All language subtitles for Rosebud (1975) BRD 720p

Am I glad to see you.

- Anything wrong?
- No.

Just bored.

A year's vacation in sunny
Corsica and you're bored?

You know me. I like action.

You'll get your action.
We are leaving at dawn.

I knew it!

Didn't I tell you
he'd arrive this week?

He's been saying that every
week since we've been here.

- Is the tray ready?
- Yes.

Come with me.

Come in.

Adrian! How are you?

Hacam,
my friend. Haven't seen you since Algeria.

Must be 15 years.

And you, Madam,
you are not feeling well?

She won't answer you.
She doesn't talk to anyone.

Everything else is okay?
The house? The farm?

Oh, fine, fine! Your friends
are taking very good care of us.

Good.
We'll get together later on.

I hope you feel better.

What happened to them?

Five months ago,
he was in a car accident.

Their three boys were with him.

Some idiot smashed into them.

Tardets get out.

But the car caught fire before
he could help the children.

When they brought
the charred bodies back here

she just went crazy.

Screaming and yelling.

We tied her to the bed
so she wouldn't hurt herself.

Four days and nights
she kept it up.

Then suddenly she stopped,

and she's been silent
ever since.

And he just sits there?

All day,
I think he feels guilty.

It's too bad.

But I am glad
nothing happened to him.

With the farm in his name,
it would have ruined our plan.

That's way I have him watched now,
day and night.

Now show me the cellar.

I'll show you
more than the cellar.

What?

While you've been in Germany

stealing airplanes and
landing on all the front pages

I've been working.

I've put this front of
the door just in case.

Maybe you should have used
something a little more your size.

Ha, ha, ha. Very funny.

Give me a hand.

Carved out of the rock
over two hundred years ago.

Perfect for us.

I installed the lights.

First, the armory.

Russian MK-4s.

- How are they?
- Great, if you like guns.

Are you still trying to make
the perfect weapon?

No.

I have made it.

You've been using that
for years.

Not this one.

The old one
had a thicker shaft. It hurt.

As long as it works,
what difference does it make?

It makes me sick.

I have to kill people. Fine.

But I don't like to hurt them.

Look here. Perfect!

I can't wait to try it.

Through here
is the other cellar.

Where does the air come from?

I found four shafts.

What happens
if someone yells into them?

Nothing. We tried it?

What about water and toilets?

I ran a water pipe
down from the kitchen.

But, for toilets,
we'll have to use the old-fashioned method.

- Buckets.
- Even I can't get everything perfect.

Simply dishy, Mummy.

Long beautiful legs,
like a dancer.

All the dancers I have known had horrid,
knotty, little legs.

Such a beautiful face!

Ah, that's something else.

At any rate,
when I get back from Greece

he's going to meet me here
and bring me back to London.

That's all right, isn't it?

I suppose so.

Mummy, who are you
going to see in Rome?

Oh, friends.
Some of whom you don't know.

Like who? Who? Who?

An attractive Italian?

Oh, Margaret!
What would your father say?

He would say,

"Eleanor, here in Berkshire we
do not tolerate attractive Italians."

Can I help you sir?

I'm looking for Sabine Fargeau.

She's not aboard at the moment.

- Patrice Thibaud.
- That's right.

He's a friend of
Sabine's, Captain.

I'm Joyce Donnovan.

How did you know me?

A shot in the dark.

Sabine and Helene
are in town buying groceries.

We're cooking dinner
for Sabine's grandfather.

- Fargeau is here?
- Not yet.

He's just coming for dinner.

What's the matter?
You don't get along?

I never met him
and I don't want to.

Lettuce, pate, meat, bread

I'm sure we forgot something.

Impossible. We couldn't
have carried more anyway.

I could have carried
that Indian blouse.

You already have three.

Butter! We forgot the butter!

No, no. I have it here.

- Where have you been?
- Camping.

After school we went straight
to Sweden and biked down.

Will you put these
in the galley?

Darling!

Hi, lover!

I thought you were
coming yesterday.

Couldn't get away.

Who's going?

Margaret Carter,
Joyce Donnovan

I'm here.

- Hi.
- Hi.

And Gertrude Freyer.

You know the five of you
should form a cartel.

You could buy the world.

You have German banking
English ship-building.

American politics and steel.

And you have your darling,
Fargeau Enterprises.

That leaves Helene.

Poor Helene has nothing.

If you were not so busy with
Sabine you would know what I have.

Come on,
we have to start cooking.

Please start without me.
I'll join you later.

Would you bet on that, Patrice?

See the Rosebud down at the end?

Rosebud always struck me as
such a strange name for a boat.

One would think
Fargeau could do better.

Had something to do
with a film I think.

Now I want you to phone me
whenever you get to a port.

Oh, Mummy!

No, "Oh, Mummy!"
I want a call from every port.

I shall be at the Hassler
in Rome for two weeks.

Then I shall go directly home.

I'm going on now.

Give me a kiss.

Call you from Athens.

Before, you promised!

I will! I will! Don't worry.

For someone who likes guns
you are a lousy shot.

Give me my money quick.
If I'm seen with you...

Relax.

- Are you on watch tonight?
- Sure.

What about the boy that arrived?

From what I overheard,
he's not coming on the cruise.

Then we won't worry about him.

If he hasn't left by two
give the signal anyway.

Now, repeat it?

I light a cigarette,
my first and only one all night,

Good. Here's half the money.

You'll get the rest tonight.

Make the salad please.

I don't like salad.

Make it anyway?

We have to stop
more than one day in Sicily.

There she goes again!

You don't even know if
McKinley is going to be there.

He is! I got a card from him.

He's joining a group
from Princeton

who are digging
some place near Catania.

They found some very
naughty mosaics he said.

Princeton! Yuck!

If your Mummy knew you were
meeting your archaeology professor...

If Mummy knew McKinley she
would be there ahead of me.

Maybe I'll stay on
a bit in Sicily

and you can continue
to Greece without me.

We made a rule, remember?

- No Jumping ship.
- For any reasons?

You're such pills.

I have made a decision.

What?

You're staying for dinner.

Oh no! I came here to see you.

Not have dinner with that
reactionary son-of-a-bitch.

He's not a son-of-a-bitch,
he's my grandfather.

And it's time you met.

No.

I'll borrow a clean shirt
for you from the Captain.

I have a clean shirt
but I am not coming to dinner.

- How are your parents?
- Oh, they're fine.

Dad's leaving the Senate,
you know, at the end of the term.

I thought Senators only
quitted to run for President.

It's Mother really.
She hates Washington.

