All language subtitles for Savage.Dog.2017.1080P.Bluray.X264-[Yts.Ag] (ENGLISH)

There's a tale told
somewhere south of Burma.

It tells of one man's
rendezvous with death.

A man who, when pushed
far enough, retaliated.

How he faced down an army
and spilled a river of blood.

Naysayers shake their
heads, discounting the legend.

But the fact remains.

It's all true.

I knew the man.

And for a while, I
loved him like a son.

The French hightailed it in 54.

And the US didn't yet
have boots on the ground.

For a while, Indochina offered safe haven
to men who had reached the end of the line.

European war criminals,
ex-Nazis, and other undesirables.

Or men with a price on
their head in the West.

Men like...

Martin Tillman.

This is going to be the best.

Make your way!

Land Wirth!

Come on!

Come on!

A little pause...
and we are back.

A little pause.

and we are back.

The only thing I'm actually
associated with is the execution.

I faced you as an equal,
with the exception of

this blade, which were
quite fairly matched.

They told me if I
fought, I would go free.

This fight was your
salvation, but you lost.

All right, I'm ready to land.

Come on, here!

Get out of here!

On your knees, son of a bitch!

Go on, shoot.

You want to take my place.

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

You shouldn't have
done that to the corporal.

I asked the guards why a
colonial police station with

only one small jail would
keep a prisoner for three years.

They said only you
knew the answer.

Most prisoners who end
up here have no hope.

I thought I might help... You come
twice a week with flowers for him.

And he turns you away.

I can bring you fruit.

The food here is not healthy.

I don't need your help.

Don't waste your time on me.

You're not a waste of time.

You're just lost.

I'll come see you again.

In case you change your mind.

That agent is here again.

He's persistent.

I can kill him if you order it.

The world is changing, Paul.

We must adapt with it.

Isn't it your job to transition
a local police into power?

The side effect being that
for a brief few years you

need to be holding to
the authority of the French.

Nor the Vietnamese.

Mr. Harrison, what
can I do for you?

Ho Chi Minh's strength
in the North grows as

President Diem's influence
in the South diminishes.

The Americans are watching and
will send more advisers within the year.

You and...

your kind...

will have to find a
different flea pit to lord over.

Perhaps.

I might be of valuable
assistance to you when they arrive.

At what price to me?

MI6 would like to extradite Martin Tillman
to face criminal charges in Great Britain.

There's no one
of that name here.

You're overlooking a potential
opportunity here, Colonel.

I know what you did in the war.

You'll need a friend like me
if you're going to deal with it.

Go up or shove Boone.

Please escort Mr. Harrison out.

When I was a little girl,
I rescued a stray dog.

A fighting dog that
had been left for dead.

I looked at those black eyes
and felt the ultimate betrayal.

Some animals are not
meant to be caged, Martin.

Why are you talking to me?

You made some bad decisions.

That's all.

I'll be back next week.

Goodbye.

Why do you bother
coming back for him?

We built our own cages, Martin.

Alcohol's an easy panacea here.

Black Jamaican rum.

It'll help you forget your
sins without losing your edge.

You were sorted as
superior officer in 1953.

You have served...

three years of a
six-month sentence.

What does that tell you?

It tells me I'm not the
only criminal in this ring.

In the North, you're just an
ex-lutionaire with a price on his head.

In the South, you're just
another ex-con with no passport.

But that, too, is a writ
of judgment against you.

An execution warrant
in Great Britain.

You're not so dissimilar to us.

Take...

Signor Rastignac.

Spanish Blue Division.

Fought heroically
for the Third Reich.

Corporal Chef Boone of the
5th Vietnamese Paratroopers.

Once a hero, now hunted
by the Viet Minh as a traitor.

And Signor Amarillo.

Loyal to Pertin.

And fought until
the end in Berlin.

Salute.

This room is full of men who
bagged the wrong horses, indeed.

I'm feeling charitable.

So...

I'm fulfilling my...

obligation to you.

I'm paroling you.

Effective immediately.

You saying I'm free to go?

Our glorious run
together is over.

For most of us, Indochina
will be the last outpost.

But perhaps we can work together
again under different circumstances.

If you ever find yourself in sport, I can
always use a man with a talent like yours.

I think I'll just
be moving along.

