin.

M-a-r-t-i-n. You have the wrong party.

Who was it, Joe?

Joe, what's the matter?

Oh, nothing.

Some guy insisting my name is Joe Moran.

What else did he say?

Just, uh...

Some kind of a nut.

Just what?

Just said he wanted to kill me.

Whoever that joker thinks he is, I'm going
to call the police and...

No, it's not something for the police.

I'll handle it.

But first I want you out of the house.

Stay with your mother.

In the morning, pick up the girl at camp.

Now, go on up and get dressed.

- Joe, call the poli...
- Just do as I say.

Wait a minute.

It's the Petrances.

We should tell some of them to come over.

Hell of a lot of help
they'd be in their condition.

Go lock up in the kitchen,
and pull all the curtains.

Go upstairs.
Lock yourself in your room.

Joe, be careful.

Lock yourself in your room.

Joe?

Joe?

Joe?

Come in. Come all the way in.

Joe.

You bastard!

Hitting an unarmed man.

Aw, he'll live.
I can't do without him for the moment.

I don't know what you're after,

but you might like to know
that the police are on their way over.

You wouldn't want to bet on that?

I phoned them right after your last call.

Sure you did.

Joe wants the cops in on this.

Why shouldn't he?

He can tell you that better than me.

Go ahead, Mrs. Moran. Wake him up.

What was that you called me?

Our name is Martin.
You've attacked the wrong man.

Maybe you married the wrong man, huh?

No. He hasn't changed much.

I'd recognize him anywhere,
even from a picture two years old.

What's this got to do with it?
I mean...

Ah, finally.

Bonsoir, mon Sergent.

Isn't that how they put it
in your new country?

And surprised to see
your old friend Vermont.

Yeah.

Surprised to see you out on your own.

You've always needed help before.

You didn't like that, huh?
Well, how about "you're big and you're tough."

Especially when you're holding that.

The lone ranger.

You don't need anybody
to hold your hand anymore, huh?

Maybe I've learned to manage for myself.

I've had plenty of time in seven years.

I'd better go.

It's the police.

You've still got time to run for it.
We won't talk.

Fabienne!

- Come on over and have a drink.
- Yoo-hoo!

There's a lot of boozers out here.

- They wanted you to join them for a drink.
- Joe!

- Quickly, before the drinks run out.
- Come on!

Those French cops,
they know how to live, don't they?

Oh! What are you after?
Money?

That's all we've got in the house.
Go on. Take it.

You must think I'm some kind of a crook.

Aren't you?

You tell her, or doesn't she know
about your army buddies?

For a start, you tell me who this
Joe Moran is I'm suddenly married to.

Yes, tell her, Sergeant.
Go on. I've got time.

What are you doing back out on the street?

- Unexpected, huh?
- "Unexpected"?

You didn't need that.

You could've knocked me over
with a feather.

You didn't know we'd catch up
with you sooner or later?

- "We"?
- I would.

Or whoever got out first.

Figured.

At least you seem to know each other.

You don't deny that.

Yeah, I know him.

Well enough for him
to hit you on the head?

It happens in the best of families.

How...

How did you know where to find me?

Show him.

It's that Greek millionaire you saved.

Yeah, yeah, I knew
I should have let him drown.

That's when I got the idea of the boat.

What about the boat?

I knew if there was one guy
I could count on

to share his last crust,

even his fast boat...

Well, now, which...

Which country you trying to get to?

You'll find out later.

For the moment, just get down to the boat.

You must be crazy. Now?

I said to the boat, and now.
Get your coat.

Well, I hope you know what you're doing.

Oh, yeah, my coat.

Taking a boat
out in the middle of the night.

Fabienne, I'll see you later.

No sweat. The little lady's coming too.

What for?

I'm sure you'll be easier to handle
with this one around.

I agreed to take you, not her.

Sarge, baby,
I don't think you heard me right.

Get ready, honey.

Okay. Don't argue with him.
Just do as Vermont says.

No, no, no! Oh!

Oh, god. Thank god.

Okay, okay.

What is it, Joe?

