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♪ Sad are the eyes ♪

♪ Yet no tears, ♪

♪ The flight of the wild geese ♪

♪ Brings a new hope ♪

♪ Rescued from all this... ♪

♪ Old friends ♪

♪ And those newly found, ♪

♪ What chance to make it last? ♪

♪ When there's danger all around ♪

♪ And reason just ups and disappears ♪

♪ Time is running out ♪

♪ So much to be done ♪

♪ Tell me what more... ♪

♪ Tell me what more ♪

♪ What more can we do? ♪

♪ There were promises made ♪

♪ Plans firmly laid ♪

♪ Now madness prevails ♪

♪ And lies fill the air ♪

♪ What more... what more ♪

♪ What more can we do? ♪

♪ What chance to make it last? ♪

♪ What more... ♪

♪ What more can we do? ♪

Colonel Faulkner?

- You're late. - Sorry.

We felt it better if your visit to this country wasn't recorded by immigration.

Took a bit of doing.

I assume you're clean?

I am. I'm also cold and tired. So could we move rather rapidly along?

This way, sir.

Colonel Faulkner,

I'm Thomas Balfour.

How do you do?

Do come and meet Sir Edward Matherson.

Matherson as in merchant banker?

That's correct.

Faulkner...

What do I call you? "SIR Edward"?

You do.

You drink whiskey, I believe, soda or water?

Large and straight, thank you.

It's good of you to come at such short notice.

Depends upon your definition of good.

A first-class air ticket and an unsigned cheque for £2,000 are pretty fair persuaders.

I assume that's for my time and my trouble.

And a rather rushed me on the plane.

Would you be good enough to sign it now?

Thank you.

Another.

Please, feel free with my whiskey.

I will.

Thank you. I'm dry when I work.

Yes. So I've heard.

There's a special clause in my contracts

which says that my liver is to be buried separately, with honours.

I'm not a very humorous man.

So I've noticed.

Now. Explain to me what happened to your contract with Julius Limbani.

You know very well what happened.

You didn't pick my name out of a hat.

It was a disastrous failure.

It wasn't my failure. He didn't arrive.

- Stay in your seats and keep quiet. - Don't move.

Mr Limbani, I'm sorry to interrupt your nap.

We are going to divert the plane. An old friend of yours is waiting to see you.

Just sit quietly.

Now look, that was two years ago.

I've got your autograph, Sir Edward. Why?

- Copper. - Copper?

Now let's, let's see if I can put all the pieces together

just for the exercise.

General Ndofa, one of the most corrupt dictators in Africa,

deposes Limbani as head of state.

Now do you mind if I cut through all this?

Uganda agreed

to hold Limbani for him

and then refused to give him back.

They announced that he died of a heart attack, and then threatened Ndofa they'd set him free.

The dogs.

Ndofa can't stand the possibility of Limbani reincarnated taking over his country again.

So he's offered some of our copper concessions

in return for the secret delivery of Limbani into his hands.

And you want me to intercept him and deliver him to you.

Correct.

Where do I find him?

He is to be moved across the border and taken to an army barracks at Zembala.

Now, Ndofa will leave Gurundi the same day

and personally execute Limbani and scatter his ashes.

Any questions?

For the moment, just two.

First. How soon can you confirm the exact date of Limbani's arrival in Zembala?

- 7 days before, that's guaranteed. - Good.

And two. Can you hold General Ndofa in Gurundi while I'm grabbing Limbani?

That can be arranged.

Excellent. That's all for now.

Don't you wish to discuss your fees and expenses?

Well, first of all I have to find out if the project is feasible.

If it is, I send an account. I don't discuss fees, I get what I want.

I realise you get paid for risking your life.

I do hope you don't consider it too valuable. Goodbye, Faulkner.

We shan't be seeing each other again, a great pleasure for both of us. I'm sure.

Here we are.

Here?

This is it?

You're too well known to stay in a first class hotel.

Now, in here is a passport, driving licence,

all the usual papers and a phone number where I can always be reached.

You're to deal directly with me.

It's my job to provide you with everything you need.

Alright Tom's you go to work immediately

I want a detailed map of the area around Zembala,

plus, a scale model of the barracks,

plus all the details you can get me on the garrison strength.

- It'll be delivered by hand. - Good.

Now, I want you to find me two men.

First, Rafer Janders. If he's alive, he's here somewhere in London.

Rafer Janders...

Fair-haired, cigarette-holder, wears glasses?

That's the man. Now this is going to be a tough assignment.

No Rafer Janders, no contract.

I'll phone you about him in an hour. And the other one?

Shawn Fynn.

Very good looking.

I know the name Shawn Fynn.

I'll do my best but he's a problem.

You better find him, same goes for him.

No Shawn, no deal.

Sit down.

Randy, you don't come in here!

He's got problems, Mr Martinelli.

I'm as sorry as hell.

Go.

Go on. Go on. I'll be out in a minute.

Close the door.

So? Go ahead. What is it?

You should've told me I was carrying heroin.

I said: "No drugs".

What did you think the delivery list was for? Hershey bars?

I thought it was cash.

I don't push drugs, ever. It's my religion.

You're telling me what you do or don't do for me?

More or less.

Randy, break any two items you like on this man and throw him out.

If I ever see your face again,

you're dead.

Now, get your hands on your head. You, move over with him!

On your head.

Okay Shawn, take it easy, he's just a snot-nosed kid.

But his old man is something very special back in the States. - Have you finished?

Here, son.

Open it.

Open it!

I poured all the envelopes into one bag, just for convenience.

Now, here I am just starting to work for you two "beauties."

I make my first contact.

Was a young girl.

She was alone on a bed,

dying.

And that's when I opened the package.

You boys are pushing bad stuff.

So what I'd like you to do is each eat half of it.

You're crazy!

She was barely 19. Now on your knees and eat!

You too.

Oh, God. Please...

I hope you've got a big appetite, sonny. Because it's all yours.

Please.

Her words exactly.

Now, eat.

Now do it! Do it!

All of it!

Now pour it down.

No use praying for a stomach pump.

That had strychnine in it.

But still, they say a little suffering is good for the soul.

You may last 20 minutes.

Have fun.

To Riverdale road, Hampstead.

Emile, why don't we leave the dishes until later?

Great!

That was a pretty good meal.

What do you mean. Pretty good?

That's one of the best meals I've ever cooked.

Cold lobster?

Well I had to unwrap it, didn't I? Come here.

You promised you'd tell me right after dinner.

Well I haven't had my coffee yet.

You don't even drink coffee.

Ah, true.

Are you ready?

Sure? OK.

- Now when do you get home from school for your Christmas holidays? - December the 12th, you know that.

- Ah. But when do you go back? - January the 9th,

come on, Dad!

Now, isn't that a fantastic coincidence!

You know, this isn't a bad little wine really.

Why? Oh Dad, please!

Alright. Now this is how it goes.

On December 13th you and I and a couple of suitcases, are jumping on board an aeroplane.

- Where are we going? - Wait a second.

That same plane will bring us back on January the 3rd.

Ski-ing!

- You've got it! - Switzerland?

The very thing!

Oh boy, that is fantastic!

Yes it is...

Just the two of us?

Who else? And we're going to stay in a beautiful little inn.