Think about it, Martin.

You don't look like a man
with many opportunities.

You owe me now.

You ever see me again, don't
you dare presume to forget that.

Are you sure this is wise?

I want that British
agent out of my affairs.

The old colonel was right.

Martin wouldn't go far.

He headed to the only person
he knew outside of the camp.

Which is where I met him.

This is Martin.

The one I was telling you about.

I have to leave now.

I want the two of
you to be friends.

It's nice seeing you
again, Martin Tillman.

There was once an Irish
boxer named Tillman.

Showed potential.

Then disappeared.

Looked after her since she
was knee-high to a jackrabbit.

She believes in the good in man.

You tell me where I can
get a meal, I'll be leaving.

I have no beef with you, son.

And I could use a good bouncer.

You look like you
can handle yourself.

She says you're
a straight shooter.

When I was inside,
she'd visit every week.

Always bringing flowers
for the commandant.

You don't know.

God bless her innocent heart.

Give me the picture.

I'll be damned if that old flesh
merchant, Hans Steiner, hit her own father.

Take some flowers once a week.

In the hope that he'll sit her
on his knee and kiss her cheek.

Steiner married his Congai local girl,
whom he later suspected of deceiving him.

When Isabel was born, that
gave him sufficient reason to...

deny her.

I was Steiner's valet,
saw the whole thing.

Adopted Isabel.

She deserves better
than either of us.

You ever hurt Isabel and I'll kill
you faster than I can shank a salmon.

And that's damn quick, boy.

There's an old storage shed
out back you can bunk in.

You'll mostly deal with drunks.

Every so often some
lame duck paws a girl.

They get one polite request.

Then...

do whatever it takes.

Shoot you.

I'll do it.

You know, you're
just like I was, Martin.

But you ain't so old.

You could still
change your path.

I'm nothing like you.

I'm young, handsome...

and I ain't burning the sun.

You son of a bitch.

But I have to say...

you're the only person
in my whole life...

whoever went out
of his way to help me.

I appreciate that.

Even the worst of
us wants to be loved.

And for a time... Martin enjoyed a
peace... he'd never known before.

Baron Valentin.

Certainly more.

Mais oui.

Certainly more.

He was

a freed prisoner.

She was an innocent...

who had watched her...

injured patient
limp back to life.

It was only natural... that they
would develop feelings for each other.

I'm not sure if Valentin did.

Is that what you believe in?

No, I was never a believer.

I joined the fight because...

my dad and my brother
are in ahead of me.

Where I come from...
that's just what you did.

Your home is here
now... Martin Tillman.

Leave the past behind.

He turns to his friend... he says...
Seamus, I told you last night...

you fucked a penguin.

You know, it's so damn easy
to... get so wrapped up in life...

that you miss the
precious moments like this.

Tell us the future.

The future.

Well, we damn sure
ain't drinking to the past.

We're not going back
where we've been before.

Cheers.

Cheers.

No, seriously TJ... I was out in
New York, New York, two weeks.

Tell me what?

Have you broken your hands?

Well, it's without
breaking my hands.

I've become a fucking baker.

Fair enough.

Never laid a glove on me.

Yeah, you did, but
we weren't telling you.

Get the fuck out of here.

Who's this cunt think he is?

We've got ourselves
a hard nut, lads.

There's a pretty penny out
there for Legion deserves.

You know that.

You look like a fella
who likes a good tear-up.

Well, you know what?

This is your lucky
day, son, cause so do I.

Listen.

Is that your knees
I hear knocking?

Go home.

If the idea is to have a fight,
well, now's your fucking chance.

You did your job.

I told you I'm fine, okay?

You're not fine.

I'm fine.

Turn your head.

Turn your head.

Just joking.

Big baby.

Hey.

Ah.

Now it makes sense.

We're closed.

Come back tonight.

My country.

My laws.

My revolver.

Martin and I are old friends.

Care if I sit down?

Not my call.

Thank you.

Isabel, you better go.

Come on.

Does she still believe
she's Steiner's daughter?

She is Steiner's daughter.

At great expense, our mutual friend,
Colonel Steiner, flew in a champion boxer.

Last night, someone
knocked him out cold.

I decided I should be
the responsible party.

Mr. Valentine told
you we're closed.