You can tell the police
it was self-defense.

Then what in heaven's name
are you afraid of?

I still want you to go to your mother's,
pick up Michéle in the morning. Go on.

It must be pretty ugly,
whatever it is you're trying to hide.

Can't you ever do anything
I tell you to do?

Yes, it's ugly!

So, that's what's been bothering you.

Your drinking,
your bad nerves, your nightmare.

They weren't souvenirs
from your war in Korea.

No, they weren't souvenirs.

- You lied to me, then.
- No, I didn't lie.

I just didn't bother explaining the
reasons for my nightmares or my drinking.

It's got nothing to do with you.

Of course.

A man threatens you with a gun,
you break his neck,

we can't call the police,
but it's nothing to do with me.

Oh, well, putting it that way...

You better hear it from me first.

Sit down. I'll get you a drink.

You remember me talking about Ross?

Captain Ross,
my commanding officer in Korea?

He was a good soldier,
but one thing I didn't tell ya...

After the shooting stopped over there,
we were transferred back to Germany,

and things got a little too quiet for him.

So, he started
a little business on the side,

beginning with graft,
kickbacks from service clubs,

and ending up
with hijacking us army trucks.

He sold the stuff on the black market.

Sometimes around his headquarters,

you couldn't tell the mafia from the army.

And, boy, he must have a lot
of loot stashed away somewhere.

- Phew!
- And you were mixed up with him?

No, I never fraternized with officers,
except in the stockade,

where all men were made equal.

And where he had ended up only because
while it's all right for officers

to steal from the army,
you shouldn't make a pig out of yourself.

You didn't tell me what you
were doing in the stockade?

One Saturday night when I couldn't see
straight from this stuff,

I belted an officer.

Happened to be a chicken Colonel.

He was sure asking for it.
Everybody was happy I hit him.

I got two years just the same.

So, when Ross invited me

to bust out with him and Vermont...
And Ross knew I was a damn good driver...

I thought, "why not?"

I had nothing to lose. I was
through with the army anyhow.

It all started off smoothly enough.

The break had been well-planned.

The hardest part was over.
We only had to climb down the outer wall.

There, we had a man waiting.
His name was Katanga.

Ex-foreign legion.

He had new clothes ready for us,

a fast car, false papers.

And then a German cop happened along.

Had to put his nose into it.

He wanted to see our papers.

I didn't want any part of that action.

You know, they each received
20 years in a German prison.

And if I had stuck around,
I would have drawn at least ten.

- For what?
- You'll have to go to the police one day.

And give up everything
I've worked for all these years?

Oh, Fabienne.

And you and Michéle,
what'll you do when I'm away?

We wait.

Like hell. I wait.

But with you two away,
I can take care of everything here.

Including him?

I'm only waiting for the streets to empty,

and I'll take care of that problem
like they do in the army.

Sweep it under the rug. Come on.

I'll be down in a minute.

Just pack a small suitcase.
You might not have to be away long.

You don't understand.

I'm coming with you.

Oh, no, Fabienne.
That makes you an accessory.

I became that the day I married you.

Open up, Joe!

Open up, Joe! I can see your light on!

Fabienne.

Turn one small lamp on.

I've lost the key to the back door!

Go around the front.

- Okay!
- Watch it!

Okay, Joel

Let them in.

- Fabienne!
- Come on, Fabienne!

- Fabienne! Fabienne!
- I'm coming. I'm coming.

Ah, at last!

- Yeah, hello.
- Come on over.

Bonsoir, everybody.

Come on in.

- Jazz, will you be quiet. Come on in.
- Can I bother you for some ice?

- Of course.
- What would you like to drink?

I would have come
to your party earlier, but, uh...

Fabienne. Fabienne?

Let's see now. Uh, I have some whiskey.

- How about whiskey?
- We mustn't keep you up.

- One already poured. Ah, but you need it.
- Ice is all we need.

Ladies' man.

Fabienne!

- Can I help you?
- Oh, no.

- It's such a mess in here. I'm coming.
- Oh, all right.

Have it your way.

