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How can I convert you into a man of God?

Don't look for riches, my friend. Look for the truth.

Looking for some information, huh?

I'm gonna give you information.

Hi, Faith.

How's it going?

Fine. How are you?

Okay.

Don't tell me you're not getting bored with that job yet.

How could I get bored? These people are running my ass off.

Sure doesn't look like it.

See you next week.

I can bail you out. And it's a large sum of money.

That didn't answer my question.

You're looking at ten years hard labor.

Unless you do a favor.

For us.

And who's us?

For now, let's just say us.

I don't do favors.

You got it wrong. It's a clean job.

You set me up.

You bust me.

And you want a favor.

I'm in the dirty laundry business.

President of the patriots who are fighting oppression.

General Rosen, John Slade.

Hello, Mr. Slade.

Mr. Colbert.

You know this man?

Of course I know him. It's Frank Morris.

What the hell is this all about?

He's in trouble.

What kind of trouble? Since you've seen him, he's become a journalist.

He was down in Nicaragua on an assignment and got thrown in jail by the

Sandinistas as a spy.

So where do I come in?

We know from your past performance that you are one of the best in extraction

from hostile territories.

Morris is a war hero, and you're going to bring him back to us.

This is General Rosen's special incentive program.

Which means if you don't bring Morris back... I promise you, you'll spend the

next ten years in jail.

And, buddy, you'll be praying you don't drop the soap.

That's funny.

You know, if you'd have told me from the beginning that this was for Morris, you

could have saved yourself a hell of a lot of trouble.

Good.

The coaches have informed us that Morris is being held in a military zone in the

northern part of the country. But they rotate his prison location every few

days.

We've taken every precaution.

You'll enter Nicaragua as a Canadian photographer.

You'll have two contacts, a local girl named Marta and a Dutch helicopter

The Dutchman will supply you with all the necessary equipment.

If you want Morris back, I'll give you a list of exactly what I want.

And you make sure the Dutchman has it.

Get the fuck out!

Hello? Place always like this?

Every single day. Soon you'll get used to it.

How about buying me a drink?

You got the wrong customer, sweetheart.

No, I don't think so, Mr. Marsh.

I am not.

Not quite what I expected.

Take my passport to the airport. Is that mobile?

Your passport?

No, it isn't.

I think now they know who you are.

Do you know where Morris' personal location is?

Well, the Pontress told me that he's being kept in the Lidiana area.

Do you know the place?

I was born there.

I'm from Lockwood, Farrington. No problem.

We? Yeah, you and me.

I travel alone.

No way.

You'll never find a place without me. It's just too complicated.

Do you speak Spanish?

No.

I didn't think so.

Think about it. You need me.

I've got to be crazy.

If you fall behind, you're a hero. Don't worry, I won't.

Nice place.

Where's your helicopter pilot?

He'll be here.

I'm doing what you make the plans a big mistake.

Would you rather walk, Mr. Perfect?

If you start with that attitude, it's going to be a long trip.

Well, you better start getting used to it, sweetheart.

What's that for?

We'll see.

Lay, here comes the Dutchman.

Hasta allí! Parale!

I'm Rick Altman.

I know who you are.

This is your only safe place to land. I didn't expect any soldiers here.

I'm going to find a better meeting spot next time.

What do you expect?

When the day starts off wrong?

Why? What else happens?

That's the thing.

I can't go to Oliveira.

All test flights have been banked since yesterday.

I'll get to as close as possible.

Where's my equipment?

Everything is back there.

I hope it lasts me for the next three days. That's the time when I pick you

If you're not there in three days, come back in 24 hours.

If you don't find a friend, don't bother.

That's it.

Let's go.

If we see them, we'll kill them.

Roberto, Manolo, go to the left.

Pedro, José, go over there.

Pedro, go ahead.

If we see them, we'll kill them.

Damn,

I didn't expect that to happen.

I bet.

You.

Que pasa?

Ah!

