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Oh, my God.

Oh, gorgeous.

Did somebody die or something?

Vamonos, amigo.
We got a boat to catch.

I am not going with you, señor.

Uh...

I paid for a truck and a driver.

- That's you. Let's go.
- No, señor.

- Why not?
- El gato fantasama.

The ghost cat.

A long time ago,
my people thought he was a white devil.

To protect their villages,
they gave him human sacrifices.

Fed him human flesh
until this was all he would eat.

The old one's say
he's still a ghost in the jungle

hunting down men, women,
and children and eating them alive.

Diego, Diego, Diego.

I don't know much about
your myths and legends,

but she is a white jag,
she's one of a kind,

she's worth a million bucks,
and she is not, repeat, not a man-eater.

She's a house on Pine Lake.

So, how much more do you want?

It's not the money.

It is to me.

Señor Frank, your bird!

That thing is not my bird.

Hey! Are you kidding me, man?!

Get out of there!

All right, Diego,
you wanna stay, stay.

But do me a favor.

Why don't you just get your kids
some damn shoes?

- What about your truck?
- I have a friend in Santana.

He'll meet you at the dock in Felipe
and drive it back to the village.

Follow the map.

Looks like Long Beach.

You're in danger, señor Frank.

Then I know it's Long Beach.

All right.

Enjoy your cruise, señor!

Can't go to Puerto Rico.

If I lose a day,
I lose my trucks in Mexico.

You can use the ship's radio
to make other plans.

- What if I can't make other plans?
- Well, then, you will do what you must.

You're looking at a lawsuit, Leo.

You're looking at a big, fat lawsuit.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I hear you, Frank.

You're an American.

Of course I'm looking at a law suit.

Take it easy with my cat!

What do you think of that?

- What is it?
- White jag.

350, maybe 400 pounds.

She's one in a million.

She's not happy.

She doesn't like people.

Just like you, Frank.

You guys sure you're in the right place?

Oh, I get it...
silent but deadly, huh?

Hey, who the fuck are you guys?

U.S. Marshals.

It's so nice to see American faces.
So where you all from?

You need to keep quiet,
you scumbag piece of shit.

From Virginia, huh?

You were born there and then
you moved out West, am I right?

- I'm very good with accents.
- I said shut the hell up.

You need to relax.

Oh, hey.
Good morning to you.

How 'bout you and I,
we go meet up at the polo lounge

for a cocktail, say around 5:00?
Does that sound good?

Just don't tell your boyfriend about it.

It's gonna be a nice day
once the clouds burn off, don't you think?

Yeah, sure.
See you on the main deck.

We can buddy up
for the shuffleboard tournament.

I'd really like that.

That would be great.

All crew members to their stations.

Harrison and Barnett,
bridge and communications.

You seem like
a really wound-up kind of guy.

- You ever tried meditation?
- Don't talk.

- Am I right?
- Don't talk.

Richard Loffler,
my name is Paul Freed.

I'm a United States attorney.

You are under arrest for the murder of
Undersecretary William Woodington...

...and for crimes against humanity

in Lucanamarca, Chinchero,

Santo Tomas, Lircay, Chilca,

Juancas, and La Oroya.

That was my favorite one.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say may be used
as evidence against you

in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford an attorney,
one will be appointed for you

prior to any questioning
if you so desire.

Do you understand these rights
as I have described them to you?

Paul, can you get me a Coke
with some extra ice?

Be a sweetie, huh?

- Cubed or crushed?
- Crushed.

This is Dr. Ellen Taylor.

She's a neurologist and a lieutenant
in the United States Navy.

- She'll be monitoring your condition.
- Wow.

I'm not armed.

Seizures can happen without warning.
Call me immediately.

Be ready to describe
his physical symptoms in detail.

My radio will be on
24 hours a day.

Thank you.

Stand up, please.

It's so nice to see you again, Dr. Ellen.

Hmm?

Dr. Ellen,
can you make sure to tell me

when the appropriate time is for me
to turn my head and cough?

Maybe next time.

I'd like that.

Prepare the engines
for departure, Mr. Scuddy.

Make sure the fuel filters are clean
and set for full power, Jerome.

Let's get out of here.

Rice.

Yeah, whatever.

More, more.

- Corn.
- Okay.

- Pan. Get a pan.
- No, no.

Hey, calm down!

I never did get my Coke.

Mm-mm.

I really hope I can
repay the favor someday.

Whatever, asshole.

Captain Morales tells us you hunt
animals for zoos, Mr. Walsh.

I hunt animals for myself.

I sell them to zoos.