I'm so excited, I don't know what to do.

Well. Why don't you, err, Why don't you try screaming? The neighbours are deaf anyway.

Oh! I don't think all the neighbours are deaf.

Allen!

Hey stop it, you're breaking my wallet.

Come on in.

- God, it's good to see you. - Good to see you, too.

What was all that screaming about?

Oh. That was Emile expressing mild satisfaction. Emile, come here. I want you to meet Mr Faulkner.

- My son, Emile. - Hello. How are you?

Pleased to meet you, sir.

Err. The sir is a by-product of expensive English education.

What a pity they don't export it.

Excuse me, sir.

- I hope to see you later, sir. - So do I, Emile. So do I.

What a splendid child.

I'll tell you about it later.

Now pour me a drink, lets sit down, have a talk.

It's been 9 years.

Ten, actually. Where have they they all gone?

Well to hell with it. We'll drink to something.

Right?

Let's er, let's drink to...

to the years before the 10th.

To the next ten weeks.

What does that mean?

To you, Rafer, old friend.

OK. To me.

- Disgusting. - Yes, isn't it?

Er.. What do you mean, "to the next 10 weeks"?

Come on, Rafer, let's talk.

Oh no, Allen. I'm not available.

I'm trying to grow old gracefully.

I'm searching to see if I can find my God.

I'm trying to learn how to appreciate life.

And practise the art of inner peace.

Now you believe all that's a crock of shit.

- I do. - You're right.

All except the "I'm not available" part. And I'm not.

Alright, I got that from the top.

Well now, tell me, how did you find me?

I asked.

Incidentally, how's that 19 year old French beauty?

Oh.. That 19 year old French beauty is now 29 and living in Paris.

- She left you? - Yes.

She's Emile's mother. She sees him once or twice a year.

I haven't see her since he was two.

He goes to boarding school in Kent.

I mean, what would I do with him full-time?

I love him. He's a wonderful boy.

Weekends and holidays are the greatest moments of my life.

I'm taking him skiing for Christmas. 3 weeks, leaving December 13th.

- December the 13th... - God, I can't wait.

Anyway, listen, enough about me!

Tell me. How's Jenny?

- She, erm. She died. 3 years ago. - What?

Some kind of bone cancer, took a month, that's all.

- I'm sorry. - So am I. Fine woman.

- Yes. She was a great woman. Look, Allen... - No. The subject's dead.

OK.

What's done is done.

Come on, tell me, how are the kids? How are the kids?

Oh. They're alright. They're grown up.

Don't see them much any more.

I think they're not too happy about me.

These are beautiful.

Yes, they are, aren't they?

I buy them, sell them... I'm getting pretty good at it.

They earn about 15,000 a year.

- Julius Limbani is alive. - I don't care.

Yes, you do.

If there's one African leader you do care about, it's Julius Limbani.

Now I'm telling you, Allen, I'm finished with all of that.

I'm getting too old. By the way, so are you.

You know, apart from your sparkling personality

and the fact that you're the finest planner I've ever known.

What I've always admired about you, Rafer, is your idealism.

Bollocks!

The money wasn't important to you.

It was the bad guys against the good guys.

And you would never work with the bad guys.

Now me, I'd work for anybody, as long as they paid me.

It's an ineradicable flaw in my character.

So that's why you've always impressed me, Rafer, always.

Well. I'm glad to hear you say that.

Do you know how many times I've been wrong?

Out there somewhere singing "Hallelujah!"

Fighting and killing for some god-damn saviour

who as soon as he's got in power gets to steal his own treasury?

Look. I don't know who the good guys are any more.

You know Limbani.

You know he's the best there is.

Now I have a contract to steal Limbani from General Ndofa.

If I don't, he dies.

If I do, well, perhaps he's running his country again.

I need you to plan it.

The answer's still no.

Now, we don't start training in Africa until January the 15th.

So I can spare you your holiday with your child.

And it's a very big pay-cheque, tax-free.

Allen. It's really been great seeing you again,

don't spoil it.

Alright.

Can you do me a favour?

Anything.

Show me... clear that stuff away.

Show me how I get in and out of this place.

Now, Limbani will be here, somewhere in that cell block.

- I've got Rafer Janders. - Good.

You haven't got Shawn Fynn.

What do you mean?

He's either dead by now, or he will be the second he shows his face anywhere in London.

Why? What happened?

Boiled down...

He removed two of the family's men earlier this evening

one of whom happened to be the nephew of the local godfather.

They've already got out a contract out on Fynn. The biggest London's ever seen.

- Then get it lifted. - That is impossible.

Come on.. Who's got the biggest clients? Sir Edward Matherson and all those banks? Or the local Mafia?

Well, that's not even a question.

You want Limbani?

Get that contract lifted.

Oh, what's so special about him?

Look, this afternoon, he was working as a courier for a 25 year old hoodlum.

If you'd ever seen him operating in the field, you'd know what's so special about him.

Also he can fly any plane you'd care to name

and he's my friend. I don't have too many left.

He's number 3 in this deal or there is no deal.

What a morale crisis that would present to kindly Sir Edward.

He'd have to have Rafer and me killed. Wouldn't he?

So you get the details of Shawn's past year over to my unspeakable hotel as soon as you can.

Rafer and I are going after him.

Now wait a minute, that's not your territory. You stay out.

You're not even supposed to be in this country, remember?

Ask your friend for a doggy bag after you've paid the bill.

I'll be waiting for you in my room.

Number 23a.

There it is.

Keep driving, keep driving!

- How many is that? - Five.

With a welcoming committee in each one. Boy, what efficiency.

- How many are left? - Four.

Good old Shawn!

Living with nine women in the one year... possibly at the same time.

Quite a feat but not beyond him... A Heather Courtney...

The Baronet Club, Denby Road.

No home address, probably sleeps off a craps table. Well we can but try.

You buy the chips here, Charlie.

Very well.

It's two of them.

Thank you very much.

Well, I'm going to get me some chips, and I'm going to break the house.

- Heather? - Black 20.

Heather, hun, is at the first Blackjack table over there.

Oh so she is, so she is. Now how come you wear her chest?

- What did you say? - I said "So how come she's wearing Heather's chest?"

Hey there, brother! How's it doing there? Is this table hot?

How are you?

Now you just tell me how much is that there is genuine money?

What's. What's the limit?

- Twenty. - Well then you deal it to us, Heather, honey!

If you don't behave you'll have to leave.

OOOOOOOOH!

How do you know my name?

How do I know your name, Heather honey?

Well, don't stop, keep dealing and listen very carefully.

We need your help. We need it very badly!

Where's, er... Shawn Fynn?

Who? I don't know any Shawn Fynn.

Yes, you do.

Hey, look at that. I got a genuine Blackjack!

I got a genuine Blackjack, I'm hotter than a fox!

He's in great trouble, if you know where he is, tell us.

The Mafia has a contract out on him, and if they get him before we do, they'll kill him.

We're talking about a matter of minutes.

We are his close friends.

Check with him on the phone and tell him it's Rafer Janders and Allen Faulkner.

Describe us, so he'll be sure, and do it now, without us he's a dead man.

OK, I believe you. He's right here in this building.

Behind the men's loo, there's a stairway.