Hurry up, Fabienne!

Yes, I'm coming!

- Ah, here's some ice.
- Oh!

- Come on. Let's go back to the house.
- Good night, Fabienne.

- Good night.
- Oh, no!

Even if we wanted to now,
we can't call the police.

Oh!

Oh...

Don't forget to lock up, okay?

Go back up on the road
and keep your eyes open, okay?

Okay.

Joe, watch out!

Are you okay?

Don't worry. I'm fine.

Sure? We can give you a ride.

And we still have some time for a drink
at the whiskey-a-go-go.

Oh, I'd love to. Do you mind
if I bring my husband?

Oh!

Wait here, Fabienne. I'll get some things,
we'll clean up the car.

Jazz.

Jazz?

Get the hell outta herel

I remember when you used to call me "Sir."

Get out, Sir!

Jazz.

Aw, Jazz.

Katanga isn't sentimental
about animals like we Americans.

Joe, what's keeping you?

I can't imagine what you
were doing out tonight, Joe.

Not with a wife like that and available.

She was just leaving. Come on.

She's not leaving us just yet.

No. Make some more coffee.

As I seem to be kept around,
you might as well introduce your friends.

Yeah. My friends.

That's Ross, Fausto,

and this is Katanga, if I remember right.

You remember right.

He's ex-foreign legion.

Crack soldiers.
The French are especially proud of them.

They always look so good marching down
the champs-elysées on the 14th of July

that everybody tries to forget what they
did to people in indochina and Algiers.

Not that we Americans
have done too badly since we took over.

In indochina, I mean.

We haven't arrived in Algiers yet.

Now that you have me thoroughly scared,

what the hell do you want?

First, I want to balance the books.

Secondly,

I'd like to know where Vermont is.

Vermont?

He make the break with you?

You might have left him behind.
We're not like that.

Where is he?
I can see he's been here.

Beats me.

The Captain asked you a question.

Why don't you
tell the Captain I don't know.

I'll talk to you later.

Yes, what did you do with Vermont?

Uh, you dump his body somewhere?

Ah, that makes it even
more convenient, doesn't it?

Especially if you had any bright ideas
of calling the police.

As I should have done a long time before.

And Joe may be on his way
to jail by now, instead of...

No hard feelings, Sergeant.

We just sent Vermont up to fetch you.

But if he couldn't do a little thing like
that, I guess he's not much of a loss,

- long as we got you to take his place.
- Why don't you spell it out?

Why do we stand here
bartering with that rat?

Shut up!

It's his Italian blood.

He gets so excited about that.

If I weren't here,

you'd have had a bullet
in your brain by now.

Fausto. I don't have
a guilty conscience over you.

Or you.

Or anybody else,
except maybe that German cop.

I came along as a driver, Ross.

When the killing started,
that finished it.

Oh, come on now, Joe.
You must have realized.

It wasn't necessary to kill that cop.

But that nut over there,
he enjoyed doing it.

The Mark of a good soldier, wouldn't you
say, a man who enjoys killing?

You were a good soldier once, Joe.

Ross, you're speaking for yourself.

Now, let's get down to business.

How much do you figure I owe you?

How much equals a pair of lungs?

Do I hear any bids?

I'll make an offer on your behalf.

One nice, comfortable seagoing boat.

Ship's papers all in order,
with a name like Leinad II, for instance.

That's just about everything
we've got in the world.

You know how much that boat costs?

Enough to balance the books.
Almost, anyway.

Yeah, well, you just forget it.
There's no deal.

Somehow, Joe, I don't think

you're in much of a position
to refuse us anything.

Ross...

Sooner or later, I'm gonna
catch you with your guard down.

And you too.

I haven't forgotten
everything you taught me.

No, I trained you well,
but you forgot one thing, Joe.

Not much good to winning a war
when you've lost your civilian population.

Or perhaps you don't care
what happens to her.

The marriage has been
kind of rocky lately, hasn't it?

Oh, no. You shouldn't believe
all you heard down in the port.

Fishermen always exaggerate.

Where is it you want to go?