Oh, thank you, Helene.

Are they planning to
live in Paris again?

Paris is not the same without
your mother's parties.

Ah! Here is my darling girl!

Come on,
we have to serve the meat before it burns.

Grandfather,
this is Patrice Thibaud.

He wanted to meet you.

- Patrice! At long last.
- How do you do?

- Nothing.
- Just keep watching.

It's early.

What did you say
you do, Patrice?

I'm a teacher.
University of Vincennes.

Ah, yes, yes.

I believe one of my senior
accountants studied there.

- Cigarette?
- No. No, thank you. No.

Well, what do you teach?

Political Economics.

Political Economics. Ah!

Now, you must excuse
my ignorance I but...

This semester, we are exploring

the negative effects
of powerful economic units.

Such as you, on the political
integrity of government.

- You said negative effects?
- Yes.

Where are the strawberries?

Sit down, Sabine, you must be
tired from all that cooking.

The larger conglomerates
like yours grow

the more they tend
to harm society

rather than serve it.

Without business,
you have no jobs,

people starve
and society collapses.

I don't object to business,

I object to the few rich men
who control business.

So that's it.

Delicious.

The longer people continue
being exploited,

the more revolution
becomes their only choice.

If you revolutionaries
spent their energy

working to support
their families,

there would be
no need for revolution.

You are very predictable
in your defense, Mr. Fargeau.

And you are very naive
in your attack, young man!

I'm sorry we got
so serious for a moment.

Is there any champagne?

Yes, there is.

I think I'll skip the
champagne. Goodnight.

Bloody bad manners, I'd say.

Like those Reds in the
Labor Party back home.

Patrice.

Patrice, don't go, please.

Not now, when you're angry.

I'm not angry.
I just don't belong here.

- But I want to talk to you.
- About what?

You're tied down here
by his money.

He buys you the same way
he buys everything else.

What do you expect me to do?

Use this trip to think about yourself,
to find out who you are.

Don't you love me anymore?

- He's gone?
- Yes.

I'll have to be leaving, too.

He's a nice, young man.

You mean you like him?

You like him,
that's enough for me.

We'll see if we can get him
over to the Sorbornne next year?

Might be good for him, hmm?

Goodbye, my darling.

Goodnight, Grandfather.

- Captain?
- Yes, sir?

- Everything is in order?
- No problems, sir.

- Take care.
- Yes, sir.

Very special cargo.

There he goes.
Shouldn't be long now.

Okay, let's go.

Here is the rest of your money.

You going to knock me off?

Oh, don't worry.

Just enough so that no one
would suspect you were in on it.

Just relax now
and you won't feel a thing.

It's perfect.

- Where are the crew cabins?
- Down there.

Cast off!

You are a prisoner of the
Palestine Liberation Army.

Do as you are told
and you will not be harmed.

Now, get up.

How did you get here?

Up to the fantail, hurry!

And drop the sheet.

Follow me.

This way.

Come on, go. Move.

All right. Line up
in front of the chairs.

Now, who is Helene Nikolaos?

I am Helene Nikolaos.

Hear now. I have a ship
heading towards Acco.

Present location,
latitude, 33 degrees north.

Longitude, 34 degree east,
25 minutes east.

Dispatch an observation plane.

Central Control WA 291.

This is WA 291.

Go ahead, Central.

Investigate uncleared vessel
in your area.

Central Control, this is WA 291.

Go ahead, WA 291.

The vessel is a motor yacht.
Name, Rosebud.

No activity visible.

And no response to standard
radio identification requests.

Better dispatch a patrol boat.

Get me Colonel Avivi, please.
It's urgent.

Damn it!

That puts me ahead,
two sets to one.

Looks like today will
end my losing streak.

You haven't won yet.

A better diplomat would
let his superior win a few.

That's what you think.

Then it'll have to
do it the hard way.

Ready, Colonel.

Colonel Avivi, telephone.

I bet you
arranged that, Hamlekh.

I can't stop it.

You don't say!

What the hell are you doing?

Seems to be slowing down.

Hmm?

That's it. You've done.

Now let's see
if we can find someone.

All we have found
is seven dead bodies.

Better have your men
check out the rest of the ship.

Soon you will be transferred
from this boat to a truck.

May I ask the name of the game?

It is not a game, Miss Donnovan.

My grandfather will
pay you whatever you want.

Please let us go.

You will be blind-folded

as you were when you were
taken off the Rosebud.

Once again I want to stress

that if you see anything of
what we're trying to hide from you

we will have no choice,
but to kill you.

From the automatic pilot

we can determine that
the ship was abandoned

somewhere along this line

and aimed to land within a
mile of this particular spot.

- How?
- Simple.

They fed the compass heading
into automatic pilot,

turned it on
and it did the rest.

- How accurate is it?
- Very.

It's attached to a computer

which takes into consideration

changes in wind direction
and ocean currents.

They avoided setting the timer,

so we don't know when
they abandoned the ship.

Then they could have abandoned
it in Egypt or Libya or Tunisia

and be there now.

Anywhere.

Newsweek.

Martin here.

Martin, where are you going?

Lunch.

At 10:40? What about my story?

Here. As usual.

Very short, very British,
very unlikely to be printed.

Newsweek annex.

Hold on.

Doesn't sound like my game.

Give it to Nick.

I see.

Well, if Mr. Fargeau
has asked for me,

it sounds even less
like my game.

What do you mean, he insists?

I thought I worked
for the United States,

or has he bought those now?

Just the State Department?

All right.

When will you drop the dossier?

No, I won't see him,
until after I've read it.

Well, let him wait.

If he doesn't like it

send him Nick.

- Mr. Martin?
- Yes.

Mr. Fargeau is waiting for you.

Where have you been?
I've been waiting all day.

Well, never mind, sit down.

- Do you want anything?
- I'd like a sandwich.

Ham. A little mustard?

What? All right, then.

Hurry, we have work to do.

A glass of milk would be nice.

A letter from the kidnappers
arrived this morning.

My granddaughter
and four of her friends

are being held
by Black September.

I want you to use your
contacts to get them back.

My contacts
with Black September?

The ones you used to arrange
that Lufthansa hijacking.

You seem confused, Mr. Fargeau.

I'm a British correspondent
for Newsweek.

Oh, forget your Newsweek
nonsense with me, Martin,

I know all about you.

- Really?
- Yes. Really.

You're a British mercenary
employed by the United States.

"On October 3rd, 1972"

"the West German
Government decided"

"to get rid of the three
surviving Arab terrorists"

"from the Olympic massacre."