Place is calm with Sand and Ethan.

I'm looking for a safe way down into the tunnel.

You wait here, I'll come back and get you.

You're the boss.

Thank you.

Where the hell did you come from?

I took the short way down.

Why didn't you tell me?

You just hopped away without asking.

I should have seen it from the first.

The American has come here for Morris.

At least he doesn't know where we're hiding him.

Never underestimate the enemy.

So far, he's avoided every one of your patrols.

And found his way through the underground tunnel.

Are you sure you can stop him from getting in here?

I have no doubt about it, Colonel Ferriero.

Look around yourself.

You see I have sentries posted everywhere.

Good morning, Comrade.

You're getting better every day.

Cigar.

Human. Don't you know those things would bad for your health?

Let's cut through the shit, Morris.

You're in trouble.

You're accused of espionage and of purchasing information from a Sandinist

officer.

Both offenses.

are punishable by death.

Death?

Give me a break, Ariadne.

You know damn well I'm worth more to you alive than dead.

Mr. Morgan, I have a proposition for you.

I want to put you on pallet.

You give to me in a videotape interview.

All the documentations that you've amassed for your little newspaper on U

involvement here in Central America.

And in exchange, I give to you, after one week, your

freedom, an airplane ticket to Miami, clipper class, and 50

,000 American dollars. That's more than you've earned in three years as a

journalist.

Fifty thousand dollars, huh?

Granted, it's a small newspaper, Karjatsan.

But we tell it like it is. Without the help of the party line.

This is my scoop.

And truth is at a premium these days.

You Americans with your ridiculous individualism. Who gives you the right

truth? You fuckers are all born with your heads up your asses.

Santiago! I

withdraw my offer, you

idiot. We don't need the video.

We have you.

I'm sure they're here.

We're running out of options here. We've got to be getting close.

We're in the middle of a hornet's nest.

We're going to have to fight through this one.

No, there's one other way.

And what's that?

Let them capture me. Are you crazy?

No.

If we stay here, we may take a few of them out, but they will get us.

Now, if I let them capture me, there's a chance they'll take me to where Morris

is.

And there's also a chance they'll kill you.

I'm counting on you to prevent that.

You are crazy.

Come on, come on, come on, come on. Walk, walk.

Oh!

Please, take a seat.

I only have one question for you.

What is your interest in the America?

We know very well you've been together ever since you left Managua.

He's ditched me.

That son of a bitch.

You think I believe you?

And why not?

It's his fault that I'm here.

Marta Castillo -Smith.

We know all about you.

It goes heavily against you that you have a brother who is wanted by the

authorities for his participation in the old regime.

So be careful what you say.

This America, if you love

her, you know what... or prostitution in this country is

fragile.

It would be a great shame to

have to destroy this

beautiful face and figure just because

you want to play the silent heroine.

Can't you yet?

Take me to Morris and the girl now.

You'll never get out of this.

Watch me.

Don't you think you're playing the rather long shot?

Shut up and stay in front of me.

I want Morrison, the girl, here.

One more stunt and you're going to be bullied.

Santiago!

Colonel!

Santiago!

Bring the prisoners here!

Move!

Bring them!

We can make a deal.

You let me go, and I promise you won't be executed.

You have got to be kidding me.

Get your ass off and come out with me.

Another party?

I'll take my jacket.

Get a move on.

Ah.

So you're the famous Morris.

And who are you?

You don't know me.

But I've come a long way to meet you.

Cut the shit. Let's go.

Get a move on.

Come behind me. Get behind me now.

Remember this, Bill?

Get your hands up and get down here now!

Fast!

Hands up!

Hands up!

Okay, now give me the gun!

Why are you calling Falco? Why are you calling Falco? Over.

Answer me, damn it!

Like in the old days, huh, Morris?

Get on it, Clayton.

You are all completely mad in the head.

Shut up! You will never get away, bitch.

What?

Falco 1 to Bay, over.

Bay, Adela, pass. No sign of target yet.