Top floor, first room on the left.

Shawn, it's Allen.

Allen! What. Not even a hearty hand-shake, a "Shawn, my boy" how are you? Nothing? - Clown.

"Clown"? At least that's a start.

Now, would you mind telling me what you're doing here, thank God?

If we live, I'll tell you about it. Idiot.

Clown and idiot... you always were a flatterer.

You never change, do you Shawn?

There's a whole army looking for you and you're still making jokes.

- Now let's get out of here. - Well now you're making jokes. Where to?

Nevermind.

Allen, open up.

A car just pulled up at the back door.

- Rafer, what are you doing here? - Cycling a bicycle!

- Maniac. - Oh, isn't that smashing. Everybody's calling me names.

There's another car in front. Think we'd better do a little praying.

- Somebody's trying to lift this contract. - What contract?

- Who? Would somebody mind telling me what's going on? - Rafer, what you carrying?

I'm carrying this... and this.

Sort of balances me up.

Mr Martin, I do appreciate you're coming at such short notice.

At 4 o'clock in the morning, I would imagine you would.

Now I wanna get home to bed and go to sleep.

What do you want?

I want you to lift the contract on Shawn Fynn.

He killed my brother's son.

From what I've learned, your brother's better off without that son.

You tell him that. He's grieving.

He'll get over it. Now let's get down to facts.

Now, I control a number of newspapers.

I guarantee you, the day after Shawn Fynn's death,

you and your family will be among the most written-about

and photographed men in England.

The wrong room.

Frankie! Frankie!

Get out, the contract's lifted.

Well. I'll be damned!

These gentlemen should've waited 3 minutes.

Alright. Let's get out of here. The last thing we need is the police.

Well, what are we waiting for?

- Very gentle, the circles you move in. - Heather, I'm sorry.

Yes. I know. She's the one who told them the wrong room.

You get her to a doctor, and in the slight urgency.

You know nothing, right?

I'll make it up to you, I swear.

You run along, love.

It was a pleasure having served, if I still have my teeth.

Thanks. Well thank her, you clods.

- Thank you! You're a good girl. - Well, kiss her and come on!

Isn't he a love?

I don't want to appear rude, Thomas, but exactly who the devil is he?

Let's just say he's a military adviser.

Where's he from?

A government department who has as much interest in Limbani as we have...

- Which department? - And that is all you get to know.

Now he's going to say "yay" or "nay" to your plan.

And his decision is final, so why don't you just start your briefing?

There's no need to be hostile, Colonel Faulkner.

We'd very much like this to succeed.

So do we. Rafer...

Alright, from the top... we use 50 men

4 officers, 4 NCO's, 40 enlisted men, 1 medic,

and one sergeant major who'll be in charge of training and discipline.

Who's the fourth officer?

- Mr Fynn has someone in mind. Pieter something... - Coetzee.

He's a South African.

Served there with the security police on the border for years and knows the bush as good as anyone.

He'll be good, I can guarantee it.

And we'll interview him when you approve the plan.

We'll recruit in London,

group and train in Swaziland. I assume you can arrange that.

We'll fly from Swaziland here,

we'll be dropped from a Hercules cargo plane which is on a scheduled flight to Rwanda.

You'll be parachuting in?

No, actually we're going to free-fall before dawn from 25,000 feet.

You'll be using oxygen?

Could you allow him to pause?

Thank you, Allen.

Oxygen, no.

The cabin will be pressurised, we'll de-pressurise 3 minutes before the fall.

The parachutes open at 1500 feet. They won't hear the plane or see us land.

The plane will continue, re-fuel, come back, pick us up.

We'll be on the ground for exactly 3 hours... I have paused.

You're doing beautifully, continue.

There's a plateau, here, 7 miles from Zembala, over the hills.

We drop and split into two groups. The first group,

which will be Allen's, will take the Army barracks,

which is 4 miles from the drop zone here. The second group,

which is Shawn,

will take the airport here, which is 3 miles from the barracks.

The first group will proceed and take Limbani out, go to the airport.

With proper timing, the plane should land 10 to 15 minutes later, and pick us all up... I have paused again.

What's your plan for the barracks?

These barracks were constructed to hold 200 men, if my information is correct.

It is, I collated it.

25 of you are going to take Limbani away from 200 men, how?

Well, they'll be asleep. We'll dispose the guards,

here... here... and here.

Cut the wires, enter here, proceed to the barracks here, here and here.

With gas masks and cyanide gas canisters, they really won't know what hit them.

My God, you mean to say that you intend to kill them all.

Can you think of a better way?

The U.N. will go mad.

Not if we get Limbani out.

General Ndofa won't say a word,

otherwise he's got too much explaining to do to his own people. You see he's told them that Limbani was dead.

And our objective is to get Limbani out.

Quite right.

Your plan's approved, gentlemen.

- Well done, Rafer. - Thank you.

Oh, there's one small change. We received some updated information this morning.

The operation's been moved forward 3 weeks.

I assume you can handle that.

Yes.

Excellent. Good day gentlemen.

If his back were any straighter his spine would snap.

Here are the signed contracts.

Read them. - Oh yes.

Open-ended check-in account on a Swiss bank. All expenses for weapons, equipment, etc to be itemised. That's alright!

Yes! One third of all wages to be paid in advance.

Alright. Fair enough

£100,000 for you? - Mmm-Hmm.

£50,000 for Janders.

£30,000 for each of the other officers.

£20,000 for each of the NCO's and the RSM.

£10,000 for each of the enlisted men.

And one half of these amounts if the mission fails.

That's absolutely outrageous!

My sentiments exactly.

You, er. Sign here.

And here.

Good. Here's your contract. You can go outside and scream in the corridor.

Shawn, would you be good enough to show Mr Balfour out?

Yes, of course.

- Rafer. I had no idea. - I know.

There'll be other holidays.

Allen, I'd like your approvals of weapons and supplies here.

Excuse me, but you wouldn't happen to know is Sandy Young around here. Would you?

Colonel Faulkner.

How are you, Sandy?

Couldn't be better, sir! And yourself?

Not bad.

I can't tell you what a pleasure it is to see you, sir.

Brings back memories I never thought I hidden.

Hark at me nattering on, not inviting you inside.

- Your wife at home? - Yes sir, she is, she'll be delighted.

I don't think so. I think we'd better talk out here.

Tell me. How's er.. How's your retirement going?

It has its points, sir.

Such as?

Fucking rose bushes, if you pardon my french, sir, are whipping into shape nicely, and that's about it.

How'd you like to whip fifty men into shape for me? - Are you serious, sir?

That's why I'm here. I need a sergeant-major and you're the best I've ever known.

- Not too old? - What do you think?

Sir, where do I report and when?

- Sandy, it's tea! - Look who's here, love.

Good afternoon.

Yes, I see.

I hoped I'd never see him again.

That's no way to greet an old friend, Marjorie.

He's not my friend.

Tea's on the table.

You're not welcome, Mr Faulkner.

My apologies, sir.

I understand.

There'll be some crying now, won't there?

Yes, sir! A good deal of it, but she'll get over it. She's a lovely girl.

Yes, she is.

Well, Sandy you go in and er... call me at this number tonight.

