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Check that.

Our Midwest gambling take is down ten percent.

Now get me the figures on our narcotics distribution.

Hello, Bachman.

Who gave you the right

to pull records on my territory, Drake?

The Executive Committee had a meeting.

The feeling is that your organization is in trouble.

And you've come to straighten everything out?

And then take over my territory.

You said it, I didn't.

And after you've cut me out, you get rid of me.

Wrong.

No way.

Tom, you're getting old. You're losing control.

There's nothing you can do about it.

Well, I think there is.

Are you out of your head?

Boys!

Sorry, Drake, they're on my payroll.

Nobody sneaks up on me.

I saw you coming, Matt.

You want to cut me out?

You're going to have to bleed for it.

Well, you can start running now

You'll never get away from the organization, never.

Not alive!

Wrong again.

The key records are in there... Gambling, political payoffs,

narcotics... and it's my insurance policy.

I'm gonna sell this back to the organization, say,

for $5 million, but I'll keep a few personal items for myself

just to make sure that I stay alive

to enjoy spending the money.

Well, I wouldn't count on it.

Not any of you.

Put him in the storeroom. Tie him up.

Bachman, let me tell you something.

There ain't a rathole deep enough to hide you!

I thought you might feel that way.

Make sure Mr. Drake is perfectly comfortable.

I'll get the car.

Good afternoon, Mr. Phelps.

As the result of a power struggle

between Syndicate executives, Tom Bachman and Matthew Drake,

Bachman stole the Syndicate's top-secret computerized records:

enough information to destroy their operations

in eight Midwestern states.

In the process, Bachman killed two men

and seriously wounded four others,

including Matthew Drake,

whose organization is now desperately hunting

for Bachman and the records.

Your mission, should you decide to accept it,

is to get those records before Drake does.

This tape will self-destruct in five seconds.

Good luck, Jim.

This mansion was built in the 19th century

in a completely isolated section of Northern Mexico.

It will serve as the headquarters

of the Fellowship

of the Golden Circle.

Casey?

All set.

Now,

this liquid will disintegrate this mask

in a few seconds,

and this pill will simulate death.

Mm-hmm.

Barney.

Procyon lotor, Jim.

Found in Northern Mexico.

A harmless drug dosage will make it appear to be ill.

Mm-hmm.

Willie, what about Bachman's military record?

Well, he was in the 78th Air Force Fighter Group

during World War Two.

He was based at Bodney, England, from 1942 to 1944.

Now, that's fine.

Now, this is Thomas Bachman.

He's 54 years old.

He looks in very good shape.

Yeah, well, that's because he's a fanatic

about diet and exercise, Casey,

which is the point of our attack.

Now, Bachman's a clever man, and he's ruthless,

but he made one big mistake.

He crippled Drake instead of killing him,

so now Drake wants much more than the records.

He wants revenge.

Bachman is currently in Northern Mexico

planning to vanish.

We've learned that he's arranged

to be flown to his new hideout

by a top-notch criminal smuggler,

a man named Mallory.

Now, we have to intercept him first,

and then we have to get to Bachman

before Drake finds him, gets the records...

and kills him.

Mallory?

I'm with Tom Bachman.

Yeah?

I made a deal to take Bachman

and nobody else.

And we were to meet in town.

The plans have changed.

Let's go... Bachman's waiting.

Come on.

What about Bachman?

We got lucky.

We found him

in a little mountain village called Reyoso.

Café, por favor. Negro.

Si, señor.

Imediatamente.

Mallory.

Mm-hmm.

You're punctual.

That's good.

I'm very good, man.

In fact, I'm the best.

¿Café? No, gracias.

What kind of a plane do you have?

Well, it is yellow, and it has a single engine

and has comfortable seats,

and enough range to get you wherever you want to go.

For a price.

500, right?

No, wrong.

It's 5,000.

You're out of your mind.

Look, man, you're hot.

I can get you across the border.

That's my specialty.

But it will cost you.

2,000. That's it.

Come on, let's not argue.

3,000, you've got a deal.