Why don't you come back tonight?

You just burned the most
dangerous man in Indochina.

Right now, you need me more
than anyone else in the world.

Why don't you come
back and fight for us?

Steiner had the
British agent sent north.

So, you can make some money.

Life can be good.

I'll take my chances here
if it's all the same with you.

If you change your mind,
you know where to find me.

Steiner needs to
relocate his operation.

A bar like this
would be a perfect fit.

Not my favorite customer.

We're closing early tonight.

Brought you bad luck.

Bad luck resides
in our unconscious.

We inflict it on ourselves.

Seems to find me.

Listen to me, son.

I saw something inside
you out there in the rain.

Maybe you need to
stop running away from it.

Embrace it.

Martin!

I didn't think you'd
be up this early.

I'll pray for you.

I want you to promise
me something.

Don't ever watch me fight.

Or bet on me.

Or be any part of what happens
to me when I get into that ring.

I don't understand.

Something happens
to me in there.

It's a part of me I
don't want you to see.

I bring bad luck to
the people around me.

Martin Tillman.

I've considered your offer.

And, uh...

I believe I'll
take you up on it.

Well, that wasn't
so difficult, was it?

That's right.

Ennis!

Mix!

This is hide and seek.

Come

on, let's go for it.

Come on!

Where can I get you?

Gin and tonic highball, old boy.

Three ounces of gin to
four ounces of tonic water.

Splash a lemon if you have it.

I think I can find some
lemon juice somewhere.

I've been in the North.

It's refreshing to hear
English spoken again.

Diplomatic service?

You might say that.

I'm looking for an Irishman.

A boxer.

He was here, but now he's gone.

There are a hundred local
criminals in this vicinity.

Nazis on the run, murderers,
wanted war criminals.

What's with this guy?

In 1946, Martin
Tillman set off several

large bombs targeting
our UCMB special units.

We know he was working with his
father and brother, who were part of a...

flying column for the IRA.

But as they were killed
in one of the blasts...

he's our loose
end, you might say.

Can't help you.

Well, if he does turn up, you can
find me via the British Embassy.

He looked like a man that
could do with 10,000 pounds.

The reward money for information
expediting his apprehension.

No, that's not what I meant.

Do you know what 10,000 pounds looks
like in French Piastres, Mr. Valentine?

I hear you give your money to valentine
you ever wonder how you would do in a

regular boxing match big money in America
Madison Square Garden Imagine that...

I used to know people,
politicians, investors, but I am S.S.

Steiner, and you are I.R.A.

Tillman.

I was sentenced to death
by a war tribunal absentia,

and you have the British
Secret Service hunting you.

So, all that we
shall ever be is this.

That we are right now.

Dearest Isabel, I'm sorry
I have not been in touch.

I deeply, profoundly
loved your mother.

And I'm sure what you
would really wish for

me to say is that,
well, that I love you too.

Well, unfortunately I do not.

But you are, at best,
the daughter of a whore.

I deserve no such dignity
for your wishful thinking.

I was blinded by my
own lust and inexperience.

I could never love the daughter of
the woman who made a cuckold of me.

You are nothing but
another faceless varmint

inhabitant of this
festering wasteland.

Cordially, Hans Steiner.

How you doing?

I have a winning so far.

There was a British
agent here asking after you.

I figured he'd catch
up to me eventually.

The money's good, Martin.

But I don't need it.

Neither does Steiner.

You can quit when you want.

That's my military passport.

We can put your picture in it.

Steiner wouldn't like it.

Forget Steiner.

Take the money
from tomorrow's fight.

Go to a military base.

America.

Take Isabel with you.

You're as good
as back in jail here.

And you don't even know it.

Go to the States.

Get away.

Taste real freedom.

What about you, Abe?

I'll head south with my girl.

She's got family down there.

I'll do the next fight.

Then I'll have two
weeks till the next one.

Then I'll give his team
to get ahead of him.

Whatever wrong you've done,
it doesn't matter to anybody.

Until you decide
to go on living.

When the Europeans start
arriving, the Americans will be next.

And we'll be in a great
position to make some money.

How much should you gamble?

Now don't you worry your
pretty little head about it.

You promised me.

You bastard!

Who do you think I am?

I don't want to talk to you!

You bastard!