My father was on the board of
the San Diego Zoo for many years.

That's nice.

Hey, is it just me
or is anybody else here wondering

who this asshole is
and what he's doing on this ship?

- I'm afraid that's classified.
- Well, perhaps you should classify this.

All right? We're on a ship, pal.

We have a right to know something.

Well, his name is Richard Loffler.

He was the lead assassin
for the Sword of God.

Espada de Dios.

Violent terrorist army in Peru.

- Is he American?
- Marine Commando.

Overseas Special Forces.

Navy pulled him back
for psychiatric counseling.

But the NSA liked what they saw.
Made him a counterterrorist.

NSA tried to pull him out.
They couldn't get him.

He escaped to Brazil.
Some locals picked him up.

Why didn't they just shoot his ass
when they caught him?

- That's how they roll down there.
- Mm-hmm.

We asked them not to.

We want him to stand trial at home.

Tell us about the white cat,
Mr. Walsh.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Zoo outside of Madrid
wants a black jag.

75 grand.

- That's a whole lot of beans, Walsh.
- It ain't half bad, Scuddy.

So, what happened then, Frank?

Well, I'm in the jungle,
pick up a trail.

I know it's a jag,

and I figure they'll take it anyway,
even if it has spots.

And then...

she steps out into the sun,

and she's snow fucking white.

Well, I'm sure the zoo
will be happy.

No, well, you see, Doc, once again,
the zoo made a deal for a black jag.

Nobody's ever seen
a white one before.

Well, then, wouldn't it make more sense
to take her to a preserve

that specializes
in endangered species?

I don't think so.

I think this one's going
to the highest bidder.

Why don't you just fly his ass back?

When he was in the service,
he developed arteriovenous malformation

on the left side of his brain.

Any change in atmospheric pressure
could cause it to rupture.

He might not survive.

Yeah, but we're not flying,
so what are you doing here?

He was in the Andes.
Now he's at sea level.

It's not as severe an altitude change,
but he still needs to be monitored.

So, unfortunately,
a boat was our only option.

So you chose this beat-to-shit Mexican
tramper at 5:00 in the morning?

- No offense, Leo.
- Hey, none taken.

Brazilians only gave us six hours
to pick him up at the dock,

otherwise,
he was going missing.

Wow.

I just spent ten months
in the jungle,

and this all smells like cat shit to me.

Well, we're not the only ones
who have to eat on this shit bucket.

- Good night.
- Later.

Night.

He always like that?

You never quite get used to it.

Is she really a man-eater?

Tigers and polar bears
are the only animals

that'll hunt down a man
and eat 'em.

Big, white, but she's a jag.

She's no man-eater.

- He's smiling at me.
- It's not a "he."

She's not smiling.
It's a threat display.

She's warning you
not to mess with her baby.

Or what?

She'll tear the skin
right off your body with her teeth

and rip the flesh
right off your bones.

- How do you catch them?
- I watch them for a week,

got to know their habits,

built a blind,

dip my darts in curare,

took 'em with my blowpipe.

- What's curare?
- It's a paste made from plants.

Works like a drug.

30 seconds after the darts hit them,
they go limp, fall into my net,

paralyzed but still conscious.

- That's cheating.
- Hey.

It's not how you play the game,
it's whether or not you win.

How come that one's
not in a cage?

Well, you see, Rafe,

I'm in this beat-to-shit bar
on the edge of the jungle...

People tell me that the Aussie
that owned the parrot died,

and I make the mistake of feeding it,

and now I can't get rid
of the goddamn thing.

Does he talk?

What's a cat say?

- What time is it?
- Time to go.

- What do you think of this?
- Stick 'em up. Stick 'em up.

He doesn't like guns.

- He's smart.
- Yeah.

A regular Einstein.

- What's its name?
- I don't know.

- You should name him.
- Hell no.

As soon as you name it,
it's yours for life.

- You don't like him much, do you?
- Not much.

Do you like me?

A little less than the parrot.

Jerome, he got in trouble
with some assholes in Kingston.

Killed one of 'em with a tire iron.

Goddamn self-defense is what it was.

But not gonna find a white man
in Jamaica who'd believe him.

- Mm-mm.
- So I hid him on the ship.

- Been together ever since.
- To Scuddy.

Damn straight.

And my old man,

a mechanic from
Long Beach, California,

tells me I'll never amount
to a puddle of piss

because I didn't become
a mechanic like him.

Well, you can tell your old man
to kiss your ass, Walsh.

Well, now he can visit me

at the new house
I'm gonna buy on Pine Lake

and watch...
that's watch, not participate...

me go fishing every day
for the rest of my life.