- Sir. - Bye, Sandy. - Bye, Sir.

Excuse me... Thank you!

Buy you the other half?

- Shawn... - Shawn Fynn.

How are you, Pieter?

That's a good question if you have a few hours.

- What are you doing down here? - Looking for you.

Yes, sir?

2 of these, please.

How did you find me?

Your landlady.

By the way, she asked me to tell that if you don't pay the rent you can pack and get out by the morning.

Rent? That's chuggled.

I haven't even got the money to buy you one back.

Why would you be looking for me?

I er.. might have a job for you.

Thanks, I've been in jail once, I didn't like it.

- Your change, sir! - Oh that's marvelous, isn't it? Thank you!

I now have to prove to you that crime is only a hobby with me.

- It's not that kind of job. - No?

Look. All I want out of life right now is to get back to South Africa.

I don't know why I came to London in the first place.

One more week here, and I'll explode.

It's funny you should talk about exploding. Because er..

Explosives could very well be a part of this job.

What does that mean?

It's also in Africa.

You must be joking?

Are you serious?

£30,000, how's that for serious?

- Right, Tosh. - Sir.

Come in.

State clearly your name, age, previous military experience and rank.

Donaldson, sir. Born 1932. 12 years with the paras,

3 tours with you. Rank of Sergeant, sir.

- Welcome back, Tosh. How have the years been treating you? - Not so good, sir.

I'm a plumber now, it's not my line, sir.

- You married? - Yes, sir.

- Your wife know you're here? - No sir, she did she'd do her nut, sir.

If I'm accepted, sir, I'll leave her a note.

Sir, you won't regret it.

I'm as good a man now as I was at 20, sir.

Why do you want to come with us?

It's a job I do best, sir.

I love it.

Blake, Jesse, Colonel Faulkner, sir.

Age: within the acceptable range. Experience: you name it, I've had it.

Financial status: wiped-out.

Cannot afford a haircut, sir.

Jesse, I'm glad you got my wire.

So am I, sir... it was my breakfast.

How do you feel about working in Africa?

I don't care where it is, sir, except Switzerland.

Neatness scares the shit out of me. And since I see Mr Janders sitting over there,

I know we're not going up against any sweet and kindly group.

Thank you, Jessie.

Yes, sir. So I'm ready, and available and hungry.

You're hired.

Colonel, you've made my day. Would it be possible for you to advance me £20?

Man, that's hungry.

I have this lady barber who charges by the inch, sir.

McTaggart, aged 42, sir.

12 years in the Black Watch, rank of Sergeant.

Undefeated regimental middleweight champion 6 years running, sir.

What year were you born?

19 thirty, errrm...

Come on now, Jock. You know better than that.

- Yes, sir. - How old are you? No rubbish.

- 47, sir. - You look as if you could do with some exercise.

It'll take 4 weeks to train down to fighting weight, sir.

- You've been hit a few times? - Yes, sir.

A lot of the hitters are still hearing bells, sir.

I just like to fight,

with weapons or without.

Witty, Arthur, sir. Age: 43. Medical Orderly.

You don't need to go over your qualifications. How are you, Witty?

Fine, sir.

- You look fit. - Thank you, sir.

I put a lot into cranking up hospital beds.

Patients lying around the wards, that sort of thing.

Keeps me in shape, sir.

Why do you want to fight with us again?

Colonel Faulkner,

two years of sorting gall-stones at St Vincent's hospital

is hardening my heart. And er, softening the more important parts.

I want to reverse the process.

It could be a bloody one.

Aren't they all? I like to keep busy, sir.

Alright, you got the job.

Thank you, sir.

Do I have time to get a divorce?

36 hours.

Oh, lovely, sir.

I can't wait to see his face!

Well-played, Emile.

- That was a good play. - I didn't know you were coming today!

Well, I thought I'd a surprise you. What's the score?

We're winning 4-0. It's just a knockabout at half-time.

But why?

It just has to be.

It's Christmas, you said we'd have three whole weeks together.

I know what I said, but sometimes these things just can't be helped.

Anyway, you'll be with the Headmaster's family. It'll be nice.

No it won't, I want to be with you.

- You know I want to be with you too. - Then don't go.

Please. It's only business.

I have to go.

I don't even know where, what it's about, or anything.

Well, one day I'll tell you. That's a promise.

Let's sit down here, we'll have some fun.

Look.

Look. I raided Hamley's.

It's called "Christmas whenever you want it."

I don't really want them now.

I understand

I'll, er... I'll give them to the headmaster. He can give them to you for Christmas time.

My mother was here last week with some Frenchman.

One of the older boys said she looked like a whore.

I didn't know what that was so I laughed.

And then someone told me.

Now listen.

You listen to me, now.

You don't pay any attention to what they say. 'Cos you know and I know

she's the kindest and finest woman there is.

And I want you to remember that.

Emile?

- I have to get back to the game. - I love you.

I love you too.

Company!

Attention!

Some of you know me already.

Those of you who don't

are in for a great big fucking surprise.

For those of you who do

can expect an infinitely more horrible time than they care to remember.

Any man here steps out of line and I will kill him stone-dead.

It will not worry me in the slightest.

There are no Queen's Regulations here.

And when I say "Jump!", you ask "How high?"

Do I make myself clear?

"I WANT TO HEAR IT DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!"

Right!

On the command "Right and left turn", A and B squads turn to the right,

C and D squads turn to the left.

SQUADS! Right and left TURN!

Right! Let's try for our first heart attack, shall we?!

On the command "double march".

You will double in a clockwise and anti-clockwise directions

within the confines of the parade ground.

20 paces at the double,

20 paces at the sprint, then fall flat on your bellies,

get up and do it again until I tell you to halt.

At the double,

double march!

Come on, move it! Let's keep it moving!

Get up! Get up! Get up! Get your feet moving. Come on now! Move it.

You can do better than that. Come on!

Get up,

you lazy, filthy load of loafers!

Get up, Lieutenant Flynn, sir, before I kick your head in.

Move it you dozy lot!

Get up, Witty, get up!

Witty, you screaming faggot.

Move it before I sew up your arsehole!

Oh, God and an infinite wisdom would never ordain that.

Captain Janders, sir.

If you do not get up and run

then I will personally string you up by the balls.

Do I make myself understood?

Get up!

I can't, Sir.

On your feet, you fucking abortion!

I tried, sir. I'm dead.

Next time, you move it. Get out of my sight now.

Come on, move it! Move it, you flabby bastards!

If anybody tries to convince me that I'm still alive,

could hardly believe it.

I'm as just as much of a wreck as anyone.

Alright gentlemen, let's get down to business.

There's one problem to be solved.

The sentries and the barracks. Come and have a look.

Pieter.

You too.

One sentry there, one there one there.

A 100 yards of clear killing ground.

And we can't afford to make one sound.

They have to be killed instantly and silently.

And there's no cover for a 100 yards? - No.

I'd use a crossbow.

Who do you think you are, William Tell?

The one I have in mind will kill at 300 yards.

And at 120 yards, the bolt goes straight through a man.

- Where does one find such a thing? - Somebody I know in Durban.

I use hardwood quarrels, with vials of cyanide attached.

The quarrel will shatter inside the man, and if that doesn't kill him instantly,

the cyanide will take effect in less than one second. So there is no sound.