Half of it now,

the other half when we get there.

Fine.

What is it?

It's missing. Must be in the fuel line.

Well, straighten it out.

I'm trying to, man.

The controls won't answer.

¿Un hombre Norteamericano?

Si. No.

No. Con permiso.

BACHMAN: What is it?

BARNEY: It's missing.

Must be in the fuel line.

Well, straighten it out.

I'm trying to, man.

The controls won't answer.

It's out of control.

No.

All right, let's get out of here.

Perez.

Cantinero,

venga para aca.

¿Que se le ofrece?

Digame cantinero, no ha visto un hombre...

I speak English.

I speak good English.

But that man... I don't think he knew this.

So?

He gave me a little money for lies.

How much would you pay for the truth, señor?

Let him go.

No!

No.

No.

First the truth.

That man...

He came here with an airplane flyer today.

They went away together.

Plane?

They spoke of a... a single-engine airplane,

yellow in color.

They headed north towards the United States.

Oh.

All right.

All right.

Notify our border people.

Get a search plane out.

Right.

Uh, Mr. Drake, we can go hunting,

but the odds are that plane is halfway to Canada.

Maybe...

Maybe he's on the ground somewhere.

It's a long shot.

Maybe one in ten thousand,

but we're going to take it.

He crippled me.

He did this.

And I want him for this.

I want Bachman.

Where are we?

Far as I know, there's nothing around here

for a couple of hundred miles, except maybe an Indio village.

That way.

We'd better find it.

Your leg... can...

can you walk on it?

I'll manage. Let's go.

¿A que hora?

Gracias.

A search plane will be here in one hour, no more.

Mm-hmm.

They understand we have our own pilot?

Yes.

Equipment?

They're going to install high-speed cameras, everything.

Very expensive.

Expensive?

Not if it buys us Tom Bachman.

Hey!

Hey!

Are you people deaf?

Can't you see I have a man here who needs help?

Quickly!

Did you ever see so much nothing?

Just keep at it.

My name is Thomas... Smith.

What is yours?

William Spencer at your service, sir.

Uh, Mr. Smith, this is Mrs. Charity Emerson.

Mr. Smith will be staying with us for a short while.

Ah. Uh, your friend has a busted leg.

He's being tended to, so he'll be just fine.

Oh, well, then you have a doctor?

Yeah, we have no need of a doctor.

Well, what sort of place is this?

Is it a religious retreat?

Not exactly.

It is a place to-to meditate.

We're called the Fellowship of the Golden Circle.

It's a Möbius circle,

a sort of a-a symbol of life.

One surface, one edge,

and no end.

Except death.

Yes, perhaps.

Well, I'll see that your friend has a place to stay.

And also a bed for you, Mr. Smith.

Thank you.

In the meantime, Charity will look after you.

Oh, Charity, uh, will you get me that information

I asked for, please?

Oh, certainly.

Charity?

Yes.

Well, that's an unusual name.

But it was very popular when I was a girl.

When you were a girl?

Well, how long ago was that?

Well, it's a... a manner of speaking.

Now why don't you just sit down and relax,

and everything will be just fine?

Charity?

Yes?

One of the dogs caught a raccoon.

Oh, dear!

Oh...

Oh, poor baby.

I'm afraid it's almost dead.

I'll tend to it.

Yes.

Yes. Yes.

Poor thing.

Yes. Poor baby. Yes.

Poor baby.

Yes.

Yes. He is a poor thing.

That's it.

Yes. That's it.

That's it.

That's it.

Hey, hey!

Oh!

He'll be all right now.

Well, maybe he wasn't as hurt as you thought he was.

Oh, I imagine you're right.

We'll be right back.

Come on.

1861...

Dawson, make another pass over this area.

Thomas? I'm up here.

Looking up the history of a very interesting woman.

Oh?

Mrs... Charity Emerson.

Well, why ever for?

I'm curious.

Here we are.

"Gold City, Arizona Territory.