"Their continued presence
in a German prison"

"was an open invitation
for Black September."

"To stage another bloody raid."

"On October the 5th."

"Lawrence Martin of the CIA."

That's you.

"Was briefed on the problem"

"by Hans Schloss of the B.♪♪.D."

Is the German Secret Service

unable to take care
of its own problems?

German agents
could not participate

because Israel might have
learned about the scheme

and cause
an international scandal.

"On October 20th,
you flew to Beirut..."

Oh! Thank you.

Go on. It's fascinating.

"On October 20th,
you flew to Beirut

and met with members
of Black September.

"On October 28th you
impersonated a flight attendant,"

"went aboard
Lufthansa flight 615"

"while it was being serviced"

"and hid two hand grenades
and two pistols"

"behind the paper towels
in the toilet."

"On October 29th,
two Arabs hijacked the plane"

"and demanded
the terrorists release."

You personally, escorted the
terrorists from Munich to Zagreb

"and exchanged them for the
passengers of the hijacked plane."

That's a very good story,
but not true.

Except that I did go to Zagreb,

and I think Newsweek
even printed my article.

God damn it, Martin, stop
playing games, will you?

If you want to call yourself
a correspondent, fine!

But you are working for me now.

Wrong.

Help you, perhaps. Work for you?

Never.

Show me that letter.

Very well.

It was delivered with a film
that's being processed.

I'm showing it for the parents
upstairs in an hour and 50 minutes.

See you then.

Oh, by the way,
are any of the other girls Jewish?

I don't think so.

But how do you know about me?

I had all my records destroyed
before the Nazi occupation.

No. No, not all of them. I

I found one while you
were waiting for me.

See you later.

"My name is Helene Nikolaos.

"My friends, Sabine Fargeau,".

“Margaret Carter.

"Joyce Donnovan,".

"Gertrude Freyer"

"and!"

"Are prisoners of the
Palestine Liberation Army."

Oh, my God.

"One of us will be released
if this film is shown"

“on every major television
network”

"in France, Germany, England
and the United States"

“on the same day at 8 p.m.”

"If the film is changed
in any way"

"or if it is not shown
in all four countries"

"one of us will be executed"

"and her dead body will be
delivered to her parents."

"If, however, this film
is shown as demanded"

“the girl who is released”

"will bring with her
another film,"

"containing
further instructions."

"Any attempt
to find our location"

"or to free us,"

"will result in
our immediate execution."

"I'm sure you understand
how frightened we are."

"Please, help us."

How could such a thing
happen? How?

I'll tell you one thing.

I'm willing to pay any
damned ransom that they want.

Anything. Even if it breaks me.

We must try to
proceed rationally.

Martin, what do you suggest?

I suggest that first you
decide whether or not

you will comply
with their demand.

I, for one, think
giving in is a mistake.

When I was Lieutenant
Governor in Kenya

during the MauMau business,

a small group of them stormed
the Governor's mansion

and held his family hostage.

They offered to free them
if he would surrender.

Against my advice, he did.

Next day his head was hanging
from the balcony.

Next to the heads
of his wife and two children.

Damn it, Carter,
that's one hell of a story

to bring up at this point.

And irrelevant.
The situation is different.

The Palestinians need
public opinion on their side.

They've said they will release
one of the girls

if the film is shown.

They'll keep their word.

I don't like giving in
to these animals

any more than you do,
Lord Carter,

but we have no choice.

Let's pick a day.

- Today is Tuesday, eh?
- Mmm.

How about Friday?

Each of us will make the
arrangements in his country.

Very well. I'll see the Prime
Minister as soon as I get home.

- Is there anything else?
- No.

Well then, good luck
to all of us.

They did it.

Franco, England and Germany
all ran the film.

Fools.

Damn stupid fools!

There's still the United States.

Why should they
be any different?

Don't be so negative.

Get me our Ambassador
in Washington.

Does he always do the cooking?

I'm not allowed near a stove.

Yeah, but I never
go near a sink.

Mr. Martin, what do you think
will happen?

Melina, you promised.

And you don't mind
talking about it, do you?

Yes.

There's nothing we can do,

but wait for the
first girl to be released.

But what about America?

Aren't you worried
they won't show it?

For God sakes,
why shouldn't they show it?

Donnovan even got the
F.C.C. approval. Right?

Anyway, we know
in less than two hours.

I'll get it.

She'll never learn.

When the King was ousted

we had to leave Greece with
just the clothes on our backs.

I said, "Let's go to Paris."

She said, "Oh, no, no!
We couldn't afford it."

But we went.

I got a job.

And we found
a nice little apartment.

Eat.

That's why I'm talking,

so you will eat.

It's my special dessert.

I'll eat. I'll eat it, it's...

It's very good.

Then one summer
Sabine arrived with Helene.

Her parents were dead.

She couldn't face
another vacation

in her grandfather's house.

All servants, no friends.

We loved it.

It was like having
another daughter.

A few days later, Fargeau calls

calls and invites me
for a drink.

He tells me how pleased he is

that Sabine is
happy living with us.

And he hands me the keys
to this apartment.

All paid for.
No strings attached.

So you see what I mean
about worry.

Here I am, a poor Greek
exile, living like a king

and I've never worried
about a thing in all my life.

Except

my two daughters.

That was Fargeau.

There's some kind of problem
in the United States.

He wants us to come right over.

Let's go.

Now what?

Donnovan called.

The Israeli Ambassador insisted

on an emergency meeting
with the President.

They have been together
over half an hour.

What does it mean?

It means that Israel is trying

to get the President
to stop the broadcast.

Hello?

Yes, yes, hold on. Hold on.

I'll put you
on the loud speakers.

It's Donnovan. Go ahead.

- Can you hear me?
- Yes, yes. Go on.

What happened?

I don't know what on
during the meeting.

But the Israeli Ambassador
made the following statement.

Quote.

"The President and I
have just concluded"

"a very satisfactory meeting."

"He agreed that it would be
a great mistake"

"for the United States to
allow itself to be blackmailed"

“by any terrorist group.”

"Regardless of
the consequences."

End quote.

In other words,

he said the President
would not support

the showing of the film.

That's what he said.

But, Senator, we thought
it was all set.

What about your F.C.C. approval?

Oh, hello, Mr. Nikolaos.

Unfortunately,
the F.C.C. approval

approval was only an
informal polling of the Board

to satisfy the net works
about the nudity.

Look, I'll try to get to the
President's Press Secretary,

he might have something.

But, for God's sake,
go and see the President.

I've tried.

He won't see me till Monday.