Except for the days
I don't feel like fishing.

And then he can sit on my porch
and look up at me on my hammock

and watch me drink
26-year-old bourbon

and smoke Cuban cigars,
because, Scuddy,

I have hit the motherlode.

- Wow.
- To the motherlode!

Did you see the musculature on that cat?

Yeah. God, she's a beaut.

Eh, what's up, Doc?

Monitoring him every four hours.

I worked at the San Diego Zoo.

Great pandas.

Who's your father?

Harry Taylor.

Ah. The admiral?

Didn't they name
a boat after him?

Nuclear submarine. Yeah.

How... how long
were you in San Diego?

Too long.
Couldn't stand my boss.

Ten years and eight zoos later,

I started hunting
and became my own boss.

Mm. Eight zoos in ten years.

I'd say you have a problem
with authority, Mr. Walsh.

Yo,
I think Freed's hitting on Dr. Taylor.

Can't blame him.

She looks damn fine
in that uniform.

- I'd hit it.
- Like I'm blind, pretty boy?

I'd hit that, too.

- Eat it up, Loffler.
- Come on, shovel it down.

It's not like we're meeting
at a 7-Eleven.

Coast Guard won't be expecting us
in San Juan at precisely 6:30.

There's always some leeway.

I don't give a shit
what their team does.

My team's gonna be exactly
where it's supposed to be

and exactly when
it's supposed to be there, right?

You've been on my ship
for two days, Mr. Ringer.

And I must say,
you're a difficult man to like.

You don't have to like me, Morales.

Hell, you don't even got to respect me.

But for your safety
and the safety of everyone onboard,

you have to obey me
until I get Loffler off this ship.

Got it?

What's wrong, Loffler?

Hey, Loffler,
quick fucking around, man.

You want to give us a show?
Polly want a cracker?

Hey, Loffler, quit fucking around.

Loffler!

- Hey!
- He's having a seizure.

Call the doctor. Call the doctor.

Dr. Taylor,
Loffler's having a seizure.

- I repeat, Loffler's having a seizure.
- When did it start?

- 15-20 seconds ago.
- Is he breathing?

- Breathe, man, breathe.
- I can't tell.

Get in the cage, put a depressor
in his mouth, and don't let him choke.

I'm on my way.

Pop that gate, Prettyman.
I'm going in.

- Give me the gun, give me the gun.
- Lock it up behind me.

Come on. Come on.

- Breathe. Loffler, breathe.
- Open your mouth, man!

- His jaw's locked.
- Loffler, open your mouth!

I got it. Come on.

Hey!

Open your goddamn mouth!

Motherfucker, open your mouth!

Shoot him! Shoot him!

- Screw that! I'm coming in!
- Shoot him!

- Let him go!
- Shoot the fucker!

Open his mouth!

Open your mouth!
Motherfucker, let him go!

What's happening? Miller!

- Prettyman?
- Please...

Miller! Miller!

Holy shit.

One's a United States Marshall.
The other's a government's attorney.

We don't want them looking to make trouble
just because they don't like you, Frank,

which they don't.

We don't want them asking
unnecessary questions.

We don't want them
sticking their noses in my paperwork.

Is he armed?

Two M4s. Two 9-mills. Extra clips.

He's armed.
And he's got a radio.

So we start on channel nine.
15 minutes we go up two channels.

15 more, we go back three.
Two up, three back, every 15 minutes.

- Got it?
- Copy.

- Copy.
- Mr. Ringer,

come to the radio room immediately.

- Government wants him alive.
- You're free to join us.

- Is there another radio?
- There's a handset.

- Not anymore.
- Loffler, he must've taken it.

Can't call the Coast Guard without it.

Is there any section of the ship
we can seal off?

Yeah, the upper on the first hold.

I want everybody in that hold
in ten minutes.

Mr. Freed, Dr. Taylor,
Mr. Walsh, the crew.

Morales, I want you in there
with your son.

Someone needs to steer the ship.

Your first-mate.

Barnett, I want you on the bridge
with him... restricted entry.

Sir.

When everybody is safe,
we're gonna turn this ship upside down.

- Let's go.
- I'm not going anywhere

until I feed my animals.

- You'll go wherever I tell you.
- I'm not...

- Frank.
- ...going anywhere

until I feed my animals.

- Frank!
- They haven't eaten in 12 hours.

- Frank, do they have any water?
- Sure, but who knows how long

it's gonna take this asshole
to catch that asshole?

This is my ship now, Walsh.

And until Loffler is back in his cell,
you'll plant yourself in the first hold,

or I'll arrest you for mutiny.