Scoring, sector 2, over and out.

Falco 1 to Bay, over.

I see target heading north -east, sector 2.

Put the pep in the mouth.

I'm allowed to go.

Oiga! Oiga!

Attención! You have no chance to escape!

You are completely surrounded!

Hey, Slate, you got a cigar?

You don't smoke.

He does.

This will do.

Okay.

Come on.

No, I don't see them.

We'll keep looking.

What do you think I'm doing?

That'll numb it.

Hey, bro.

That's better.

How the hell did you go from kicking ass in Granada to be a feminist journalist?

I was having a hell of a good time with this war of words.

Until now.

Well, I never thought you'd quit fighting.

You were the best.

Taught me everything I know.

We pick a lot of ass together, huh?

Hey, what's the matter? You feel left out?

Certainly not.

Whatever gave you that impression?

I've been made to eat shit, Santiago.

Made to eat shit?

Russian presence has been insulted.

It's an outrage.

And will be avenged.

And what are you doing about it, Santiago?

Don't worry, Colonel.

I'm concentrating on my troops in the south.

He won't get away this time.

No, you... Incas!

He never does.

He's feverish.

You think he can make it? Yeah, but he's going to need some breathing space.

Well, we're not too far from the village where I was born.

If that's okay.

Nancy, come on, come on, come on.

Look,

there should be a bed inside.

You can take him in there.

Martha, are you there?

No, I'm not.

I can't believe it, Martha.

My heart is not.

Been a long time.

You know.

Welcome home.

Boy has missed you.

Listen. We need you to think.

Our friend is sick.

This is the only safe place I know.

Is he

still

asleep? Yeah. He's been pushing that leg too hard.

We've got to move out soon. That duckling better be on time.

We really need that helicopter.

By the way, I know I haven't told you much, but I am glad you made the trip

me.

Careful now. You almost let out a compliment.

Don't get used to it.

Hey.

Yeah.

Still got my leg.

Looks like it.

Thank you.

After all we've been through together.

Forget it.

Hey, bro.

Yeah. You haven't told me yet.

Told you what?

How in the hell you got down here?

The soldiers are here in the village. We must go.

Chicken blood?

No, sir.

Sangre de pollo? No, sir.

Where are they?

No, sir.

Where are they?

No, sir.

They're all alike.

Peasants.

Liars.

Useless. Vamanos.

You never did tell me how they sent you down here.

The PFO sent me.

You crazy bastard.

They're after my ass.

Wait, Morris. They sent me to get you out of here.

But let's get you off the damn leg.

Look, I'm a reporter, Slade. I found out what's really going on down here.

Those PFO pricks are shipping arms to the Contras and the Sandinistas.

They're profiting off both ends. And you know how they're getting paid?

Drugs. Okay, what about the Russian? He'd benefit if he told the truth.

No way.

Those Sandinistas, he's protecting her in this shit up to their ears.

I think he just wants to blackmail the PFO.

Blackmail him?

Sure, he can put the squeeze on him any way he wants.

More aid, more drugs, then he'll ship me back to him in a box.

I never trusted Rosen.

I knew he was scamming something, I just couldn't put my finger on it.

Lane!

Come on, guys, we have less than an hour.

Plano Alto is still a long way.

We're at the village.

They're heading for Plano Alto.

No, sir.

Well, they're less than an hour advantage.

Plano Alto.

I want every available man in the area within an hour.

I'm afraid that's not possible. I don't know.

It has to be.

Oh, there'll be a lot of serious changes in the careers of the officers, Mr.

Navy.

Remember that, old fellow.

I want them here.

Yes, sir.

We're three hours late.

But he promised to come back to us.

He wouldn't stick his neck out for anybody.

Hey, John.

Yeah?

The problem is me and this damn lake.

Don't worry.

I'm going to get you out of here.

Listen, Tordesillas isn't very far from here.

What's that?

It's a little fishing village.

They also go in for smuggling.