Too much pressure
from the other side.

By then it'll be too late.

I'll call you back as soon
as I hear anything.

Don't cry. Don't cry, darling.

The President is sitting all
alone in his little oval office

trying to decide
which way to go.

If he allows the film to be
shown he loses the Jewish vote.

If he forbids it, he loses
every mother in the country.

The arithmetic is on your side,
mothers are in the majority.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, I had my office in London
make a video recording

of the BBC commentary
that followed the film.

So, we might look at it
while we are waiting.

That seems to be
the present situation.

The three European nations
have now all shown the film.

And it remains only for the
United States to follow suit

at 8:00 on their time

from Beirut comes the report
that Yasser Arafat,

the leader of the Palestine
Liberation Organization

has denied any knowledge or
involvement in the kidnapping.

BBC, too, will, of course carry a
full report in Newsroom at 10:30.

This is Julian Pettifer in the
News Special Studio.

We now return you to
our scheduled programs.

Anything in the papers?

Two editorials supporting
the broadcast, one against.

Hello?

Oh, Lord Carter, good evening.

Yes, yes, there is
a problem in America.

Wait. Wait,
it's the other phone.

Hello?

Hello? Yes, yes.

Hold on, I'll put you
on the loud speaker.

- Go ahead.
- Can you hear me?

Yes, go ahead.

The President
is stayingout of it.

Says the networks are part
of the private sector.

If they want to submit to blackmail
he has no authority to stop them.

- Then it will run?
- Sure.

Wait a minute.

The networks have
interrupted their regular shows

for a special announcement.

I'll put the phone next to the set,
maybe you can hear it.

the responsibility for saving
the life of an innocent girl

now lies with the three
major American networks.

The management of all three
wish to express their disapproval

of the methods employed
by the kidnappers.

However, human life must be
placed above all other considerations.

Therefore, they have decided
to show the film as demanded.

- They're going to do it.
- It's on now!

Thank God.

Hello? Lord Carter.

It's running now.

Yes, please,
please call Freyer for me, will you?

Thank you.

Will you finish the sweeping?

It's only seven today.

Oh, it's terrible.

We've got to do something

before these damn tranquilizers

turn us into vegetables.

You just do the sweeping.

- It's your turn.
- Such a waste of time.

I'd give anything
for a proper nail file.

This stick is impossible.

We could jump Kirkbane
when he brings us the dinner.

We could hold him hostage!

He'd slit your throat
in two seconds.

Come on, Sabine.
You can't lie there forever.

Let's play chess.

She was sick last night.

The slop they feed us
would make a goat puke.

You think we'll get
out of here alive?

We agreed not to
talk about that.

Sorry.

Will I have
trouble with you again?

Do you expect me
to like this junk?

Come.

Take it.

It will calm you.

- No pill for you today.
- Why not?

We want you wide awake
for your trip home.

Oh, Helene! Helene!

Don't give up, Sabine.

You are stronger than you think.

You were always
the lucky one, Helene

- I'm sorry, Margaret...
- She didn't make the choice.

You will wear this now.

Before you leave,
you have to make another film.

Here's your text.

- Are you ready?
- Yes.

Start reading.

"The Palestine
Liberation Organization"

"is pleased that the film
was shown so quickly."

"Today, I will be released."

The first part of
your trip is over.

I will now put you on a plane.

Someone else will meet you
at the other end.

Are you all right?

Be careful.

I'm leaving you here.

Rub the rope against the edge
of this rock to cut yourself free.

Then follow the path
back to the road

and try to get a ride.

Good luck.

What are you doing
out here all alone?

Can you please
take me to the police?

Come on, get in.

Where are we here?

In about half an hour
you'll be in lie Rousse.

- Where's that?
- Corsica.

Thank you very much.

My pleasure.
It's just around the corner.

To keep the press off your back,

you'd better stay at my place
for a few days, all right?

What will you tell them?

She's in the country
recovering from the ordeal.

Tell me, how did
you get to Corsica?

I flew in a small plane.

I was blindfolded,
but I think it had two engines.

We took off and landed
on very rough runways.

Did Customs
pick them up on radar?

No, but that
doesn't mean anything.

Smugglers get through
all the time.

Do go on.

After landing, a man with a nice
voice took me to another truck...

Oh, yes, I forgot!

After they took me
from the cellar...

What cellar?

Oh, never mind,
you can tell me everything later.

Now, what about the next film?

I was just going to
tell you about it.

The film is very short.

But after the film,
you are supposed to read this

on television.

Now, telephone your parents.

Tell them to put some clothes in
a suitcase. I'll have it picked up.

Why can't they bring it?

Because the press
might follow them.

- But I want to see them.
- And I want to talk to you.

When we've finished,
you can see them.

For the present,
you'll have to make do with this.

Who do you think you are?

I can walk out of here right
now and you can't stop me.

And just where am I
supposed to sleep?

On that thing? With you?

The idea hadn't occurred to me,
but if you insist...

Bastard!

It wasn't intended to be
taken all that seriously...

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm not overlooking
what you've been through,

but you must understand
it's very important

it's very important that I
learn everything I can from you,

your friends lives,
they depend on it.

- All right.
- Thank you.

Now call your parents
and we'll start.

And as for the
sleeping arrangements...

Thibaud, would you please
show me your identity card?

Sorry, it must be
in my other clothes.

I rushed like mad when your friends
here said they wanted to see me.

Thibaud,
I know it's party line to hate the police,

but we're trying to
save your girlfriend's life.

I would think
you'd want to help.

Think? With your brains, you're
lucky you can tie your own shoelaces.

Now, unless you have a warrant,
I am leaving.

Sit down. You leave when
we say you can leave.

- Keep your hands off me!
- Don't you tell me what to do!

Stop it, stop it!

You idiots, what have you done?

Look at him,
he'll never be the same.

- He started it.
- Who's going to believe that?

I can see the headlines.

"Radical leader
mauled by the police."

And a big picture of that face.

Oh, my God, get a doctor. Hurry.

Forget about him.

Get me a list of District
Commissioners we can trust.

We'll have to have him transferred from
one 24-hour holding warrant to another

until his face heals.

That's going to take weeks.

Hello?

Oh, yes, Monsieur Fargeau.

I'm working on it.

“Following this film,
Charles Andre Fargeau must appear”

"and read a full confession
of his role"

"in the slaughter of
innocent Palestinians"

"by King Hussein
in September 1970."

"Black September."”

"If his
confession is read in full,"

"one of my friends
will be released"

"and bring another film"

"containing
further instructions."