You'll find out later.

Tomorrow, just to see if you can go in and
out without custom control,

I want you to take
a small trip with Katanga.

Very touching. But you don't have to
worry. He'll be coming back.

We don't want anything to happen to him,
not with the cargo he might be carrying.

Ah, now...

Now it's beginning to make sense.

- Why you want my boat, I mean.
- It's a matter of trust.

I knew that given the right circumstances,
I could land you.

You don't trust me enough

to tell me what's in the cargo, huh?

No, it's a vicious circle. I don't trust you.
Katanga doesn't trust us.

He won't hand over the cargo
till he's been paid.

I trust you, Captain,
but my friends in Marseille...

Just don't know you, and so...

It's the world we live in.

Anyway, the money should be here
by the time you get back.

Now, Fausto, don't you forget

to go pick up Moira at the airport,
swissair from Geneva.

If that crazy broad ever makes the plane.

Oh, she'll be there.

So far everything's worked out perfectly.

In fact, with military precision.

Including Vermont?

You allow for casualties in any operation.

Yeah, well, suppose I say, uh,

no more casualties
and I don't go along with it?

Telephone's right there.

You can always call the police.

- Joe.
- Commissariat.

For god's sake, please, don't do it.

Hello?

La police here.
Pass your message.

- Captain.
- Morning.

- Morning, Herr Captain.
- Good morning.

I'm sorry, but there's been
a mistake in the booking.

This gentleman has the boat this morning.

- But was ist das?
- But, Joe...

Violet, get another boat.

Call Pierre or...

Somebody.

Come, dear.

Very pretty girl.

Eh?

The little German girl.
She's very pretty.

Too bad we can't bring her
on board for you.

You just worry about your women.

Where to?

Out there.

Cast off.

Why don't you put that away.
You're liable to hurt yourself.

Mind telling me where I'm going?

Like you are. Just going.

Hello, Joe!

Like the Captain said,
you seem to have it made.

Seven years.

Don't remind me.

What's it like in a German prison?

You're on the inside looking out.

There's a lot of ocean out there!
Which part do you wanna try first?

Head for the îles de Lérins.

And no funny business.

Katanga, I wanna explain something to you.

As long as you're holding my wife,
I can't call the police

and I can't do anything about you,
so put that thing away.

But if any harm should come
to her, god help you.

God help you all.

There she is. Turkish flag.

Oh, yeah.

Turkish flag means she's smuggling opium.

Probably already processed into heroin.

- You read the wrong sort of books.
- I get around.

That's what I heard.

Never thought I'd see you
with a wife and daughter.

Stepdaughter.

Twelve years old.

Interesting age.

You say you are Michéle's father?

Well, uh, stepfather, yes.

Then I am really confused.

I know your wife.

She was here half an hour ago.

- She was what?
- She and her husband.

She said they wanted to take Michéle home

for the 14th of July celebration.

- You're sure?
- Of course I am.

Can you identify yourself?

After all, I don't know you.

What did my wife's husband look like?

Well...

Never mind, never mind. Thank you.

All right now,
whose turn was it? Elizabeth?

Monsieur, s'il vous plait?

Problem? Talk to my colleague.

- It's always the same old story.
- Hello.

- The plane's an hour late.
- Someone's left an attaché case

sitting on the floor
right outside the locker room.

The name on it is Fausto Gelardi.

- Do you have the...
- No, I don't have it,

but I think you ought to have him paged,
otherwise somebody might pick it up.

Worse than women at losing things.

Will Mr. Fausto Gelardi
please go down to the cloakroom.

We have found your attaché case.

Will Mr. Fausto Gelardi
please go down to the cloakroom.

We have found your attaché case.

Your attention, please.

Estimated time of arrival: 10:15...

Moira?

Hi.

Here, let me help you with that.

Thought Fausto was meeting me.

Well, he got nailed
going through a traffic light.

I left him sitting there
arguing with a cop.

Some mafioso.

He'll make a great godfather.

Sure that's not too heavy for you?

No, thank you. I can manage.