However, you get me that bow and I'll do the sentries.

Alright. You have it.

Is there anything else for me, sir?

No, no.

Good night then.

Pieter... is something wrong?

In South Africa, we call the blacks "kaffirs", like you calling them "niggers."

I don't particularly like them, but I don't like killing them.

But surely you've hunted er.. black terrorists in your own country?

Oh those were terrorists, and they were hunting me.

General Ndofa's army kill more innocent people in er.. one day.

Than your terrorists will in one year.

Maybe, but that is in Ndofa's country, not in mine.

Our mission is to save the life of Julius Limbani

and get him out of here. He is a rather special man.

I'm no good in politics.

I don't know Limbani, or the people who back him or what for.

I only know that I don't like killing people I've nothing to do with.

Then what the hell are you doing here, Pieter?

Why, you know that.

And it's my ticket home.

My money to buy a farm.

Nothing else.

So I'll be killing for me and I'll live with that later.

And you'll be killing to impose your own personal ideas on the future of mankind on others

whether they're right or wrong.

I wonder how we stack up against each other morally.

Now is that all, sir?

Morals amongst mercenaries...

Who'd thought we'd ever see the day.

We'll have to watch him.

We can't afford any risks.

If he's not with us, he's dead.

I know from your records, you're all perfect.

Don't forget to bend your knees when you hit, to take the shock out of it

and roll over.

Esposito, what the fuck are you waiting for?

A push? GO!

Next man, move it.

You've got one parachute drop to make, and it better be perfect,

or you get left where you fall. GO!

Very good.

GO!

That was ludicrous, sir.

You are jumping from an aeroplane,

not a whorehouse window. Do it again.

Sir.

Get out of the car.

I've got an urgent message for Colonel Faulkner.

Get in.

Up!

Come in.

Gentlemen, sit down.

We're going in tomorrow night.

You're kidding, sir.

Tomorrow's Christmas.

We'll celebrate on the 26th.

Er. What the hell happened, sir? They guaranteed us seven day notice.

According to this message, some crazy old lady relative of Limbani

had a vision that he'd risen from the dead

and it spread through the tribe like er... the mumps.

It's made Ndofa very nervous. He wants to get this thing over fast.

Now Limbani's being delivered tomorrow night. We'll be there 4 hours later.

Splendid. Home early, it's the best news I've had since I threw up my lunch.

Well, be prepared to throw up dinner.

Instead of taking a small bodyguard, Ndofa's taking the Simbas with him.

That's his own regiment.

And they're very good, as we know.

We'll hardly come across them anyway, sir. We'll have Limbani out before they get close.

If all goes well.

Alright gentlemen, now to business.

- Rafer. - Sir. - See that the men make their wills.

Shawn, arrange transportation for the men to go into town.

They can kiss their money goodbye if they're not back by 0400.

Drunk, laid and parleyed.

Well.. They deserve it. That's all.

Sandy.

Sir?

Sit down.

I just wanted to have this private moment with you, old friend,

to thank you. You're the best of the best.

You've earned your money five times over.

I appreciate that, sir, but I'm not quite sure what it means.

It means that I'd like you and your wife to spend your money in good health.

You're trying to tell me I'm not coming along?

Yes.

Sir, with respect, you can stick that money up your arse. That's not why I came out with you, sir.

- Sandy! - I love what I do.

And believe it or not, Colonel. I also love those grubby thick-headed men I trained,

you most of all.

And I expect to be with them

and with you. Because I'm needed.

And if you want to see a real revolution, try and stop me.

Sir!

What about that!

Who are you leaving your money to, Queenie?

If it's any of your business,

to the dearest, kindest proctologist in the whole wide world.

What's that?

"Bum-doctor" to you, chubby cheeks.

Come along, auntie!

We'll find you a lovely bit of tail.

No thanks, dear.

You enjoy yourselves.

I'll be waiting up for you, with bandages and penicillin.

Have your bums ready!

Me, I never think about dying, got my death all planned.

Blind drunk, lying on the pavement, roll off, fracture my skull... out.

Well, I think about it.

- Serves no purpose. - Your children are grown-up.

True.

Allen, I want you to do something for me.

If I buy it, I'd like you to see that my son's alright.

Me?

- Yes. I mean you put me into this thing. - Don't you have any decent friends?

Well, I've just made you his Godfather.

Look, if his mother doesn't take care of him,

I want you to take him away from her.

That's the most insane...

You got an IQ of about 2.

When I'm not employed killing perfect strangers, I'm an out-of-work drunk.

Then a little responsibility would do you good.

I want your hand on it, Allen.

You're not gonna die, friend.

I know it, you know it,

but does the man up there know it?

Err, I'll ask him.

Come on, move it.

Come on, move it up, far down.

What's the hold-up? Come on.

All in, sir.

Service is a bit slow.

For President Limbani.

Yes, sir. He'll need these.

About 3 minutes to exit. They're de-pressurising now. Red light on.

Right. Get them on their feet, Sergeant-Major.

On your feet!

I suppose a transfer to the cavalry's out of the question, Sergeant-Major?

- Check equipment. - CHECK YOUR EQUIPMENT!

- Exit positions. - Break up in jump positions.

GOOSE!

Shawn, how goes it?

Fine, fine thanks. I tell you, Jock, that's it.

My heels are where my balls used to be.

Would you believe it!

2 out of 3 asleep. Pieter?

Take the one who's awake first. You've got 3 minutes to get the other 2.

- Rafer? - Sir?

Were going in under that fence by that sentry post.

You stay here. When we're through, bring your group through.

Alright. Go!

Hello.

Sit still right where you are. Don't move.

No sudden noise.

We'd like those keys, you see.. So.

Whoever has them, just hand them over.

Esposito, search this fella first.

Try the Cuban.

I'll take the outside.

Mr Limbani, I'm Faulkner. Just lie there.

Come on Pieter, quickly.

Witty? - Sir.

- Everybody OK? - Yes, sir.

- Keith. - Sir? - Find Captain Janders.

- If he's set. Tell him to send Lieutenant Fynn to take the airport. - Sir!

You alright?

Oh, yes, sir.

Got some lovely pills from London for your heart. Hmmm. So you just relax, love.

Here.

Drink this, come on, come on, come on.

- There ya go. - How is he?

I'll live, Mr Faulkner.

That's the plan, sir.

Pieter, he's your responsibility.

- From now on, he never leaves your sight. - Yes, sir.

Alright, let's go.

Esposito!

Well then, kaffir. On your feet.

Here we go, love.

That's fine.

Alright.

Fine.

Give me the keys.

Here.

Shawn... Shawn.

- Come in, Shawn. - I read you.

We got the man out. Move in!

And good luck.

He's all yours, Jock.

Come on!

Excellent... excellent.

This is Rushton. Put Charlie 1 into effect immediately.

That's right, immediately. What's so surprising about that?

Well, route it through any embassies you need. That's your job, do it.

Might be a little bit tight, but we'll make it.

Get Mr Limbani out first

and be careful with him.

Take him to the front of the control tower, right.

Well done, Sandy.

Allen, let's go see Shawn.

President Limbani, plane should be here any minute.

Alright, let's move out to the runway. Follow me at the double, come on.