"Our fair city honors a pioneer settler, Mrs. Charity Emerson,

"currently operating the Circle-Bar Ranch in Old Mexico,

"appears astonishingly youthful,

despite her 50 odd years."

There's a very good picture here.

What is this place?

What are you people doing here?

Why, nothing.

We, uh, we live here... in our own way.

In peace.

This, um... she's an ancestor of mine.

Named Charity, too?

Just like... this girl named Charity, also, in...

1861?

That's right.

It's remarkable...

how both of them resemble you.

Yes, it is, isn't it?

But then you can't really tell a lot

from those old daguerreotypes.

They was just inventing photograph pictures then.

Where are you from, Thomas?

Los Angeles, The City of the Angels.

Oh. It must be exciting.

Lots of people.

Things happening.

Why don't you visit there, Charity?

You said the name Charity

was a popular name when you were a girl.

It's funny, I've always thought of it

as something out of the history books.

We've found a place for you to stay, Mr. Smith.

If you'll come with me.

Mr. Smith, in the Fellowship of the Golden Circle,

we never inquire of another's personal history.

There is no past in the Circle,

only an eternal future.

I see, but what is the Golden Circle, Mr. Spencer?

I mean, do you run it?

No, no, no. I'm simply one among equals.

So you just live here?

Yes, exactly.

We study. We exist.

As we have since we...

well, since we came to this place.

That must be some time ago.

Oh, but this is our new building.

The old one burned down...

quite some time ago.

Right this way.

Mm-hmm. Could be the wreckage of Bachman's plane.

Yeah, and this place is less than a mile away.

Adds up.

He might be dead.

Hmm?

Dead.

Then I want the body.

Take whatever help you need.

You go out there and get him.

How delicate do I have to be?

If he's alive, don't kill him.

There might be people living there.

What about them?

Don't kill Bachman.

Walter?

I'd like to introduce Thomas Smith.

This is Walter Barrows.

We sort of met.

Oh, good. I thought he might stay with you

until we can find him transportation out.

It'd be my pleasure.

Bye. Thanks.

Hey, man, how goes the battle?

Fine.

Your leg...

Yeah, how about that?

And it was broken.

These cats put some kind of water on it

and it's fine.

Well, then it, it couldn't have been broken.

Well, now maybe not.

But you saw it and I felt it.

You know, there's something weird

going on around here.

I think your imagination

is as healthy as your leg, Mr. Mallory.

Now, let's find you a room

where you can be comfortable and rest.

He has a lot of responsibilities, you know?

Let me get a shirt on.

Where was this picture taken?

Oh, uh, that was Bodney in England.

They didn't like us much

over there then, you know?

In fact, the big joke was

the Yanks were overpaid, oversexed and over there.

That was 1942.

You're not old enough...

Oh, uh, well, that was my dad.

Say, you know, it's about chow time.

Why don't we get cleaned up?

I'll find you some clothes to wear

and, uh, we'll get you going.

We're all set.

Good.

I'm heading back to the States.

I've arranged a border crossing for you.

We drag Bachman across that border,

he's going to be kicking and screaming.

Not if you cross at the place we arranged.

There'll be no trouble. Our people will be waiting for you.

Okay?

Fine as silk. Let's move.

You can finish in the morning, Charity.

No, I'd just as soon work late.

Good night.

Good night, then.

This is it, isn't it?

The secret.

What secret?

There's no secret.

Stop lying, Charity.

Be careful.

There's something miraculous about the water, isn't there?

Oh... whatever are you muttering about?

I'll tell you.

How old are you?

How old were you when that newspaper article

was written in 1887?

How old were you when you came out West from Georgia?

That was my mother's greatmother.

Thomas, you're talking nonsense. Am I?

And what sort of nonsense cured the raccoon?

It was the water.

Now you tell me the truth!

The truth?

Is that what you really want?

Hmm.

Very well, boy.

I was birthed in the town of Athens, Georgia,

when it was still new...

In the year of Our Lord, 1831.

1831?

How?

The water.

I must drink of it every second day.

I cannot go without for more than 48 hours.

If I travel, I take some with me.