You know, drugs, people.

That's how I get in here.

Did you know about this place?

Yes, but they're very suspicious people.

And they don't take kindly to strangers.

They know me.

Then we're going to Tordesillas.

I'm going to check on the ridge if it's clear.

You stay here.

Why don't you let me hang on to that for a while?

This is a little too jittery for my taste.

Hey!

Well, I'll be damned.

How in the hell did they talk you into this?

What, they're holding your family?

They got your husband?

Your child?

You don't look like the kind of girl that would do it for money.

No, it's not that easy to kill a man in cold blood.

That's something you've got to live with.

Don't take this personally.

I won't hold it against you if you can't handle it.

Shut up!

Hey John?

Guns make noise.

Let's get out of here.

Was it worth it?

Was it worth it to tell the truth in that shitty newspaper?

I mean, you know what they're going to do with it?

They're going to wipe their asses with it, Morris. God damn it, Morris, you

can't die on me.

You're the only one I ever looked up to.

I'm not going to die in vain.

Those bastards are going to pay.

Now I'm going to show them everything you taught me.

Puma llamando al cuartel general.

Puma llamando al cuartel general.

Estamos en el plano alto.

Hay solamente uno de los yankees que tenemos prisionero y lo encontramos

Well,

young, they can't find him anymore.

Anyway, I ordered my men to take some pictures.

You can always say it unconsciously.

Yes, that's a good one, Santiago.

Ah, but by now no one believes the lie.

The fact is that nobody believes the truth here anymore.

Anyway, our main problem now is the PFO.

They have the advantage.

No.

We have one more card to play.

Mr. John Slade.

Yes, you're right.

I didn't think of it. We've lost the original, but we still have the copy.

But I'm sure Morris told him everything.

You bet your sweet ass.

To someone who risks his neck to come and save you, you tell him that.

And much, much more.

Unless we just drive from the mountain, Morris won't be given to me.

That girl's smarter than I thought.

Does that mean you're going to let her brother off free?

And compromise a $22 million deal?

What can we do with it?

You can take care of that when you're down there.

Right, General.

There's one other problem, though.

What's that?

Slade.

And he's got half the Sandinistan army on his tail by now.

The worst possibility is that he manages to get back here alive.

But if they capture him, well, we'll just have to find another John Slade.

Senor Altman, everything is in order.

Fine. You're ready for the shipment.

Si, senor. Right away.

You were stupid.

You should have killed him.

Well, I tried to.

Maybe you find it easy to kill, but I don't.

Remember, they still have your brother.

And one who doesn't eliminate a target becomes a target himself.

You have to thank me.

And what do you want from me?

Guess.

But I can wait.

That wouldn't change anything.

I already hate myself.

For Morris, he was condemned anyway.

As for Slade, he's no longer our business.

The Sandalistas can't take care of him.

They haven't so far.

He's on his own.

He doesn't have us anymore.

I know.

No,

no, baby.

Yeah, that's a good one.

Brilliant, Mr. Slade. Your every move, exactly as I would.

Your handgun, please.

You're crazy. I don't understand.

Why have you come here?

To get you.

Now, that's rude, Mr. Slade.

Just a stupid friend of yours.

You have no idea with whom you are dealing.

To you, we're just dirty commies.

You got that right.

Is there anything you don't have your dirty hands in?

You're into running guns, terrorism, selling drugs.

I do not sell drugs.

Why don't you go and visit the Dutchman on Key 37?

Works for Rosen.

You would have found arms for the Sandinistas, arms for the Contras, and

drugs you could wish for.

And all in the name of the P .M .O.

You don't make a revolution with kid gloves, Yankee. It takes blood and guts.

Your government is besieging us. It's making us do this to defend ourselves.

Okay, Sir Bianco, okay.

We'll have plenty of time to talk politics with Mr.

Slade.

But my conversation was of a more personal nature, I believe.

You made one mistake.

You tortured my friend Morris.