"Otherwise, the new film,
will be delivered to her parents,"

"with her dead body."

"My name is
Charles Andre Fargeau.

“In June, 1970,".

"King Hussein and Yasser Arafat,"

“representing the
Palestinian refugees,”

"had almost reached an
arrangement for peaceful coexistence."

"I sent word to the King,"

“that I was willing to violate
the French arms embargo,”

"and sell him enough weapons"

"to eradicate every
Palestinian refugee in Jordan."

“Profit was my primary motive.

"Hussein eagerly accepted.

"When the crew of the Aquitain
refused to sail

"with the illegal cargo,

"I bribed the captain and crew

"of my yacht Rosebud
to do the job.

"They sailed the Aquitain
to Al Aquabah,

"where the arms
were delivered to.

"King Hussein's Bedouin troops.

"I accept full responsibility

"for the senseless massacre

"of Palestinian men,
women and children,

"known as Black September.

"And for the death
of the Rosebud crew,

"who were executed as
accessories to my crime."

"I must also confess"

"that I have, for many years"

"concealed the fact
that I am a Jew."

Helene, would you excuse us?

I'd like to speak
with Martin in private.

Uh, but there is no place
for me to go.

Uh, why don't you have
a nice, relaxing bath?

Good idea.

An Englishman named Edward Sloat,
he's running Black September.

The only recent action
he didn't organize

was the skyjacking that
freed the Olympic terrorists.

Correct.
But I did, and you know it.

- So, let's stop wasting time.
- All right.

After Sloat
graduated from Cambridge

he received
a grant to study in Iraq.

He was supposed to remain a year,
then return to England and teach.

Instead he moved into the palace
as an adviser to the Royal Family.

Then he converted to Islam,
made the pilgrimage to Mecca,

even changed his name
to Haji Asham Sloat.

How do you connect him
with Black September?

From the prisoner we captured
at the Lod Airport massacre,

we learned that Sloat paid a
Japanese Leftist group $750,000 to do it.

Insisted it be a suicide
mission. He didn't want survivors.

The terrorists were given
timed-release cyanide before leaving.

I take it your prisoner
behaved sensibly and talked?

He wanted to live.

He told us about the cyanide
in time to pump his stomach.

How did Sloat get the money?

Switzerland.
A rather clever scheme.

Item One. The Communist
Revolution in Iraq.

Every rich family in the
country was lined up and shot.

Item Two. They died leaving
fortunes in Swiss bank accounts.

Item Three. Sloat spent two
years as a clerk in a Swiss bank.

He learned
the account information

then had Arab accomplices pose
as relatives and claim the money.

How did they
prove their identity?

They said their papers were
destroyed in the Revolution

and produced two witnesses
each to support their claim.

How much did he clear?

Roughly? 500 million dollars.

Good Lord!

Here's another
one of his projects.

Arab War comics?

The hero, a devout Muslim,
changes from country to country.

Algerian in Algeria,
Egyptian in Egypt, and so on.

But the villain
is always the Jew.

Anti-Semitism is an
international preoccupation.

You can't be afraid
of comic books.

I can be afraid of Sloat.

He's ruthless, well-organized
and he's smart.

Why come to me with all this?

The comics are drawn by the Franco-Belgian
Society for Graphic Arts in Hamburg.

A courier brings them to Sloat.

Perhaps you can
follow the courier.

Why can't you?

We can't get any cooperation
from the Germans.

They seem to be more interested in
releasing terrorists than catching them.

But they owe you.

♪ Say goodbye to all my sorrows

♪ Goodbye, tomorrow

♪ I'll be on my way

♪ I guess the Lord
must be in New York City ♪

Not bad. But I am handsomer.

I don't see enough of you
to do a really good likeness.

♪ I guess the Lord
must be in New York City ♪

There's a collaborator among us.

I suspected you before
but this time I saw it.

What on earth
are you talking about?

- Empty your pocket!
- I'll do nothing of the sort.

Empty your pocket
or I'll do it for you.

You're such a bully!

Once I ate 15 Baby Ruth bars
in one afternoon.

I wasn't even sick.

Thanks a lot.

Of all the bitchy things to do.

You're the bitch,
the way you play up to those bastards.

Next,
you'll be sleeping with them.

The fuzz!

Oh, no, not her.

It isn't fair!

An airport bus leaves for
the center of Hamburg

every 15 minutes
from the arrival hall.

Final call for
Lufthansa 602, Exit A-19.

Lufthansa 764 from
Frankfurt has landed.

Position 3.

- And you, Hans, how are you?
- Happy to see you.

And to get a chance
to return a favor.

Good.
Any trouble organizing this?

For you? No.

Since our hijacking caper,
you've become a secret national hero.

Extraordinary. All this for a
little surveillance operation.

As you said,
German thoroughness.

There's no way to
see inside the studio

because they keep their
blinds closed all the time.

So that little
microphone we installed

will pick up the sound
of the buzzer on their door

and transmit it here to us.

It takes around 30 seconds to get
downstairs from the second floor.

So, anyone leaving the building
30 seconds after the buzzer

is a suspect.

And at closing time when
the whole building clears out?

We follow all 15
of the studio's employees.

The suspect has
just left the studio.

There he is.

Look, here.

It's like precision engineering.

I thought you would like it.

Now, all we do is wait
for something to happen.

He's going down
a one-way street.

Wait. Follow suspect,
about 40, 6',

wearing a light raincoat
and carrying a black portfolio.

He's going east
on Binderstrasse.

Let them do the walking.

Suspect just entered a white
taxi that was waiting for him.

Heading north on Mittelweg.
License, HHWZ 627.

There he is up ahead.

Plane 608 to Berlin
leaves in 30 minutes.

Two seats on
the same flight, please.

I'm sorry, sir,
the flight is completely full.

There's space on the 2:20.

No, not the 2:20, this flight.

I can put you on standby.

Good morning. We have
reservations to Berlin.

Oh, pardon me, uh...

Miss Edgeworth.

Unfortunately,
we've problems with our computer

and your flight was
completely oversold.

But we made this
reservation weeks ago.

I know,
it's a terrible inconvenience,

but we've managed to find a
space on the next flight, the 2:20.

And in order to make
your wait more pleasant,

we're inviting you
to a champagne lunch.

Now, will you look after
the tickets and the luggage

while I show these charming young
ladies the way to the restaurant.

Will you follow me, please?

Ah, Schmitt, you got my message.

Do you want me to come along?

No, we'll call if
we need something.

He's mailing the receipt to someone
else who'll continue the delivery.

- May I help you?
- Indeed.