Here. Put him down there.

Iron Man, Iron Man. Wild Goose, Wild Goose. Do you read. Over?

Well done, Shawn. Is he on the way in?

You tell me. The radio's Russian, the dials work backwards.

Iron Man, Iron Man, Wild Goose, Wild Goose. Do you read, over?

"Iron Man", "Wild Goose"... sounds like a finger up a tin man's backside,

doesn't it?

Wild Goose, this is Iron Man. Reading you 10-4.

God bless us, each and every one. Iron Man, Goose yourself in here. We're waiting. Over?

- Well Allen, we're just 12 minutes behind schedule. - Make you feel good?

Well. If Limbani's heart holds out, I'll feel bloody marvelous.

I heard a plane, sir.

Iron Man, Iron Man we hear your engines.

Sounds like you're South-East of us.

I have you in sight. We're commencing descent.

There it is!

No, no, love. You stay and rest, come on.

Right on the money.

Don't suppose you've got a couple of stewardesses aboard?

Make it three.

£30,000 quid in my pocket.

Let's go and meet them.

Iron Man, this is Charlie 1. Charlie 1.

The message is: pass them by.

I repeat, Iron Man. The message is to pass them by.

Christ, those poor bastards.

Charlie 1, message received, wilco.

"Iron Man, Iron Man", what's going on, over?

Get him up.

Bring the bird back here.

Sorry, orders. Good luck to you.

Orders?

Orders? We're stuffed... Who's Charlie 1, Allen?

I'll go and talk to the men.

Men,

we have been double-crossed.

But we will plan a way out of here.

- Jock. - Sir?

We need more transport, find it.

I want everybody loaded on and ready to roll, now. - Sir.

- And find all the spare ammunition and weapons you can. - Sir.

I thought we had this in the bag.

There's a man called Matherson

who has a lot to answer for.

Sir Edward Matherson?

- Yes. - He's Charlie 1?

Yes, Sir Edward Matherson. He's the money.

What happened, Allen?

I'm guessing he made a new deal with Ndofa. So he doesn't need Limbani anymore.

He could've done that yesterday. Couldn't he? And aborted the mission then?

Yeah! This way he saves himself $500,000 dollars, the rest of our pay.

Allen. I wouldn't mind meeting this gentleman one day.

Rafer, my friend, one day you will.

Alright Rafer, how do we get out of here?

Where do we go, Allen?

Within the hour, we're gonna have the whole of Ndofa's bloody army down on us like a ton of bricks.

What do you suggest we do? Surrender?

I'd rather have Witty treat my hemorrhoids.

Rafer, we got 10 minutes. You're the planner.

Allen, I've got something to say to you.

I'll give it to you emotionally first, and then rationally, if I have to.

- This man, erm. Matherson? - Right.

Well he give us the royal screwing of all time.

Now my first instinct is to give it back to him, but bigger.

- Yes. Me too, but that's for some another time. - Ah! That's for now.

We came to get Limbani, we've got him, I say we use him.

We show him to his tribesmen, they'll think he's been re-incarnated.

They're about ready for a civil war anyway.

Maybe we can start it. God knows maybe we can even win it.

Halt, right there. Now you listen to me, Rafer.

I've got 50 good men down there

and their lives are my responsibility. I'm not on

any bloody crusade. I don't want to do battle with you Rafer, at least not now.

So just get on with it and get us out of here!

Alright. Alright. Then I'll give it to you rationally.

- The North is out of the question. - Why?

What if we got hold of the, the ferry to Burundi?

I wouldn't cross that lake in a destroyer,

Ndofa's planes will pick us off like ducks.

They wouldn't let us into Burundi anyway, nor Rwanda.

Zambia's too far.

And er.. East? 600 miles of jungle, totally impossible.

Well. That still leaves the South.

Exactly, the South.

Limbani country. Now I know it well.

There's a dry river there and an old stone bridge.

If we cross that bridge, we're on our way to Kalima.

Well what's in Kalima?

Limbani was born there. I think it can work it, Allen.

- Rafer... - Oh. For God's sake it's the only chance we have

of accomplishing something from this whole fucking mess!

50 men in the valley of the shadow, and he wants to take over an entire country!

Well we got no bloody place to run to!

So why not stand and fight?

And for a cause. For two causes.

One: Limbani. He's the best there is, words from your own lips. And two...

Matherson.

You know, Rafer, sometimes it's almost a pleasure knowing you.

Alright, let's do it then.

Let's do it?

Heaven help me, I'm in the hands of maniacs.

Have a good trip. Goodbye.

Good.

Call me back when you get confirmation.

Well, here's to General Ndofa.

The difficult bastard to negotiate with, but I'm pleased with the deal.

Cheers.

- Let's hope Ndofa continues to honour it. - Oh he will.

He's got brand new financing, and we've got the mines.

We're back in the copper business.

Shawn, Rafer.

- They don't build bridges like this anymore. - Yeah, well. It'll go off with a hell of a bang.

- We haven't got any stuff. - Pity.

We haven't got time anyway. Let's roll.

Go.

Come on, Mac.

It won't start.

Well, keep trying.

What the hell's happened?

Hey. What's up?

- Rafer! Take cover! - Hit it, Tosh! - Sir!

Back that Jeep out of here.

Take cover!

Right, get out of here.

Jock, get the men across the bridge.

Take cover!

Take cover!

Come on, get out!

Jesus.

Not even Jesus could get through that lot.

You alright, sir?

Allen. Allen. They'll be back with more planes before you can cross by that fire.

Well, get moving.

Decoy them away from us.

We'll cross with Limbani lower down. Meet you at Kalima village.

Right. Ok, men. Come on, move out.

- A write-off? - Complete write-off. - Sir? - Yes? - West, Smith and Robertson, sir.

Witty.. Look after Mr Limbani. - Sir.

Can't leave them to the Simba.

No, we can't. Who volunteers?

Suppose I do.

Witty.

We'll keep going for about another hour.

Then we'll hold up somewhere for a while.

How many men we have left, Sandy?

Counting the colonel's group, 32 including 6 walking wounded, sir.

Ah. That's a hell of a formidable unit.

I wouldn't like to be up against us, sir.

Have to rest here.

Not another step for him, sir. Not if you want to keep him alive.

What happened?

We're gonna carry him.

We'll go on until noon, then we'll rest.

I'll take him.

Come on, up.

You alright? I'll take point.

- Let me carry him, Lieutenant. - No way.

Just hang on, kaffir.

I bleed red like you, white man. Don't call me kaffir.

Take that hand off my face,

kaffir.

- Where do you come from? Rhodesia? - South Africa.

South Africa? I knew Jan Smuts a long time ago.

He was a good man.

I don't get to meet prime ministers,

now shut up!

Just saying.

What do you want?

Just to talk.

Talk? No wonder you're a politician.

I haven't had anyone to talk to for over two years.

Just prison guards.

I entertained myself by trying to taunt them into killing me.

Now you're trying the same with me.

Christ. Go to sleep man!

"Man"?

That's an improvement over kaffir.

- What did you do in South Africa? - I fought black trouble makers.

Who were they fighting? And why?

If you are asking me whether I understand the politics of my own country, the answer is "no," alright?