Okay. Car's right outside.

Well, how long have you known Ross?

Three months. He hid out
at my place when he split jail.

He must have a lot of confidence in you.

He's knows I'm not the worldly type.

I've always had money.

Takes more than that to turn me on.

What does turn you on?

Freedom to do what I like.

To smoke what I like.
To ball who I like.

Even to kill if I have to. Like Ross.

No wonder he finds you simpatico.

Men usually do.

Enough to marry you?

Ah!

Wow! Are you out of your skull?

Now, look. I had enough of that back home.

Mummy and daddy,
enemies to the night, right?

But always deadly polite
in front of the children.

Beautiful. Like two dogs
with their teeth in each other's throats.

- How long have you known Ross?
- Oh, years.

We did time together.

Imagine, putting a man
of his talents in prison.

That's what did him in, his talents.

No.

He was betrayed, let down by a friend.

Well, there are some people in this world
who are just no good.

What's that you're smoking?

- Want one?
- No chance!

No chance.

- Is this the way to Beaulieu?
- Yep.

Ross said he had some unfinished business
there with that friend.

That's been taken care of.

Did he kill him?

- Not yet.
- But he will.

That seems to be the general idea.

I've never seen a man killed.

Ah, it's a barrel of laughs.

We just passed a sign saying "grass."

Grass? Oh, yeah, yeah. Grasse.

Where are we going now?

Oh, this is a shortcut.
We might save about 15 minutes.

You're not gonna try any funny business?

No. Not unless you force me.

I don't want to go this way.

Why not?

I think you'd better
take me back to the main road.

What for?

Well, I don't want to go bumping around
some unknown little dirt road.

And why do you have that?
You turn this car around, do you hear me?

You just sit back and relax.

I know who you are.

Okay. Everybody out.

Come on, come on, come on.

- What are you gonna do with me?
- Not what I'd like to.

I haven't got the time.

- Oh, god.
- Here we are.

I don't...

Just make yourself at home, baby.

Let me help you.

You're not gonna leave me here?

Only until my wife and daughter are safe.

- Let me have that.
- Oh, no!

You bastard! You think Ross will let you
stop sweating that easily?

It depends on how badly
he wants his money or you.

Whichever he loves more.

What if I'm here for weeks?

- He'll think you're bluffing.
- He might.

- Ooh!
- I could take him a handful of hair,

but I think this'll be more convincing.

Ooh. Look at that.

Come on.

Here, amuse yourself and count that.

You bastard! You can't leave me here!

You filthy creep!

Bastard!

You come back here, you!

You creep, you bastard,
you come back here!

You can't leave me here!

Bastard!

Come back, you big bastard!

Come back!

Never learn, will you?

Hold it!

Michéle upstairs?

Yeah. She's all right.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Hey.

Aw, come on. You're wasting your time.

I'm not about to endanger
the civilian population.

He's not the one
that'll start the shooting.

I could have brought either that
or a handful of hair.

Ross, I think you ought to marry that
girl. She's crazy about you.

- Crazy anyhow.
- Where is she?

In a safe place.

She's scared to death.

A lot of little crawling things around,

and she's crying her heart out.

- But she's all right.
- What did you have in mind?

We make a trade.

You know, the way I've got her hid,

might be three, four weeks
before anybody came along,

and all she's got to eat is money.

If we let your wife and daughter go?

You get Moira, the money,

and if you still want it,
a free boat ride.

- It's a trade.
- Get Michéle.

Fausto, go with her.

Just a minute.
We need two boat rides.

One to pick up the stuff
from the turkish boat,

and the other is all yours.

That's how it'll be.

Still playing games
with the mafia, huh, Ross?

You know any better way
of making ten times your investment?

Cost of living's going up
in South America.

- Papa!
- Everything's gonna be okay now.

Ready whenever you are.

You two stay close to me.

You stay close to them, Katanga.

Slow down.

You getting seasick?

Don't worry.
We'll get you back to camp soon.

You think this is the place?

I think... it better be.

- Slow down.
- Okay.

So, where's Moira?