A gentleman just left
some drawings with you.

I need to know what work
you're doing for him

and when it will be ready.

- Out of the question.
- I'm with the police.

I couldn't care less,
unless you have a court order.

Maybe another type of
official document will do.

Just get out of here. Right now.

Cow!

You two back again?

Grete Muller, is she here?

- She's at school.
- Oh, of course.

14-year-old girls, at this hour,
usually are in school, aren't they?

What do you want with Grete?

We'd like to ask
Grete a few questions.

- About her hours here at the shop.
- What about them?

The sign on your door
says you close at 6:30.

But her parents say she
never gets home before 10:00.

After work we have dinner.
Her parents know all about it.

Ah! Late dinners.

- Sound familiar?
- Very.

You used to have dinner
with your last assistant.

She claimed it
was dinner in bed.

The charges were dropped.

You can't touch
me and you know it.

The charges were dropped
at her parents' request.

Grete's parents
may not be so obliging.

What do you want?

A little information about
the man with the portfolio.

He comes twice a week.
Leaves some drawings.

We photograph them
and mount the slides.

When will they be ready?

- Tomorrow at 5:00.
- Who's to pick them up?

Whoever turns up
with the receipt.

We're going to be sitting
outside in a car watching.

When you turn over the slides,
signal us.

And, ma'am, if they see the signal,
I'll have your neck.

If I do what you want
will you leave me alone?

- Yes.
- All right.

Get out of here. The
smell of you makes me sick!

This is as far as we go.

You can't use the checkpoint.

It's reserved for East
Berliners and German nationals.

Away you go.

If I ever cross the wall,
I'll be shot.

Inconsiderate bitch!

Thibaud, come on.

Leave me alone.

You're being released.

With this face?
They wouldn't dare.

- What's the trick?
- No tricks.

You're free. Now,
hurry up. Get out of here.

Are you really
Sabine Fargeau's fiance?

I was her lover for a while,
if that answers your question.

What do you know
about the kidnapping?

- Nothing.
- What happened to your face?

- The police.
- What are you going to do?

I've been in one lice-ridden
jail after another for weeks,

and I must see a doctor
about my face.

Tomorrow I'll call a news conference
and answer all your questions.

Please excuse me now. Please.

Larry, how are you?

Did the German press cover
the Patrice Thibaud story?

He's right here
on the front page.

A friend of mine
is on his way to see you.

He'll give you a slide.

Go to Kobis Pictorial and add
it to the next shipment to Sloat.

You said you would
leave me alone.

When I'm finished with you,
I'll leave you alone.

You processed some more
drawings for pick-up this evening?

Maybe.

Where's the package?

Get it! Now!

Now forget I've been here.

And don't look.

I'll be outside watching,
just to keep you honest.

Did Helene reach you?

Yes. Come in.

Now, I need your help
on the Rosebud case.

- I don't know anything about it.
- I know.

- That's why I had you released from jail.
- You got me out?

Yes. And I arranged
for the press to be there.

Why?

Well, I know who's behind
the kidnapping.

And I thought if the press
dramatized your case

and your politics,
he might agree to see you.

And I was right.

Your invitation
arrived this morning.

Now, I'm going in your place.

All you have to do is stay here,
in your apartment,

and not use the telephone
till I get back.

You're a cop, right?

- Kind of.
- Then you lose twice.

Because I don't like cops and I
happen to like the Palestinians.

Now get out!

I am asking you
to help me save Sabine's life.

How long will I
have to stay here?

There's enough food there
for two weeks.

After that, you're a free man.

And you trust me to stay here
if I say I will?

Of course.

You're a strange cop. Okay.

Did you disconnect his phone?

- Yes.
- Good.

He said he'd cooperate,

so I don't think
he'll give you any trouble.

Come out and strip.

Why don't you
remove your make-up, Martin?

It must be quite uncomfortable.

Ah! It is rather. Thank you.

What was all that about?

Sit down.

You mean the... The execution?

It's a curious execution.

The boy could have killed you
instead of himself.

He was one of my best men.

Then why is he dead?

Because he survived
a suicide mission.

That doesn't make sense.

When one of my men go on such a mission,
he's dead.

He's ready for it
and he expects it.

That's the way it must be
if I'm to win.

I cannot afford survivors.

Lod Airport taught me that.

Now, what is it
you wish to say to me?

You've pushed this kidnapping
as far as it will go.

A lot of public opinion
is on your side.

The Israelis are nervous.
It's time to talk to them.

I can arrange the meeting.

Public opinion can
change in a second.

If the world decides that
two and a half million Jews

are more important
than three girls,

you'll lose.

Will you have some coffee?

Release the girls
and you can have

what the Palestinians
most urgently wish to have,

negotiations with Israel.

Perhaps.

But not I.

I want
the elimination of Israel.

Sloat, haven't you heard?

Jews don't walk into gas chambers anymore,
they fight.

And they fight hard.

The only hope for the
Palestinians is a deal.

Oh, my plans go much further
than helping the Palestinians.

This is the beginning of jihad.

A holy war, Martin.

And I have been chosen to
regain Arabia for all the faithful.

I cannot
compromise with His will.

I see. Allah.

Well, if you don't want a deal,
why am I here?

Because I want you to deliver
a couple of messages for me.

Firstly, tell your Israeli
friends there will be no deals.

They will have no peace until
we have what we must have,

all of Arabia,
including Palestine,

united under the flag of Islam.

A Muslim Holy Land
where we can live in peace.

And leave the rest of you to
go your godless ways to hell.

And the second?

Tell your boss,
Senator Donnovan,

that I can release his daughter next,
last, or not at all.

Tell him that he
can use his influence

to reduce American
military aid to Israel,

it could affect my decision.

And now I must ask you to leave.

Ali.

Martin! You materialize
at the strangest times.

It's all right.
Give him a yellow badge.

You must sign for it, Yafet.

I know.

Whoever invented the phrase
"Top Secret" should be shot.

Thank you.

- Where have you been?
- Sloat's camp.

- Where is it?
- Hey, easy does it.

First, you'll agree not to go
after him until I give the word.

- When will that be?
- As soon as the girls are safe.

That bastard's out
to destroy my country,

and you want me to wait until
you rescue three spoilt brats?

- Come on, Martin.
- Those are my terms.

They're not mine!

You wouldn't be here unless
you wanted something from me.

Look, there's no
immediate danger to Israel.

The moment Sloat
becomes a real threat,

- I'll give you the word.
- Typical.

"Do this for me now,
I'll do that for you later."

Then you'll wait?