And that's going to cost you.

That is not the way to talk to your host.

That shows just how sick you are.

You call yourself a host?

You think you're going to hold me like you held Morrison and Blackmail Rosen?

Wait a minute.

That's not happening.

He's the one who's got you in this mess.

And that just shows what hypocrites you Americans are.

But we have no problem, Mr. Slade.

You will do as I want.

I will have you on your knees, humiliate you.

It will give me great pleasure to demonstrate just how gullible you are.

stupid Americans are.

I hate you all.

What the hell are you doing? Nobody wants to kill you.

We just want to have some fun.

for mercy.

Let's see how brave you are, shit.

We'll see just how gullible the Americans are.

We'll see who's on his knees.

This is for Morris.

Now it's payday.

Thank you.

This is good stuff.

Shooting this one or the other, that probably kills as much as these.

As long as both sides keep killing each other, that's fine with me.

The next shipment will be here in a month.

Great. I'll be waiting.

What about the girl?

She's failed.

She's got to be eliminated.

It'll be a pleasure.

Well, well, well.

Is that your final word?

Get lost, Reed.

Have it, Lord.

I don't hold any grudges against you. I can have girls like you for just a few.

For the best.

That doesn't mean you're letting me go.

I am letting you go.

How can I be sure that you won't tell Rosenberg that I didn't kill Marv?

You'll just have to take my word for it.

Could it be that I was wrong about you?

Be good.

Yo.

Please. Come up here.

Damn it.

Come on, Slade, you bastard.

I know that you are here.

Come on, I told you. It's the end of your pretty muchacha.

Okay, have a job, eh? Here she comes.

She's all yours, you hero boy.

Hey, where's your sense of chivalry?

I forgot.

Not a Yankee trait.

Slade! You are done with her. You don't need her anymore.

I will give her back to you.

Here, you can have her.

I know.

I know who's at the bottom of it.

I'm going to take care of it.

Just wait.

Ladies and gentlemen, the PFO represents the heart of America.

And we stand up tall as the guardians of freedom and the enemy of communism.

You.

Wait, Wade.

Let me explain.

I'm sorry about Morris, but he was stabbing us in the back.

He turned into a pacifist, and he wanted to hand our country over to Moscow.

Save it for the election campaign, Rosen.

Listen to me, Slade.

Don't forget you're still one of us. A veteran who spit blood in stopping the

commies from humiliating us.

All those brave souls who gave their lives for the flag.

They're like my own sons.

That flag's become too small for you to hide behind.

You've dipped it with our blood and soiled it with your greed.

You don't fight wars for your country.

You create them because they're good business.

How much money did you make on the other war?

How much did you make on Nicaragua all at the expense of innocent people?

And if they catch you, who cares? You decide the Fifth Amendment or say, I

remember.

Be reasonable, John.

We can give you more money than you ever dreamed of. It's not about money,

Rosen.

Because what I want is worth very little.

It's worth less than shit.

It's you.

Two left down. Boom. Hits me with an overhand right.

Boom. Two more down. Boom. Catches me with another overhand right. Now he's

me up against the ropes. He's got me in the ropes. I'm trying to cover up. Damn,

Bobby, you're getting your ass whipped.

Damn right. This big bastard's trying to destroy me. Boom to the body. Boom to

the body. Boom to the body. Boom. Hook to the face. Boom. Hook to the face. Now

I'm tired, T -Bar. I'm bloody. But I know it's do or die. So when he comes

around for that last hook, I duck under.

Boom. Under the ribs.

Boom. Uppercut.

Bam. I'm like a clock. Fuck your name, Bobby.

Hey -ya!

Excuse me. I've got to get a bus out of town. You know when the next one comes

by? Out of luck, pal.

Next bus is manana at 5 o 'clock.

That's too late, but thanks.

I'll give you a ride.

I can always use the conversation.

Hey, thanks.

Hop in.

My first real fight.

How about you? You ever boxed? No.

I hate violence.