What's the matter?
Don't you trust me?

Last time I trusted you
cost me seven years.

- Down there?
- Maybe.

I don't know why I should trust you.

Ross, I want you to let
my wife and daughter leave in that car.

Then we'll finish making the trade.

You still have me.

Okay.

Katanga, stay with us now.

And what about them?

He'll take us to it.

- It's yours to lose.
- Somebody has to trust somebody.

- Are you sure this is what you want?
- Yeah, it's what I want.

It's a silly thing to say, but be careful.

Yeah.

Help! Let me out! Help!

Let me out of here!

Help!

Hold it!

You all right, darling?

And you've killed Fausto,
you clumsy bastard!

Get me to that car.

- Let me out of here! Help!
- Quick. Oh.

Help! Let me out of here!

Help!

Help!

- Let me out of here!
- Get out.

Come on, you.

Give me a hand.

Hey, kid, let me out of here.

Go open the door.

Where's Ross?

Wait till I tell him...

Easy. Easy.

God, what happened?

I was in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

Not me. One of yours.

Moira, whiskey in the car.

Stomach wound. You shouldn't drink.

Shut up! Go get it.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

It's been a long while since I
had orders given by a woman.

Get going.

Bring it to my mouth.

Daddy, can't we all go home?

You stay close to your mother.
Do everything she says.

With a hole like that,

you're not gonna last long, Ross.

Oh, what else is new?

You need a doctor right now.

I can't stop the bleeding.

How far is the nearest doctor?

Half an hour.

You'd better soak that in whiskey first.

It's a half hour to Grasse.

But today's July 14th.
Might be a lot of traffic.

Captain, he's trying
to con you into something.

You can get me there in 30 minutes?

That's not what I said.

Hmm?
What are you talking about?

I'm saying that if...

If you move him,
he'll bleed to death before he gets there.

He's lying.

Moira can take you.

If you want me to.

Sure, you go right ahead, Moira.

You'll get there just in time for the
doctor to sign a death certificate.

Ross, the only thing you can do
is bring the doctor here.

He's out of his mind, Captain.

No. Looks like Joe's right.

You mean, a doctor to come here?

Here's where I am.

Hmph. It's crazy, Captain.

We'll have to wait...

Till late tonight.

- Then I'll take you to a doctor.
- Katanga,

try to understand what I'm about to say.

May not be easy for you,
but make a supreme effort.

This is a stomach wound.
Stomach wounds bleed internally.

I know what's a wound in the gut.

But do you know how many
pints of blood a man has?

He has ten pints,

and mine is pumping out
slowly but steadily

at an estimated rate
of four pints per hour.

Therefore, in another hour,

I shall lose consciousness
and finally check out.

And you, in your wondrous stupidity,

stand there and suggest
I wait until late tonight.

Ah.

Maybe I am stupid.

Stupid enough to know
we should kill these...

And cut out now!

Those who can.

Listen to me, you...

Get it for me.

The money.

Quickly!

There, enough to buy yourself
two doctors. And an undertaker!

Good-bye, Captain.
Good-bye, Sir.

Drop the schmeisser.

Now the money.

Kick the schmeisser over here, Joe.

Check him over.

Now, in case...

My gun is pointed at your heirless
unmarried daughter.

Ross, I think you better
let me get you that doctor.

I guess the longer we waltz around here,
the more blood I lose.

Yeah, Moira. You go too.

Pick up that gun.

Don't hesitate to use it if you have to.

It'll be a pleasure.

Please, let him take
the child with him. Please.

Sure, let them all go.
We'll just sit here holding hands.

Wife and daughter stay.

Joe knows if he cries "cops" he won't have
any wife and daughter when he comes back.

Just two statistics.

You have to go.
We have only one chance.

You take care of your mother
till I come back, okay?

- Okay
- Joe?

You realize I'm the sole protector
of mother and child?

I realize.

Good. I'll be here.

I'll be around for the next 60 minutes.

That is till 4:27.

After that...

You forgot something.

Well, don't just stand there.
Get in.

Well, I didn't want to make
any wrong moves.