Now just wait a minute.

This evening, many people found
out that their great hero has no honor.

They're in the
bar waiting for you.

No, no, no, look.

Here come my gentlemen now.

Okay, fellas.

How did I do?

You lost.

What?

You have until the end
of the week to vacate.

The deed to this
property, everything and

everything inside, now
belongs to Monsieur Astignac.

Martin lost?

You knew?

You knew he was going to lose
when you let Valentine gamble?

You son of a bitch.

What's your tongue like?

You don't want to upset me.

You're awful!

All of you!

You cowardly cheats!

Not one of you has the dignity
you're bearing of Valentine.

You should be ashamed.

You and your pigs!

That's enough!

That's enough.

You've taken enough
from us tonight.

I'm not taking any more.

It ends here!

And no Spaniard
in a cheap suit with a

paid-off contract is
going to take any more.

Do you understand?

Put it down, Valentine.

Stop it.

You're not a killer.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Everything okay, Valentine?

So there you have it.

Killed by three slugs
from my own .45.

Everything just
ceased to matter.

Not my life.

The bar.

Anything.

I just signed off.

It was a different story
with Martin and Isabelle.

The thing about a sawn-off shotgun
is, it's sheer hell at close range.

But over a throw, not so much.

The force of the
hit dropped Martin.

Knocked him cold.

But it had missed
everything vital.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Likewise with Isabelle.

The .45 that had finished
me passed right through her.

She was a healthy young woman.

And well, it's said, the Human
is the hardest animal to kill.

Martin had never had
much call for religion.

But there in the jungle he
reacquainted himself with his maker.

He begged God
to let him die there.

To take his life in
exchange for saving hers.

He offered God a proposal.

If she died, he'd follow her
into the Twilight Kingdom.

But if she lived, it would
become his mission to quench

with death those responsible
for what had happened.

She deserves better
than either of us.

You bring bad luck to
the people around me.

Bad luck resides
in our unconscious.

We inflict it on ourselves.

We live for our own good.

You saved our lives.

We will live for our
own good from now on.

Though it broke his heart, Martin
knew he could never see her again.

It had never been so
goddamn clear as it was then.

He would have to kill them all.

Only then could
he see her again.

Steiner, Rastignac,
Amarillo, and Boone.

Just four men.

But in Martin's mind, the four
reasons his life had been destroyed.

Come on in.

I'm waiting for Steiner tonight.

Make sure we have a
bottle of non-opened cognac.

Okay?

And I heard a voice in
the midst of the four beasts.

And I looked, and
behold a pale horse.

And his name that
sat on him was Death.

And Hell followed with him.

I'm looking for
Rastignac and Steiner.

Rastignac and Steiner.

I remember.

I remember!

You are those warriors I obeyed.

Son of a bitch.

Hey, all you people,
stop harassing him.

Muclo.

Don't go inside, Muclo.

FIRE!

Martin!

Give him a drink!

Give him the good stuff!

See, the thing that Martin knew
that they didn't was, that in a bar fight,

the man with nothing to
lose, was the man to bet on.

I'm gonna kill you.

And if your men try to stop
me, I'll fucking kill them too.

A wise man once said, fear the
hanged man, because he's dead already.

A wise man

once said, fear the hanged
man, because he's dead already.

Martin Tillman is still alive.

He walked in Valentine's
bar with just a machete.

Killed everyone.

They had machine
guns, shotguns, Steiner.

He cut them down like
they weren't even there.

Like a demon.

The fighter you killed
unburied has come back to life.

The fighter you killed
unburied has come back to life.

Just find him
and kill him again.

Even allowing for the
general rule of exaggeration.

I'd say we have a
problem on our hands.

Are you afraid, Steiner?

You're getting old.

Let's just say I'm not
taking any chances.

I'll kill anyone I
find to be a threat.

But they can't
do anything to us.

What can he do to us?

He'll go after our money.

That's where I was struck first.

Our money is at my safe.

At the villa.

I have to stay here.

There's a full squad there.

They're armed.

You'll be fine.

I'm deeply sorry.

I'm not going.

I am not going.

Take Constantin.

He'll take care of you.

Constantin.

I want you to take this arm.

You have said that many times.

Yes, like that.

Louis XIII's cognac.

Nearly a century old.