Within reason. All right?

Fair.

Now, they flew me
in and out blindfolded,

so I can't be
certain where he is,

but I think in Lebanon.

His headquarters are in a cave.

Have a geologist analyze this.

It may help.

- Well, what is...
- Easy! Careful, careful!

It's a sample I took
from a rock in the cave.

A strange type of soft stone.

Is there anything else?

The caves are quite unusual.

Huge. Man-made.

I would say a disused quarry.

If you let me look at your topographical
and military intelligence maps,

I might be able to find it.

Maps?

Our computer can find it
in five minutes.

I'll have someone from the
laboratory analyze this in the meantime.

A cave system in Lebanon?

Can you draw it for me, please?

Jack.

Put up the map scan tapes
for Lebanon, please.

This is the most sophisticated
computer system

of any intelligence unit
in the world today.

- Really?
- Mmm-hmm.

At least three years
ahead of the Russians

and five years ahead
of the Americans.

But it's an American computer.

The machinery is irrelevant.

It's the information
inside that counts.

Drawing finished?

What are these?

They are holes
in the top of the cave.

Jack.

Put up the infrared survey
tape on Drive Two, please.

That flat edge is
the entrance, right?

Uh, not from the outside,
only from another cave.

I couldn't see anymore.

- This is only part of the cave?
- Yes.

It's not enough information.
I need something else.

Something else such as what?

Direction would be nice.

Uh, that faces south.

How do you know that?

Well, the Arabs prayed
while I was there

and they pray facing East.

The entrance was on their right,
yes, south.

I allowed for
an error factor of 20%.

Now I'm going to use
the infrared survey

on the holes in the top
of the cave.

Probably could have done it
without the extra step,

but this way, we'll be positive.

I'm impressed.

You should be.

I've finished testing
the samples you sent to us.

Definitely comes from
somewhere in Southern Lebanon.

All right.

Such accuracy.

Yes, well, confirmation is nice.

Now, drive me to the airport.

I've just time to catch
the last plane to Paris.

Sorry. I've been in such
a state since I got home.

Stop! What are you doing?

Just a little test. Don't worry.

Test? For what? Oh!

My ears are killing me! Ow!

- And yours, Margaret?
- Awful!

I'm not used to this.
Father's jet is pressurized.

Thank you, pilot.
Level off and take us in.

Uh, didn't either of you
have ear trouble

on your flight to Corsica?

No, I don't think so.

Definitely not.

And the pilot flew like
this one. He was crazy, too.

Only two bunks. You must
have been very crowded.

- This is the bathroom?
- Yes.

Can you describe it?

There was
a lavatory on the left,

and the basin
was straight ahead.

Was there a shower?

- No. There wasn't room.
- But you're wrong.

There was a handheld shower.

You know, the kind with a hose.

What kind of wood
was used in the cabin?

I don't know the name,
but it's that tacky yellow color.

Sounds like satinwood.

And only the Dutch
use it in boats. Come on.

I could swear the boat we
were on didn't have a shower.

But you think that
everything else was the same?

- Oh, yes.
- There were no curtains.

Or bedspreads.

But it was definitely
the same kind of boat.

Right, then.

We'll get you back to Paris.
The plane's waiting.

- Put you in a cab.
- You mean, that's it?

I was hoping
for some excitement.

I want to talk to you.

Get the cab. We'll join you.

I'm not going home.
I'm going to Corsica with you.

Corsica? What on earth
gave you the idea

- that I was going to Corsica?
- Don't treat me like a child.

I picked up on that ear thing
in the plane.

We never flew anywhere
when we were released.

We were in Corsica
the whole time.

And that's where you're going
and I'm going with you.

- Oh, no, you're not.
- But I was there.

I might recognize something
that you'd miss.

I thought you said
you were blindfolded.

I can remember
the feel of the place.

Maybe, I'll hear a sound,
pick up on a smell.

You never know.

I know what will happen
if you're recognized.

I'll get my hair changed.
Put on dark glasses.

- I'll be a different girl.
- Yes, a dead one.

Three of my friends
are on that island.

And I might make the difference
between finding them or not.

It's my risk.
And I'm willing to take it.

All right.

You've been very helpful.
Thank you.

- What about Helene?
- I'm staying.

You always were the lucky one.

Hello.

Yes?

I'm sorry,
I didn't recognize you.

Don't be sorry. It's wonderful.

Good Lord!

Would you find us some
coffee and sandwiches?

I spent all my money
at the beauty parlor.

Hello.

Only one.
Well, give me the name.

Adrian

♪ -A-R-D-E-♪♪.

Tardets.

Port of Bastia. In Corsica.

Is Antoine here?

What do you want?

My name's Martin.
I believe that

I know. Come in.

Sit down.

Thank you.

- Antoine.
- Excuse me.

How did you find this guy?

I didn't. He was found for me.

What is it you want?

Do you know a farmer,
name of Adrian Tardets?

Pied-Noir left Algeria
when the Arabs took over

and bought a farm on
the other side of the island.

Some people say
the Arabs got it for him.

He and the Arabs are like this.

What's his place like?

It was rundown when he got it.

Now, who knows!

You can't get near it,
unless you are an Arab.

Larry Martin. Two rooms.

Yes, sir.

I'd like you to
place a call for me.

Tel Aviv. Right away, sir,
but it may take a while.

Please do the best you can.
It is important.

Yes, sir.

There is a call for you
on my phone.

Hello.

Well, did they
leave another number?

Try, please.

Hamlekh's in Paris.

I'll have the call
put through in my room.

Oh, no, please don't go.

Now look, you must be exhausted,

so why don't you go to sleep?

No, I'm not tired.

Are you trying to seduce me?

Yes.

You're not doing a bad job.

Oh, really? I'm not?

What do you think
I should do next?

Mmm, what you do next is

take five paces back.

Now, lie down on the bed.

Not like a lump!

Gracefully.

Then, I kiss you.

Close your eyes.

You might even sigh.

And then I put out the light.

And you go to sleep,
and I go to my room.

Oh, no, don't go!

Hello?

What are you doing in Paris?

- I'll be there.
- What happened?

Another film was delivered.

- Who was released?
- No one.

And no dead body.

Just a film.

When is the next
flight to Paris?

Can you get me a seat on it?
Just one.

No. You're going to
leave me here alone.

I'll be back tomorrow.
Now, now, go to bed!

"They demand
that a total boycott"

"be placed on every
export from Israel."

"My grandfather,
Charles Andre Fargeau,"

"must publish the names of
everyone who does business with Israel"

"from the largest companies
to the smallest shops."