And any other damn thing
I can dig up.

Let's go, Morales.

Harrison, take the cook to the galley.

Lock yourselves inside
and get these people some food.

Got it.
You, come on, let's go.

- Delgado.
- Hmm?

The man that we're looking for
is a mercenary assassin.

A professional killer.

He's armed,

and he's the most dangerous son of a bitch
you'll ever get this close to.

Now, I'm responsible
for all the lives in this hold.

So, until the situation returns to normal,
you'll stay right here.

You'll be safe if you stay put.

You better say it again
in Spanish, Coach.

- I don't think the team is with you.
- Shut up, Walsh.

- How long will this take, Mr. Ringer?
- Not long.

There's only so many places
he can hide.

Who says he's gonna hide?

Wait, Delgado.
God damn it.

God damn it.

Shit.

Ringer.

Ringer, come in.

- Ringer, come in.
- What the hell is it?

The monkeys,
freaking monkeys in the galley.

Shit.

- Freed.
- What's up?

Walsh, your damn monkeys got out.
They're in the galley.

They didn't "get out."
Someone let them out.

- Loffler.
- Yeah, no shit.

Mr. Freed,
no one else leaves this hold.

Walsh, I move, you move.
My fucking shadow.

Give it to me.

Harrison, this is Walsh.
Are there any babies in there?

Tell him not to touch the baby.

Over here!

I need this open now!

- Find the locks.
- Shelton, get on this side.

- Delgado!
- Come on!

- Open this! A switch or something!
- Delgado!

- There's nothing!
- Come on, guys!

- Damn it, Walsh!
- God damn it.

Walsh, I gave you a direct order.

I don't take orders, Ringer.

Not since the Army.

- Where'd you serve, Frank?
- Loffler, this is Ringer.

Come on, Frank,
tell me what you served.

Loffler.

82nd Airborne. Fort Bragg.

Shut the hell up, Walsh.
Get off the damn radio.

You a pilot?

- Mechanic.
- How long?

Four years. In and out.

I made a career of it.

Trained me to kill,
and that's what I did.

And then one day they just said,

"Your business in South America
has concluded."

I said, "It's not business.
This is personal."

They said,
"Well, that's an order.

Now you be a good soldier
and you come home."

You know, what, Frank?

I'm not a good soldier.

So, what do you say, Frank?

Still up for shuffleboard?

I'd sure love
to buddy up with you, pal.

Loffler, damn it!

Maybe later, asshole.

Everybody change channels.

Mr. Scuddy.

Mr. Scuddy.

Scuddy!

I'm still here, Ringer,
and that's a goddamn problem.

These engines won't run themselves.

I don't get down there soon,
this goddamn ship's gonna stop

in the middle of the goddamn ocean.

Won't be any Coast Guard
rendezvous in San Juan.

Go keep those engines running.

Take a radio, Scuddy,
and switch channels!

Harrison will meet you there.

Okay, we'll start in the deckhouse.

- Me and Vasquez will move aft.
- Yes, sir.

Forrest, you and Shelton move forward.

I want Loffler alive, gentlemen.

- And watch your backs.
- Let's move.

Huh?

Jesus fucking Christ.

- Scuddy, are you there?
- What do you want, Walsh?

Loffler let most of the animals out,
and he took two of the snakes.

I bagged them,
and the bags are gone.

If he lets them loose, they'll find
the hottest, most humid place.

- How many are there?
- I just told you, two of them.

Well, if we see 'em,
we'll get 'em for you.

No, no.
If you see them, you call me.

You don't go anywhere near them.

You tell Jerome,
don't go anywhere near the snakes.

They're venomous as hell.

And you brought
the anti-venom, of course.

Yeah, I would've, Doc,
except the pharmacy was closed.

Do you have any idea

how irresponsible it is
to put our lives at risk?

Be sure and mention that
to Loffler when I see him.

- That's not what I mean.
- You know, people like you,

I never know what you mean.

What about the cat, Walsh?

I've got to catch him
before he gets to the tapirs.

- I assume he likes to eat them.
- Yes, she likes to eat them.

They're her goddamn favorite food.

How are you gonna catch him, Walsh?

I put a tracking collar on her.

- Will it work on the ship?
- I don't know.

It's the first time I've used it.

It works. Walsh out.

Ringer, pick up.

Where the hell are you,
Walsh, and where's the cat?

Just saw in the deckhouse.
Now listen to me.

- There's no water on this ship.
- What?

I said there's no water
anywhere on this ship.

Are you sure?

I know how a fucking faucet works,
you federal clown.