Ow!

Oh!

No noise.

Now, get in the car.

Get in, or I'll give you
one of these. Get in.

In front.

Nice car your friends got.

I'm gonna need two hands
to drive it. Here.

Please.

Captain!

You want this gun, Katanga?

Come and get it.

Yeah, you prefer your old schmeisser.

Know something, Captain?
I can do that.

Not without putting on
a lot of lead weight.

But I take you with me, Captain, Sir.

Even with a full clip in my gut.

I take you first.

And them.
I've got time for them too.

Yes, you might at that.

Your move, Katanga.

I can wait.

Me, I'm not bleeding inside.

And if you don't want to be,

as you were.

On the floor, back against that wall.

As you like.

You.

I owe you a kind thought.

Captain, please.
Give me the other gun.

Let me hold it.

I give you my word I won't use it on you.

I give my own word I won't leave you
while you're still alive.

If something happens to you,
at least we have a last chance.

Sure, give her the piece, Captain, Sir.

What's a piece between friends?

Guns. They're just not your scene.

Your job, make sure I stay awake.

- Make me some coffee, black.
- Okay.

- Hot, strong.
- Come on.

Go on, darling.

So...

Captain, if I have the gun,
he can't go for both of us at once.

I told you. You couldn't
kill a virus infection.

Killing him wouldn't be murder.

It would be like cleaning a cesspool.

You're tough.

It's in the family.

Get your tool kit.
You're coming with me.

- It's an emergency.
- With that, you are going to make one.

Never mind the cracks. Move.

And what's the nature of this emergency?

- It's a bullet wound in the stomach.
- Exit wound?

- No.
- Long ago?

About 40 minutes.

Much external bleeding?

Doctor, you're stalling
and there isn't time!

But I must know what to take!

Nurse! Nurse, hurry up!

Yes, doctor, what is it?

Six units of plasma,
saline solution and hemostat.

- All right, doctor.
- Please do it quickly.

Hurry, hurry. Is that clock right?

Uh, yes.

There's only 27 more minutes to go.

Oh, thank you. Put it in my bag.

Give it to her. Hurry, hurry.

Do you want an ambulance?

We don't need an ambulance.
We have a car.

But, but you have to phone
immediately to Mr. Roget.

- "Mister"? Don't you mean...
- You tell him... yes, yes.

Tell him I've canceled his appointment.
Tell him I'm out on an emergency!

Where can I reach you?

Mister?

Allo, la police?

Le commissaire Roget, s'il vous plait.

Still trust your old army friend?

Still think he'll be back?

You'll see.

And with a doctor.

Why? Because of you and the kid?

When the kid isn't his?

Like he was worried about you
when he killed Vermont

and wouldn't let you call the police?

You must stay awake.

- Ah...
- Come on. Coffee. Hurry, hurry.

Joe and the doctor
will be here any minute.

You mean you can still see
your watch on your arm?

What time is it?

Our friends have
exactly seven minutes left.

And how long have you got?

One minute to go,
unless you were bluffing.

You should have listened to me.
You'd be all patched up by now.

And we could still do it.

Even now I could carry you to the road

and flag down a car and get a doctor.

Don't listen to him.
He'll kill you that way.

Hmm. Keep using that word.

But anyway, in your army,
they don't call it "killing."

"Waste them."

Hmm? Isn't that what you Americans say

when you have prisoners
you don't want to bother about?

I thought Joe was a good driver.

Sure, like last time.

He'll be here any minute now.

You just keep conscious.

How much time has he got left?

None. Time's up.

Do you know the police are following us?

The last five minutes.
Fasten your seat belt.

Faster!

Wait, don't move.

I have seen a lot
of crazy drivers, but...

This is a number one bastard.

You won't drive it again soon.

With mad people
like this around...

I'm not in a hurry to get back.

Can someone help me?

You are driving
with your ambulance?

No, we drive with our hearse.

Son of a bitch!

You tried to kill me this time!

Thought I had gone already, huh?

Just couldn't wait.

You won't be with us for long,
that's for sure.