"This will be the last film."

"If Black September is
satisfied with the world's reaction,"

"four months from today,
Gertrude Freyer will be released."

"Four months later,
Joyce Donnovan."

"And at the end of one year,
I will be set free."

Oh, no.

Oh, not a year.

Let them kill me.

Please.

I can't stand
another year like that.

Grandfather! Grandfather!

Tell them to kill me.
Tell them to kill me!

My name is Abdil Majid Hacam.

My companions and
I are desperate.

Our people are desperate.

And we have no other way
to call attention to our plight.

If it should become necessary
to execute one of the girls,

you will find two bodies.

The girl's and
her executioner's.

And if all the girls are killed

and I am the last left alive,

then I, too, shall take my life.

Did you see
the look on her face?

So brave.

Poor, poor kid!

Kill her.
She asked me to kill her.

Schloss.

Every day the Chancellor tells
me you are working on the case.

What are you doing? Answer me.

He's been working with me.

All right, then,
what have you been doing?

- Working with him.
- Don't get smart!

You know I can't tell you.

The hell you can't!

You tell me here now,

or I'll drag you up
before the Senate,

and you'll tell me there.

I'm a British subject.

I doubt you've the authority
to drag me anywhere.

But if you insist, I'll go.

And while I'm sitting
in Washington

answering a pack
of mindless questions,

you can arrange
your daughter's funeral.

You saw that film.

No government
will ever televise it.

We've come to the end.

Three little rich girls
for the State of Israel.

This entire fiasco was brought about
by Israel and the intrigue of Jews.

Why Donnovan Carter and I
have to suffer is beyond me!

Freyer!

That seems to ring
an ancient bell in my head.

Blame everything
on the Jews, right?

Nonetheless, I am positive
that public pressure

can force the film to be shown.

There are limits
to public pressure.

The film will not be shown.

And three weeks after your
daughter's body is delivered,

the world will forget
she ever existed.

- How much time do you need?
- Five days.

And if we don't agree?

I doubt you'll ever see
the girls alive again.

Now, I've work to do.

If I see anything in any paper
about this film

during the next five days,
you'll have my resignation.

Good day, gentlemen.

Did they decide?

Well, you didn't
convince Freyer.

He knows the film can be shown.

But Fargeau talked everyone into

going along with you
for five more days.

Really?
Fargeau's full of surprises.

He's not the only one, Martin.
Where are we going?

Corsica.

Having a cousin

who's Tardets' neighbor
shows great foresight.

We can only drive this far.

We have to walk
the rest of the way.

But I have two mules
to carry the equipment.

Martin, suppose
the girls aren't here.

What if this Tardets
is just an eccentric?

Then this is big trouble time.

And I'll be
blamed for it, right?

Which qualifies you
for a job with "Newsweek."

Dig.

I'm digging, I'm digging.

I'm digging.

Whenever this needle drops

water is flowing into
a storage tank

at the top of the house.

So the level in the tank drops.

Now, there's a ball-float valve

like inside a toilet,
in the tank.

It automatically opens
when the level goes down.

And shuts when the tank is full.

How do you know
which system they use?

It's the same
all over the world.

I'll cut the supply of water

sometime after dinner,
when they're washing up.

That way we'll know
the valve is open.

Why not do it now?

We don't know how big
the tank is.

If we cut the supply now
and they run out of water

they'll suspect something.

I don't understand it.

They haven't used any water
since six.

What the hell are they doing
up there?

Wait! There it is.

Where's that water coming from?

I thought that end
led to the house.

This is just the water
in the pipe draining out

because we're on lower ground.

All set.

When I turn this the gas
will go right into the house

through the open ball valve.

How much time will we have?

All the time in the world.

One minute after he
turns on the gas

every living thing in that
house will be sound asleep.

And they'll stay that way as
long as we keep feeding it in.

What about an overdose?

Impossible.

Martin, it's even odorless.

Believe me,
from here on it's easy.

Go ahead.

Okay.

Alright.

Let's go.

It's all right now.

I found these keys on him.

Thank God. They're fine.

Well, it seems we managed it.

Only half of it.

Sit down, Sloat.

Martin, did you know anything
about this foolish raid?

- I did, yes.
- Oh, I'm surprised.

Surprised and disappointed.

Isn't it obvious to you that it will
accomplish absolutely nothing?

You're in prison and you're
going to stay in prison.

I'd say that's
quite an accomplishment.

If I'm not released
at once, Martin

the girls will be executed.

The girls are free.

We raided
Tardets' farm yesterday.

Oh, that was a terrible mistake!

My next step will have to be
even more violent.

That's the law of terrorism.

What next step?

Without you,
Black September is finished.

Within a week they will strike
to force my release.

You're in Israel now, Sloat.

We don't make deals
with terrorists.

This will be the exception.

Black September has been
ordered to kidnap scores of children

from every country in the world.

And kill them one by one

until I'm released.

You're asking the Palestinians
to commit political suicide?

Their politics are suicide.

Do you think I would wish to
clear the desert of the infidel

in order to build
a pyramid to Lenin?

I seek the restoration
of the Faith.

All of Arabia united following
the laws of Mohammad.

And those Palestinians who
believe will have their place.

And those like Black September

who worship the false idol
of Communism

will be destroyed.

You intend to destroy the very
people who intend to save you?

They have turned their backs
on Allah.

Destruction is the punishment
he demands.

And they cannot avoid it.

They can avoid it
if we warn them...

Tell them what you're up to.

They'd never believe you.
You're the enemy.

They'll believe you.

We have everything.

Every word you've said.

I'm sure Black September
will find it fascinating.

Allah!

Allah the merciful.

God of mercy.

Why have you let them?

Why have you forsaken me?

Perhaps you embarrassed him,
Sloat.

What do you expect
to gain from all this?

Violence will not end with me!

Violence will only end when
Israel gives up or is destroyed.

Israel will never give up.

And we won't be destroyed,
my friend.

But perhaps without you
and the scum like you

who preach violence

both sides will be
able to sit together

talk and find a real solution
for peace.

Never! Allah will save me.

And Allah will save me
to destroy you.

Really? Well, I'm afraid you'll
have to wait for him in your cell.

We have work to do.
Take him out.

How much fuel do you have?

Four hours maximum.

Set the course for Algeria.
Maintain altitude.

Get Paris on the radio.

Tell them they have four hours

to release our three Palestinian comrades,
captured in Corsica.

Tell them, if Hacam,
Kateb and Cheikh

are not released
before we run out of gas

we will destroy this plane
and everyone on it.