Morales,
where are the water faucets?

Near the engine room.

- Meet me there. Be damn careful.
- Got it.

Rafe, you stay with Dr. Taylor, okay?

Rafe...

Excuse me, sir.
Are you the engineer?

Since the goddamn
Merchant Marines.

So you served, huh?

Hell yeah.

I served.

Hauling cargo, troops, 10,000 miles
across the Pacific to Vietnam.

- Wow.
- Damn right I served.

- Hmm.
- Who are you?

- Oh, Prettyman.
- They sent you instead of Harrison?

No. No.

- Well, Loffler ain't here.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Excuse me, sir.
Are we still on course here?

- Damn straight.
- Yeah.

Drop that asshole and you sons of bitches
on a dock in Puerto Rico,

and then we push off to Mexico.

So you run all of these engines
all by yourself?

- Well, me and Jerome.
- Jerome?

Yeah. Jerome, step up!

Let's meet Jerome.

Hey, Jerome.

Hey there.

So, tell me, is there a backup bridge
on this old freighter?

Oh, yeah.
Steering gear rooms.

Bottom of the ship all the way aft.

- Thanks.
- What the hell would that have to do...

What?

Switch gear panel.

- Where the hell did he go?
- Who?

- Prettyman. He was just here.
- Shit.

Prettyman's dead.

There's no water
anywhere on the ship.

- No drinking water.
- Bullshit. I filled the tanks myself.

I checked them. Come on.

Shit.

- Jesus.
- Oh, man.

My God.

- Can you fix them?
- There's nothing left of the damn things.

Jerome,
fill every bottle you can find.

And... Ow! Ow! Jesus!

Walsh, one of your snakes
just bit Morales.

Walsh, come in.

Walsh!

The cat! Oh, shit.

Oh, fuck. Christ, Shelton.
Stay with me, man.

Oh, Jesus.

Which way did it go?

It went out the door.
It went out the door!

Shelton, it's okay, man.
Shelton, stay with me, buddy.

It's okay.

I'm with you. It's okay.

Freed, open the damn door!

All right, guys, in here.

Help pressure on that leg.
All right, guys, move him over here.

I got a table.
Rafe, get a life vest.

Loffler? Was it Loffler?

- God damn it.
- Over here.

All right, guys, over here.

Mr. Ringer, is Loffler still alive?

These guy's killed three of my men.
Fuck taking him alive.

You take this sick motherfucker,

give him the best military training
money can buy,

turn him loose
on a general population,

you think you can just yank his leash
and bring him back?

Our tax dollars at work,
you federal retards.

I can help, Mr. Ringer.
I can help.

I'm in the Nation Guard back home.
Let me help.

Could you kill someone,
Freed, huh?

Line 'em up in your scope,
pull the trigger?

'Cause for now on,
we shoot Loffler on sight.

You're with Forrest.
Vasquez, you're with me.

Watch each other's backs.

And if you see Loffler,
put a bullet in him.

Let's go.

And the same goes for the cat.

You hear me, Walsh?
Your cat is dead.

You kill my cat,
I'll blow your head off.

Son of a bitch.

Okay? Okay, look at me.

You stay with your papi, okay?

- What type of snake?
- It's a bushmaster.

It's a hemolytic venom.

Affects the blood and the organs.
200,000 "mice" points.

Serious tissue damage.

He needs medication.

Have you got any IV fluids
or morphine?

In my cabin. Okay.

I'll be right back.

- Wait. My cabin's this way.
- 100,000 grand is that way.

- What about Morales?
- He's a dead man.

- He needs medication.
- I said that for Rafe.

Even with the anti-venom,
he'd only have 20% chance.

We have to try.
I'm not asking you to be a saint.

Just a good man.

Let's get something
nice and sparkling clear.

If there is a good man out there
somewhere, it's not me.

And I don't have a problem
with that, okay?

Are you coming or not?

You know what my father would say?

He'd say, "Mr. Walsh,
you're worse than an animal.

Not worth saving."

- You got any brothers?
- Only child.

- I'm sure you were the perfect son.
- I'm positive you weren't.

Thanks.

Freed, Forrest, anything?

Nothing yet.

- Barnett.
- All clear.

Rafe...

Rafe...

Huh.

What the hell?

- What's wrong?
- Goddamn ship's turning around.

Ringer! Ringer!

- What do you want, Scuddy?
- Somebody turned the goddamn ship around.

How in the hell would you know that?

I've been at sea 60 years,
you shit-for-brains moron.

Barnett.

Barnett!

Ringer, boat deck portside,
lifeboat's missing.

Checking the bridge,
then I'm on my way.