If you go without it longer than 48 hours?

My dear boy, I am more than 140 years of age.

Without the water...

You'd die.

Then you're a prisoner here.

Oh, I feel that way at times.

And very often I've wanted to leave this place.

But, but you can't.

Oh, I could.

I can take the water with me.

Thomas...

You're going to leave this place.

Perhaps, you could take me with you.

Well, I'm not exactly on a pleasure trip.

Oh, I know you're running from something

or someone.

Oh, I do know that.

Couldn't you make your peace with whoever it is?

Matthew Drake?

Not likely.

Or maybe.

Maybe.

The water cured the raccoon...

and Mallory's leg.

Yes.

It gives life.

Heals.

Drake's hand.

Yes, I think...

maybe I can solve some of my problems.

Charity!

Thomas?

Charity, what is it?

Charity confessed it all.

I know the truth.

He got it out of me, William.

I'm truly sorry.

I want the water.

Thomas, you don't understand.

The water is a... a complex, chemical compound.

There are some side effects.

And how will you stop me?

There's no need for that, Thomas.

Barney, Willie.

Room ready, Casey?

All ready.

Let's get him in there.

No bodies.

No sign of anything.

Yeah, then Bachman is still alive.

And the mansion is, uh...

It's over there.

All set.

How long will it last?

Well, the paraffin should last for about a week.

He's in pretty good physical shape.

Better get him to the library.

He'll be coming to in a few minutes.

Mm-hmm. The dissolvent and the death drug?

I have them.

How about the hair?

Yes, it's chemically treated.

It'll turn gray with the dissolvent.

Good.

Thomas?

We warned you about the side effects of the water.

Are you all right?

Did it...?

Look for yourself.

I'm, I'm...

Yeah, me, too, man.

Ever since what happened to my leg, I got curious.

I found out.

I want to welcome you both

to the Fellowship of the Golden Circle.

Now that's downright polite.

Well... hello, Dawson.

Bachman?

Yeah, looking a little different, but it's him.

Mr. Drake's eager to see you.

The rest of you people keep still, nobody will get hurt.

Don't get nervous. I want to go.

I imagine you will.

On one condition.

No conditions.

Knock him out, Perez.

Wait a minute, you moron!

I want to see Drake.

I have a deal for him, and it involves the girl...

That's the condition...

The girl goes with us.

What deal?

That's between Drake and myself.

Come on, use your head.

There's a lot of people out there.

We're going to need a hostage.

She can't leave here.

I'll see that she's all right.

I'll go.

I'll get your medicine.

Watch him.

It's only medicine.

We'll give you no trouble.

All right. Let's go.

Let's get the plane.

Bachman?

Bachman?

That's right.

Hey, what'd you do?

Huh? Plastic surgery?

Something a little more interesting.

We'll stay with Bachman and Drake.

You cover Casey.

Right, Jim.

And there it is, the fountain of youth.

Fountain of youth, huh?

Yeah, I know, crazy Tom Bachman.

I suppose you don't believe the truth about her either.

You want me to? You expect me to, huh?

I suppose not. Not without proof.

Thomas, may I have some of the water, please?

Sorry. No.

But, Thomas, you've got to let me have some.

It's been more than two days!

Sorry, Charity.

That's the other half of the proof.

Remember what I told you?

Yeah, I remember.

She's over a hundred years old.

Over 140 years old.

And without that water,

she will revert back to her true age.

Wait, you'll see, Matt.

And as a bonus, I'm going to give you

something that you want.

I'm going to give you the tapes.

He's going to give me the tapes.

What's the catch?

I need the organization's backing.

Backing? For what?

Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute.

You really believe all this, don't you?

Matt, if I'm telling the truth,

the water that was in that bottle will cure your hand.

I don't like cheap jokes.

Madre de Dios.

It's proof.

Yeah. Proof.

I'll buy it.

You go get the records... You've got a deal.

Right.

Get that-that thing out of here.

Right.

Bachman, come on.

You okay?

Lieutenant Cooper, you can move in now.

Here they are.

We'll take that.

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