Well. At least we have an equal opportunity to neglect your education.

What would you like to do there?

I want a place of my own.

That's all saving your life means to me.

A chance to work my own land, as a free man in the country I love.

That's good enough.

Only one thing to remember about Africa.

Today, freedom is only a word for a "you" oppressor.

Black or White, North or South,

if you want to live here, you've better think about tomorrow.

- That's Kalima. - Picturesque.

- Sandy? - Sir? - Post guards, send a patrol into the village.

- Tosh, come on. - Sir.

This will do for now.

If your white friends in South Africa

could see you now...

Oh, kaffir,

if you think you can ride me through the bush like a bloody mule and laugh at me,

you can bloody well crawl.

We whites have carried you people on our backs ever since we came to this country.

It's the other way round, isn't it?

Is it? You need me to save your miserable black life right now. Don't you?

I do. And then you may need me to save yours.

We need each other, white man,

and that's the way it should be. We've got the whole world using us now,

setting group against group, destroying Africa.

Our new freedom is just a another label for the up brand of slavery

and the final bloodbath is coming, that's between black and white,

and then between black and black

when you whites have left Africa for good.

Man, we have built your countries

and now you are kicking us out of almost all of them.

You are living on foreign aid, robbing your own people blind.

You're crying about outside oppression

while killing each other in great big bleeding batches.

Now once you have something better to offer.

Then you come and see us in the white South.

We both have something better to offer.

Listen to me. Because your white south is next unless they learn.

Oh bullshit. We whites were born here, we are just as African as you are.

And don't make a mistake. We're gonna stay.

I'm glad to hear that.

Then you better join us and help us sort out our future.

Join you?

We've got to learn to care for each other

or they'll be nothing left of our Africa but a burned out battlefield.

You have a point there. But do you have an answer?

I have the will to look for one.

We have to forgive you for the past and you have to forgive us for the present.

If we have no future together white man, we have no future.

That's what I believe in, and that's what I'm willing to die for.

You're beginning to sound good to me.

Maybe we need you, maybe you are just the man.

Alright.

Let's get moving.

Maybe I'm a bloody fool, but I'm going to take you there, just to find out.

If you are lying.

Just hang on tight, bloke.

God almighty, what's going on?

What's going on? Get off. Get out. Get out of my village.

You heathens!

You murdering heathens! Why do you come up into my church?

I've got women and children, ready waiting for the slaughter.

- Tosh. - Sir. - What's all the shooting?

Argh, nothing, sir. Just a pig.

Father Geoghagen... good God...

I thought you were dead... years ago.

Looking at you and your guns... I am.

We need your help, father.

To go and kill more of your brothers?

I hope not.

You haven't changed a bit, but it's nice to see you.

I despise the sight of you. I want you out of my village.

Well, let's er.. Let's talk about it over here. Shall we?

Witty. Come on, we are moving out!

- Witty, back here. - Get your lovely arses out of here.

Witty's holding the fort!

Stay down!

Come on, ya lovelies. Show yourselves.

Witty?

Pieter... with me.

Come on, ya beauties! Where are ya?

My. Just look at you big bastards.

What a bloody shame we can't be friends, hmmm.

- Let me have him. - You're welcome.

Don't worry. We'll make it.

Come on.

Leave me, you'll go fast.

Oh no, kaffir.

I have to farm you.

Don't die.

Please don't die.

Let's go.

Spread out.

Mr Limbani.

Mr Limbani.

Please.. please.

You can leave him now, Mr President. He's dead.

Jesse.

- How you feeling, sir? - As you might say, Mr Faulkner,

I'm just hanging on.

Tell me if I'm wrong.

You would like my people to rise up and fight.

I'd like your country to be yours, sir.

Yes, so would I. But I think spears against machine guns was not the plan.

If we started it, we might get something to back us up.

It's happened before.

Copper can be a powerful persuader, sir.

I've been through all this with him,

and God knows you know how much I love to do it. But we haven't got a chance.

I've heard you say that before.

Well I'm saying it now, his people spotted a whole battalion of Simbas.

About an hour ago, there's more following.

What the devil are we doing here?

Well, we're trying to save a good man for a better day.

With 30 men? What are we supposed to do, walk out of Africa?

Well, we could try running.

Allen, please, the simple fact is, they've got nothing to fight with.

They've nowhere to run.

God in heaven, it's true. I didn't truly believe the rumour.

We're a little pressed for time, Father.

- You're Faulkner. - That's right.

Don't call me "Father", you murdering pig.

I haven't got time to discuss my finer qualities with you now.

Just get those elders in here to have a look at him.

I would like to speak with my people, alone.

I believe you want to start a civil war here, Faulkner.

You'd be responsible for slaughter and starvation of the likes of which

you've never imagined.

You'll be up to your eyes in blood...

and you'll die, Faulkner. All of ya. And all of us.

So I'm against you. And God's against you.

And if you'll excuse the blasphemy, we're tough sons of bitches, the both of us.

That sort of talk could get back to the Vatican, Father.

You shut your mouth!

Or I'll turn these people against you,

in spite of Limbani, I curse you from every hilltop.

Alright, that's enough! The decision's being made in there.

Alright.

I offer you a bargain, Faulkner.

About, oh 3 miles from here, through the bush.

There's a mine airstrip, with an old Dakota

sitting on it right now.

What did you say? A what?

A Dakota. It's alright, I've flown in it.

And there's nothing between it and us, but a deserted village.

I'll lead you there myself.

You've still got time to get Limbani out of here and leave us in peace.

Well, Mr President.

If they stand and fight now, they will die,

and they know it.

But they were willing?

I can't do that, Mr Faulkner.

I can't, do you understand?

I told them to bear their pain and wait

and be ready for Limbani's return.

And they agreed.

- Without understanding why. - Alright, sir.

You rest here. We're gonna get you out.

- Jesse. You got your bargain. - Praise God.

Praise Limbani. Now show us where that aeroplane is.

Shawn, take 4 men and check it out then let me know.

- We'll be following. - Alright, Allen.

- Sandy? - Sir? - Get the men out and ready to move.

We can't take the vehicles.

Sir! Right, come on all of you, come on at the double.

You've made the right decision, Allen.

Limbani made it, I didn't.

Well he can't save his country from here,

now the question is, what'll we do with him once we get him out?

Who knows? We may be back again this way for another contract.

You never quit, do you?

If I did, I wouldn't have a future, would I? Also...

don't laugh, but, that er...

- that man in there... He er.. - I know, I know, he got to you, right?

Yes.

There you are, boys.

There she is, over there.

Good afternoon.

- Are you gonna fly this thing, or am I? - What?

Keep moving.

We made it on time, Colonel.

Yes, they could be anywhere. We'll have to go ahead.

Rafer, you're the rear-guard. Take 3 men, keep close to us.

Jesse, take point and go like hell.

- Sandy, take care of Mr Limbani. - Yes, sir.

- Sandy. When there's no one around you can call me Allen. - Yes, sir. I will, sir.

Shawn. I think they've spotted us, don't call back and

don't start up until we get there. I want it quiet. Out.

Father, I think you should get on your ass and vacate the premises.

You're likely to get your sainthood shot off.

I'll do that.

Good luck to you, Godless murderers.