Barnett, come in!

Rafe, wait.
Where are you going?

Rafe, come back!

- Stick 'em up.
- Hey.

Stick 'em up.

It's holstered, Einstein.
You want a drink or not?

Uh-oh.

Time for shuffleboard, Frank.

- I hate shuffleboard.
- Me, too.

- Doing a little homework?
- Huh, little geography.

- Come on, Frank, it's due tomorrow.
- You're gonna have to blame the dog.

Now move your ass
back into that hole.

Move.

Got a real nice cage for you.

That's it. Keep going. Go.

So, where we going, hmm?

Keep going.

Keep moving back.

There you go.

Come on.

Go. Keep going.
That's your cage back there.

Frank, my father.

Rafe, go back to the safe...

Back up. Back up.

Frank...

She's beautiful, Frank.

Must be worth a small fortune.

- Don't speak.
- I know I'm stating the obvious here,

but you only have one dart.

- Frank, I'm scared.
- Don't move.

- Shoot the cat, Frank.
- Frank...

There's no time to think.

Shoot the cat.

- You all right?
- Yeah. Thanks.

Come on.

Loffler destroyed the bridge.
Barnett and the first-mate are dead.

- And we're missing a lifeboat.
- Had to be him.

No, had to be somebody else.
We just saw Loffler below deck.

It was the crew.
They wanted me to go with them.

- Scuddy.
- What do you want, Ringer?

Is there another way
to steer this thing?

Steering gear room.
Bottom of the ship.

Loffler asked the same question.

Damn it.

What are you doing?

What the fuck are you doing?!

- You just had to trap us all here.
- No one else is leaving this ship.

Now take that kid
back to the safehold.

Come on, Rafe.
Let's get away from these clowns.

Forrest,
you and Freed find Loffler.

- What are you gonna do?
- Turn this boat back around.

Come on, Freed.

Loffler! God damn it.

- Where the hell are we going?
- It doesn't matter.

Gonna make sure this motherfucker's dead
by the time we get there.

Hey.

Is there any other way
off the ship?

The Switlik.
Inflatable lifeboat.

- Where?
- It's in a bedroom.

Somewhere in the deckhouse.

Are you gonna help us
get off the ship or no?

White jag comes along once in a lifetime,
if it ever does.

We find the Switlik,
you can come back for her later.

No, I can't.
Even if Loffler doesn't kill it,

I don't have the permits
for any of these animals.

You smuggled them
out of the country illegally?

You are a first-class prick.

Yeah, yeah, I know.
I'm worse than an animal.

- Not worth saving.
- Oh, no, no, trust me.

- Blah, blah, blah.
- There is nothing about you worth saving.

You're arrogant. Selfish.

Disrespectful. Dishonest!

Everything I was taught
and trained not to be.

- You make me...
- I make your heart beat.

- You're delusional.
- I'm the guy you can't take home

to the admiral.

- Where are you going?
- The Switlik.

Thing's huge.
I'll have to get Jerome to help me.

- How do we know you'll come back for us?
- You don't.

He'll come back.

Lock the door.

Keep an eye out for that
sasquatch motherfucker.

I'll split off that way.
Let me know if you find it.

Where's my navigation chart, Frank?

You see?

When you enjoy it this much,
it's not business, Frank.

It's personal.

Walsh.

Walsh, come in.

Ringer.

Freed.

Are you there?

Paul, what have you done?

I need you alive.

Let's chat about it.

Walsh, are you there?

Freed...

Someone...

They could all be dead.

Just us and Loffler now.

We need the Coast Guard.

Now them, we run from.

Not for long.

Uh-oh.

Where's my navigation chart, Frank?

- Going somewhere?
- Yeah. Granada.

I'm gonna jump in that lifeboat
and I'm just gonna disappear.

Good luck with that.

You know what, Frank?
I don't need luck.

What I do need...

What I need is my chart.

Well, where is it, Frank, hmm?

Where is it? Where is it?

A few degrees off and you'll end up
in the U.S. Virgin Islands, fucker.

Where is my chart?

We're going around in circles
until the Coast Guard catches you.

I will kill you, Frank.

You can't kill me, asshole.

You know, Frank...

those are some beautiful birds
you got there.

What do you get for them, huh?

Stop it!

Fuck! Shit! Loffler!

- Where's my chart, Frank?
- Loffler, stop it, goddamn you!

When I run out of birds,
I'm just gonna shoot the boy, Frank.

Stop! All right! All right!

It's in my cabin.
Third room on the bow side.

You do have a heart, Frank.

Good to know.

- It better be where you say it is.
- It's there.