An excellent choice
for this occasion.

He didn't have to be out
of his mind to come here.

If he does, I'll kill him.

Then I'll buy dinner as an
apology for this inconvenience.

I knew it was a bad idea.

I knew it!

Constantin, look at me!

He's looking at you!

You come with me!

Three, here!

Two, there!

What are you looking at?

Put it on the door!

Come on!

There is enough for both of us.

Look.

We can get out of this.

Look.

I've been prepped to die
so many times in my life.

This is a manner so repugnant.

Please... an American.

No, adorable little ones.

We

must free ourselves now.

I'm just a child.

A man should go before
his maker, properly attired.

Today we're mobilizing
an entire strike force

to keep one man from
entering a police station.

Consider him
deceased, my friend.

Let's go.

What would you think of me?

For as long as he could
remember Martin had been fighting.

Whether it was harassing
the English, hunting the

Viet Minh, or even knocking
fellas down for money.

Martin had fought
for many things.

But never for revenge.

Revenge was pure, it was simple.

And it would allow almost
any means to achieve its end.

No matter how ruthless.

Now it wasn't as though Martin had any
premonition or innate strategic knowledge.

He just figured it wasn't a good
plan to go through the front door.

Ready!

It's not that easy.

Go!

Go!

Go!

Move in there!

Move in there!

Minh!

Go!

Why was they here?

Pussies.

Take it!

Look at this face.

Look into my eyes.

Do you think I've never
faced death before?

Better men than you have tried.

I will not.

I will not allow you
the satisfaction.

You're a scum that got
lucky for a day or two.

I am an aristocrat.

I am an aristocrat.

I am an aristocrat.

You're the

biggest scum I could find.

And you were never
the man I was looking for.

A little indecency.

What you're saying
is... You are a scum.

And I am.

And I am.

And I am.

And I am.

This place was my life.

I supported my parents,
my wife, my children.

Now I have nothing.

I can't help you with that.

There's a price on
your head, Hirschman.

That's good enough.

Push the button, sir.

Turn the guns
around, he's coming!

It's not until you face death
that you truly appreciate life.

Wait for him to leave cover,
then fire on my command.

What are you doing, Martin?

Fire!

Pierre, go check on the target.

The rest of you be ready to provide
covering fire on my command.

Never send a boy
to do a man's job.

Where are you going?

He's firing a gun at me.

To the building!

Now!

You want to live
or you want to die?

I want to live.

Loosen your appetite
for blood, Martin.

Not really.

Not many men are granted the
opportunity to duel for their life.

You you

you do this,

Bedfellows like money
and power build it together.

Rastignac had lost his money
and all of his influence along with it.

With no collateral, he was just another
no-account European of innate depravity.

Rastignac's treatment
of the locals had

earned him many enemies
amongst the natives.

Word had spread of Martin's quest to avenge
the local girl, earning him great sympathy.

With Rastignac's soldiers
gone, his fortune lost.

It would be man against man,
just the way Martin wanted it.

The Mazadao's relationship with
the bull is closer than with any woman.

They both know that only one
of them will leave the ring alive.

You warned Martin.

I'm not running anymore.

It's empty.

Let's do this like gentlemen.

My name is
Jean-Pierre Rastignac.

I have been known by many names.

But the one with which I most
commonly associate is the Executioner.

I face you as an equal.

With the exception of this
blade, we're quite fairly matched.

Watch it.

A little pause.

.. and we are back.

A little pause...
and we are back.

A little pause.

and we are back.

Watch me.

Dearest Isabel, I
trust you're well.

I'm sorry I have
not been in touch.

I deeply, profoundly
loved your mother.

And I'm sure what you would really
wish for me to say is that I love you too.

It's been some time, Martin.

We can make the railroad
in Saigon by 4 p .m.

Take the train to the airport.

We can be in London in two days
where you'll stand trial for murder.

But you'll probably
kill me first.

So?

What?

You can work for me.

Thank you.

I've been ordered to assemble
a team of local... local operatives.

Men with your skills
are commodity tillmen.

Indochina is changing.

And so must we.

Christ never gave him much, but a
god-awful talent for carnage and death.

There was no need
for him to deny it now.

He was a killer.

And that's all there was to it.

And so was born...

the legend.

So what about the