Put that money back on the table.

Go on. Shoot me.

Then you're all alone.
And I mean alone.

Keep it!

Captain, Sir, you know
how long he's been gone?

It's nearly five o'clock.

I'm tired of wait...

Wait...

- Keep awake!
- What?

Keep awake!

Don't fall... oh, god.

- I am not in any hurry.
- Captain Ross?

I can hear someone coming.

Listen. It's Joe and a doctor.

Hmm?

All I can hear is pump, pump...

The blood squirtin' out
between my fingers.

Stay awake.

Stay awake!

Stay awake!

That Joe sure fell on his feet.

You're quite a... lady.

He'll be here any moment now.

But I'll be...

But you'll be here.

Not if you have any sense, you won't.

You want me to write you a letter?

What do you think you're playing at?

They're going nowhere.

Neither are you. I need you to drive.

Drive you where? To a cemetery?

If you do, you'll stay there with me.

Aaah!

Come on!

Now. Come on.

I can't go. It's twisted.

- Just a little bit more now.
- But I'm tired.

Come on. We've got to keep going. Come on.

Halt!

Stay where you are!

Don't move,

or I shoot the kid first!

I guess the wind's in our favor.

- Quick, the lighter.
- What?

Light the grass. Yes.

Light the grass. Light the grass.

Run! Quick! Run!

Stay where you are!

Up there!

That's a good girl.

Come on. Get out.

Come on. Hurry.
He's down here.

Joe! Help!

Joel

oh, Joe. Joe.

Oh, thank god.

Thank god.

- Joe!
- Don't move! Stay where you are!

Easy, now!

One burst would cut them in half!

Now, throw your gun on the ground!

It was empty anyway.

Now I want to see how good a Captain you
are with them aboard.

The boat. Remember?

Oh!

Oh.

Oh.

It's Bastille day.
We forgot to celebrate.

Out. Quickly!

Don't do anything stupid.

Who wants his little balloon?

Yes, it is this one.

All right, where we going?

Same place as we were going this morning.

Only this time, I intend to get there

with or without your family.

Oh, yeah.
The boat with the turkish flag.

Is that the new pickup point
for heroin in these parts?

- What happens after we get you there?
- You think too far ahead.

Enjoy the moment.

Life is short.

And shorter for some than for others.

You're gonna have to come back, you know.

Can't make it to Algiers
without picking up more fuel.

Algiers? Not me.

They'd cut off my legs with a rusty knife.

And not a minute too soon.

Gonna stay on that boat?

What you really want to know is

when do I put you over the side?

One likes to know these things, yeah.

And even if I told you,
you'd still go on driving me,

right up to the last minute.

Because there is always hope.

Be careful.

Hey, Joe!
Is that the way you celebrate, working?

The wife wanted some fresh air!
You call that working?

Don't call that celebrating either!
See you!

They know you.

They know you don't celebrate
with your own wife.

The girl, how old did you say she was?

She's about 11.

Eleven? You said 12 before.

What's that got to do with him?

He thinks you're something special.

On that we agree.

Katanga, tell me something.

What?

Do you have children of your own?

You seem to think it's very funny.

Not that it matters,
but were you ever married?

Do I look married?

I wouldn't know.

You don't have to look any special way,
if you ask me.

What are you doing there?

Uh, my legs are tired.
How about getting a chair?

Don't want you too comfortable.
You might fall asleep.

Katanga, won't you let us go once you've
boarded the turkish boat?

We can't hurt you when you sail off.

Michéle, move!

I guess I'd better go
to the police about Vermont.

Hmm.

Either that,
or wait for them to come looking for me.

Would they put you in jail for that?

Who knows?

We're lucky they didn't catch
Michéle and me.

For what?

Starting forest fires.

Ah, monsieur, is this your car?

No, but I'd like to talk to you
about something else.

No, not before I've caught
the maniac who drove this car.

'Cause if it's the last thing I do, I'm
going to see that he gets six months.

Six months?

Yes. Six months!

Six months.

I'm hungry.

I am hungry.

And I'm hungry.