Shit.

How long to turn them back on?

Prettyman.
I had a feeling you might show up.

How long?

Well, I gotta crack the lines
and bleed the air out.

That's about 45 minutes per diesel.

Then I gotta change the filters,
refill the tanks.

That's about 30 minutes per.
I gotta crank them over...

I'm pretty sure you can
do it faster than that.

Huh?

What do you think?

Come on, Jerome!
Fuck him up!

Scuddy, run!

- Come on.
- Come on, Jerome!

Go!

- Walsh?
- Freed?

- You okay? I heard gunshots.
- Yeah. Get me out.

Where's Loffler?
What the hell happened here?

- Just get me the fuck out.
- Yeah.

- It's locked.
- Shoot the damn thing.

Don't you watch TV?

Walsh, come on.

Loffler's not gonna wait.

- He'll die if we leave him here.
- He'll die if we take him.

We'll all die
if we don't stop talking about it.

You have to tell Rafe.

How you doing?

We have to go.
You too, pal.

You wanna just take a minute
and say good-bye to him?

Walsh.

I'll take that.

All right,
let's go and get that lifeboat.

Rafe...

Rafe. Rafe.

Rafe, grab a life jacket.

Up.

Oh, shit.

Run, Rafe!

I lost the gun.

Hey, who shot the lifeboat?

My bet is it's Ringer, am I right?

Hey, Frank,
thank you for finding the Switlik.

I appreciate that.
Kid, get the gun.

He's got Rafe.

That's it.

Now, this goes without saying,

but if anybody shoots at me
while I'm in the Switlik,

I'm gonna put a bullet in this little
boy's head, you understand that?

- Do something.
- All right.

Hey, Paul?
Paul, where are you?

- Stay down.
- Okay.

Come on.
We gotta have a little chat.

Wait, wait.
Just give me a second.

Let the kid go.
I'll give you half the white cat.

No. You know what?

I'll keep the boy and,
uh, just gonna kill you, too.

Ellen, run!

Stay with us.

All right, come on. Hurry.

Shit.

Come on.

What the hell are we doing here?
He's got Rafe.

What are we doing here?
All right.

I need you to tell me
something right now.

- What the hell is going on with Freed?
- Freed?

- Yeah.
- I met him at the airport.

I have no idea
what the hell he's up to.

No.

Oh, what, you're doubting me?

I need you to stay here, pal.
Lock the door.

Don't open it for anyone.

Now where the hell are you going?

- I'm going hunting.
- It's about goddamn time.

- Now you can lock it.
- What are you doing?

I wanna help.

You can be the bait.

Bait?

Draw Loffler out
so I can get a clean shot.

Go downstairs,
make some noise, he'll find you.

Will you do it or not?

- How will I know where you are?
- You won't.

You'll have to trust that I'll be there
when the time comes.

You have to trust me.

- Walsh, I...
- Jesus, Ellen.

Just call me Frank.

Tell me you're a good man, Frank.

No. I'm no good.

But I can hunt.

This is United States Supervising
Deputy Marshal John Ringer of the Mimer

calling the Coast Guard.

This is Deputy Marshal Ringer,
do you copy? Over.

Stop moving!

This is Supervising Deputy
Marshal John Ringer

of the Mimer
calling the Coast Guard.

Do you copy?

Mimer,
this is the Coast Guard Cutter Valiant.

We're on our way to meet you in San Juan.
What is your status?

Our ship is disabled,

our prisoner is dead,

and we've suffered
all kinds of casualties here

and are in need of immediate
medical assistance.

What is your position?

14 degrees 20 minutes north.

68 degrees 55 minutes west.

But we don't have you
on our screens, Mimer.

What is your location?

16 degrees 31 minutes north.

66 degrees 43 minutes west.

We are three hours and 45 minutes
north-northwest of you.

Can you send a chopper?

Affirmative. Helo will saddle up
and arrive at the Mimer in one hour.

Repeat, helo will arrive in one hour.

Roger that.
I'll be waiting.

Oh, Valiant.

Could you please send
some food and some water

and throw it on that chopper?

Our galley's been compromised,

and we are all kinds
of hungry down here.

Will do, Mimer.

Ringer out.

I told you to stop moving.

Oh, we had a date.

Drinks in the polo lounge
if I'm not mistaken.

Come here.

All right, open it.

That's it.

Frank didn't send you
down here by yourself.

You tell me where he is

or I'll kill you right now.

Right behind you, motherfucker.

Don't do it, Walsh.

Freed, what the fuck?

Ease back on the string.

- Loffler puts the gun down first.
- Can't do that, Frank.