Well that's one of the most moving benedictions I ever heard.

A Merry Christmas to you, Father.

What's left of it.

- Sandy? - Sir? - There's your killing ground.

Take Tosh and 4 other men and set up a field of fire.

Rafer and I will go deep around and take them in the flank.

We're losing light. I'd hate to try and take this wreck off the ground in the dark.

Shall we try and find them, sir, and lead them in?

No! We don't know where they're coming from.

Derek, you stay with me. - Sir! Jock, take the Vickers and set it up this end of the village. - Sir.

Quincy, get here, come on, let's get the vickers out of here. Come on, move.

Ok. Set it up here.

We're dead.

Esposito, you're not dead until I TELL you you're dead, understand? - Sir!

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Fire fire fire fire!

Let's get em!

Keep moving!

Let's go!

Hold it! They're ours, too.

- Jesse? - Sir?

Get Mr Limbani on the plane first. The others follow and cover. - Yes, sir!

We have to wait for Sandy and his group if they get through.

Rafer, Jock, set up cover on the edge of the airstrip, move.

- Is Mr Limbani alright, Daniel? - He's ok, sir!

Move!

Come on, Allen!

Move your bloody arses!

As quick as you can. Get in!

- It's moving! - Get down! He's trying to get closer.

- Hit 'em with the bazooka! - Sir!

Ready!

Let's go!

Get up to that vickers, fast. Come on move, move, move.

Sandy, go!

Cover us halfway. When we hit the ground, start running, we'll cover you.

Run like hell, we're running out of ammo.

ALLEN!

Sandy! Sandy!

- Leave him, he's dead. - Yes, sir.

Come on.

Rafer! Come on! Come on!

Come on, Rafer!

Shawn, stop the bloody plane.

I can't, if we don't get off on the first run, we've had it.

Go!

Rafer, come on!

Hold on, Rafer.

- Hold on. - Allen!

Rafer.

No!

Allen, Allen. Kill me! For God's sakes, kill me!

No, no. I can't! I can't!

Stop the plane!

Emile! Emile!

Where to?

South... Rhodesia.

That's 800 miles, I don't think we have the fuel.

We better have it, there's no other place to go.

Shawn... I killed Rafer.

Simbas would've cut him up into small pieces.

Allen, go and see how the men are.

There are 13 of us left alive.

Tell them to jettison everything that's not nailed down. Everything! Do it. Allen. - Sir. Mr Limbani's getting worse, sir.

It was a very good try, Mr Faulkner.

It's not over, just hang on, sir. Don't give up now.

Colonel. About Mr Janders...

There was nothing else to do.

- How's Jock? - He's dead, sir. - Dead?

Why? What was it for, sir?

I don't know.

Alright.

We have to get rid of everything on board.

That includes old Jock. See to it, Tosh.

Yes, sir.

Gennaro, get his legs.

How's the fuel?

Bad... we're on auxiliary tanks.

Salisbury control, 9 Quebec November X-Ray Alpha

on 6603.

Do you read? Over?

Come in 9 Quebec November X-Ray Alpha.

This is Salisbury, reading you at strength 2 go ahead, over.

We are a mercenary unit, departing Kalima. 7 wounded on board.

Urgently request permission to land, Kariba.

If they refuse, keep on talking.

X-Ray Alpha, stand-by.

Mr Limbani? Mr Limbani? Sir? We're going to need positive proof that you're on board.

Write this down.

Give me a pencil, somebody.

November X-ray Alpha, this is Salisbury Control. Allen!

Reading you at strength 4, over.

Permission to land denied. Do not cross our borders under any circumstances.

Well for Christ's sakes man, we have wounded on board, we can sort it out later, over.

I repeat, do not attempt to cross our borders.

Our air force is alerted.

Give me that thing. - Our air force is alerted. We'll be forced to shoot you down.

Salisbury... X-ray Alpha.

Now you listen. We have Julius Limbani aboard and he's alive.

Now write this down and get it to the highest official you can find.

Allen, look at the starboard fuel gauge.

Mr Limbani said there was a secret meeting in July of 1960

on the now Zambian-Zaire border

concerning federal intervention in the Congo crisis.

Present at the meeting were the following:

Mr Julius Limbani himself...

Brace yourselves, we're only on one engine.

The man is dead, Mr Faulkner.

Now only the spirit remains.

November X-ray Alpha, this is Salisbury. You're cleared to land at Kariba,

the people have been asked to turn the lights on.

You'll see them as you come over the lake. Good luck to you.

Thank you, Salisbury. Allen...

I heard.

Limbani's dead.

OK, thanks.

Goodbye, have a good trip. Bye.

Will there be anything else this evening, sir?

Oh no, no thank you.

- Good night, sir. - Good night.

Yes, what is it, Andrew?

There will be something more tonight, Sir Edward.

Go ahead and make your move.

That will be mate in two. I'd like to see you get yourself out of that.

But that's for another time.

There are 6 servants in the house.

I thought at least ten. How do you make do?

What do you want, Faulkner?

You're a very bad conversationalist!

Oh, please forgive me me, I've had a rather tiresome evening.

I heard, I was in the drawing room.

I know you're dying for me to ask. How did you get in here?

I took a crash course in how to trip burglar alarm wires.

You're not very safe here.

And I'm sure you're dying to know how I got out of Rhodesia back into England?

Oh, I am, indeed.

Well, if I went into details, we'd be here all night.

Let's just say it wasn't easy.

No, I'm sure it wasn't.

You are a remarkable man, Faulkner.

I have contracts out on you everywhere.

When I have time I'm going to grow a moustache and buy myself a pair of dark glasses.

In the meantime, I have my own contract to worry about.

- On me? - That's why I'm here.

Perhaps we can make an arrangement.

Yes, we can.

You owe me a great deal of money.

Also there are 11 other men still living.

I haven't even counted the widows and orphans yet.

Let's have a look what's in your safe.

After you. And very quietly.

I've turned off the alarm in the frame. Open it.

All the money in the case.

- I see you came prepared. - Yes.

Dollars, very good.

My heavens, thousand dollar bills.

I wager the U.S. treasury wonders where all that went to.

Now tell me about the arrangement.

Now.

There's 500,000 dollars there.

About half of what I owe you.

Now. I'll lift all the contracts on you

and pay the other half in cash, wherever you choose.

- And I trust you? - You do.

And naturally, I don't kill you?

Correct.

You know I... had a speech prepared for you.

I'd been rehearsing it for 3 months. It was pretty good as a matter of a fact.

All about the betrayals and dead friends. A kind of passionate requiem.

And naturally, what a filthy cold-blooded monster you are, etc... etc.

That part was very eloquent.

It even went into the philosophical implications

of the relationship between a mercenary and his employer.

You would have been impressed.

But right now, face to face with you.

I don't want to go through all that.

You see, I don't mind taking money from you.

But having you offer me money for your life with

of all those bodies littering Africa

is actually degrading.

So I turn down your arrangements.

I see...

Well... I suppose you'd better kill me.

You're a remarkable man, too, Sir Edward.

So I suppose I better had.

Now wait a minute!

Wait...

Do I have to ask how it went?

No!

I thought not.

Throw the ball back, Emile.

Let's talk about your Father.