- You shoot, and I'll kill her.
- Shoot him.

- Ease back, Walsh. Do it now.
- Fuck you, Freed.

- You move, Loffler's dead.
- Yeah.

And then he'll kill you
and he'll kill Ellen.

And then he'll cover up
all his tracks.

- He's NSA, Frank.
- Put the bow down.

He had me fooled, too, Frank.

Until I saw him kill Forrest.

The NSA is in bed with
some pretty bad people, Frank.

He's lying.
He'll be arrested when he gets home.

- You said he was already arrested.
- He is.

He'll be convicted
of treason and murder

and punished
to the full extent of the law.

Yeah, they'll deprogram me
and then they'll kill me.

He belongs
to the United States government.

Not anymore.

I went to South America
to assassinate people for the NSA.

And I ended up moonlighting
for the President of Peru

- and the drug cartels.
- He's lying.

I got deep intel on all of them, Frank.
I could tie them all together.

Ease back, Walsh. Do it now.

How's the tension
on that bow, Frank?

- It's gotta be something.
- Put it down, Walsh!

- Frank, no.
- You ready to die?

'Cause he's a lot more
dangerous than I am.

- Give me the bow.
- It's only a matter of time...

- Walsh!
- ...before everybody dies!

Shoot!

Don't move.

Come here.

Pull it out.

Move.

Frank, are you listening?

I got your friends down here.

They're alive.

As long as you cooperate,
they'll stay that way.

- Come in, Frank.
- What do you want?

Get on with it, buddy, huh?

Just come down to the engine room,

and then maybe I'll let, uh,
Rafe and Ellen live,

but, uh, but you've gotta die.

I got a better idea.

- What's that?
- You come here.

And I'll kick your fucking ass.

All right, Frank.
Where are you?

You know,
I really hate good-byes, Ellen.

I really, really do.

But...

I got you a little gift. Huh.

You know, this is just gonna help you
remember what could've been.

Hmm?

Enjoy.

Guess who's here, Frank.

Let's not drag this out.

My ride's almost here.

Still alive, Frank?

'Cause I'd really love
to kick your ass.

What was on the dart, Frank?

Curare.

Doesn't seem to be working.

Huh?

Come on, Frankie boy.

- It's the curare.
- I know.

That's how it works.

Come on.

You can hit a little harder
than that, pussy.

That all you got?

I can't seem to feel my legs.

I can't seem to give a shit.

Hey.

Listen.

You wanna know... you wanna know
what I just love about curare?

Even though you can't move,
you'll still be conscious.

You'll still be aware.

And that's important.

Because you're about to enjoy dinner

with a friend of mine.

And I would appreciate it

if you were nice to her.

Frank, I stole a lot of money.

How much do you want?

No, Loffler.

This isn't business.

- This is personal.
- Frank!

Frank!

Frank.

No, don't... don't move.
Don't move.

Stay still.

Thank you.

Rafe, todo bien?

- Thanks for saving Rafe.
- It was the least I could do, Leo.

I left you for dead.

Rafe, take care of your old man.

Careful with that wrench, son.
Don't strip the threads.

Got enough god damn diesel
everywhere as it is.

Flip that generator switch.

Goddamn, sailor...

They're gonna send me
Loffler's dental records.

There's no other way
to identify him.

Dangerous cat you've got there,
Mr. Walsh.

She, uh...

she's a real man-eater.

I'm gonna need to see the paperwork
on all of your animals.

Well...

Captain.

Loffler destroyed
all of Mr. Walsh's paperwork.

It was on the bridge. I saw it.
Everything is in order.

Thank you, Lieutenant.
I'll be sure to put that in my report.

Thank you, Captain.

I contacted the shipping company.

They're gonna send another crew
to meet you in San Juan,

take the Mimer to Mexico.

Well, I'd really, really like
to go with them if possible

and close my deals.

- I hope you have a better trip this time.
- Thank you.

- Lieutenant.
- Captain.

That was a very dishonest
thing to do, Ellen.

Oh, I make your heart beat, Frank.

You're everything
I was taught not to be.

If you're ever in Adelphi,

maybe I could save you
from a psychotic killer.

So, what will happen to her now?
The cat, I mean.

Well, there's a breeding ranch
in Kenya,

and they've had some
pretty good luck with rare cats.

Congratulations.
I'm sure you'll be well-paid.

They don't have any money.

- Oh, you better be careful.
- Why?

You might just be
a good man after all.

They've got a zoo in Adelphi.

You wanna live in Adelphi, Einstein?

- Time to go.
- Yes, it is.

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