All language subtitles for 13 - The Hostage

Walter A. Phelan,
American hotel magnate,

leaves the country today
after three weeks of discussion

with construction companies
and architects.

Plans have been finalized

for a chain
of moteIs and hotels,

the cost of which,
according to Phelan,

will be upwards
of $30 million American dollars.

Thanks, Fred.

You did a magnificent
job, Paris.

Walter Phelan, hotel magnate.

Perfect cover.

Well, the mission was successful

because of your cooperation.

Say good-bye to Jim
and the others for me.

I will. Thanks again.

Eagle Control
to police headquarters.

Eagle Control to police
headquarters.

We hear you-- go ahead, Eagle.

This is Robert Siomney, speaking
on behaIf of Jorge Cabal,

leader of the Popular
Revolutionary Front.

We have just abducted
Walter A. Phelan,

the American magnate.

PRF demands that
the following men,

now being held in the
government prison

at Cortina Barracks, be
immediately released.

Carlos Marchesi,
Rodolfo Torres

and Luis Cabal.

lf, within 24 hours,
these men are not freed,

Walter A. Phelan
will be executed.

Any trouble?

He didn't want
to accompany us, that's all.

Phelan is our guest.

Treat him as such.

Make yourseIf comfortable,
Senor Phelan.

Yes.

Yes, all right,
thanks very much.

I'll be in touch.

Fred Sanders,
the American Consul.

He says witnesses
saw Paris take a taxi

in front of the Consulate,

and then he was transferred
to a truck unconscious

a few blocks away,
as though he'd been drugged.

Jim, are you sure
there's no connection

between Paris's abduction

and the mission which
brought us here

in the first place?

Well, Paris's cover as
Walter Phelan was perfect, Dana.

It's just lucky that Siomney
took him when he did,

after we'd finished our mission.

Does Sanders have any idea
where Paris is right now?

No, but I think we have
to assume

they took him directly
to Cabal's headquarters.

That doesn't give us
a whole lot to go on.

That's supposed
to be a real stronghold,

and no one knows
where it's located.

So we've got nothing.

A... a big zero.

No, not at all, Dana.

Siomney and Cabal made a
mistake, and a very big one.

They kidnapped Paris,

not Walter A. Phelan.

Right.

So let's wait and see
what his move will be.

The kidnapping
of American hotel magnate,

Walter A. Phelan,
is acknowledged

to have been planned
and executed by Robert Siomney,

the onetime medical student,

now the self-proclaimed
"Apostle of Revolucion,"

whose tactics, ranging
from senseless destruction

to outright murder,

have terrorized
a dozen different nations.

The government is determined
not to submit,

especially since Jorge Cabal's
personal record

of murder and terror

is equaled only by that
of Robert Siomney's.

But today's crime
does bear one unusual aspect:

one of the three prisoners
whose release is demanded...

is Luis Cabal,

Jorge's only son.

The American...
I think he's dying.

(moaning)

That's how
I found him.

(panting)

(moans)

He'll feel better
in a few minutes.

You do feel better.

I'm laughing at you, Siomney.

The joke is on you.

I've got Hodgkin's disease.

Hodgkin's disease.

Lymphomatosis.

What is he
talking about?

A blood disease.

Destroys the lymph glands.

You're lying!

I wish I were.

Robert, I don't understand.

What do you take
for maintenance?

Vinblastine sulfate.

What do you know about it?

I once studied
medicine-- how much?

One and a half
milligrams a week.

Until a few minutes ago,

you showed no symptoms
whatsoever.

I'll be very happy to discuss
my symptoms with you, Doctor.

Some other time.

What does
all this mean, Robert?

It means, Senor Cabal,

that sometime
during the next 72 hours,

unless I get some
medication, you're going

to have a very dead hostage
on your hands.

And so, a dramatic new
turn of events

in the Walter A. Phelan
kidnap case.

The rebeIs have announced

they must have medication
for their prisoner,

or he will soon be dead
of Hodgkin's disease.

How did Paris ever manage
to simulate Hodgkin's?

I don't know, he must have
found something, Dana.

Some drug.

Maybe something growing wild

that would give him a chill
and a fever.

Then he told Siomney
it was Hodgkin's.

But Siomney was a
brilliant medical student.

Well, still, he'd need
a fully equipped lab

and two or three days
of complicated tests

to find out
whether Paris is lying.

Well, Paris and I talked about
Hodgkin's only a few weeks ago.

He probably figured
the only way we

could find out where
he's being held

was by delivering
the medication.

Hi.

Well, the government
absolutely

and categorically
refuses

to release any
of the three prisoners.

They're willing
to cooperate with our plan,

but only in return
for one thing.

We have to deliver
Robert Siomney.

Medicine ready, Doug?

This is supposed
to be vinblastine sulfate, Jim.

It's really plain old vitamin B,

but it's the same color
and texture.

Paris would need 15
milligrams of it

if he actually
had Hodgkin's

and missed
the maintenance dosage.

Mm-hmm.

The transmitter's in the cap.

It'll put out a 50 watt
continuous wave signal

up to 500 miles maximum.

Line of sight.

All right,
contact Robert Siomney.

Meet them
at Montalvo Bridge.

They guarantee
our courier safe return.

Idiots!

You radio them back

that I have no intention
of meeting them anywhere.

Tell them to pack the medicine

in a parachute canister
and place it aboard an aircraft.

It's to contact you
when airborne

for further instructions.

Radio contact must be made
with the aircraft

in exactly one hour
and 20 minutes.

All right.

You actually enjoy this,
don't you?

You should be over a body
of water any moment.

When you reach it,

turn to a heading
of 220 degrees

and begin descending
to 1 ,000 feet.

Continue on that heading
and aItitude

until contacted again.

Eagle Control
to helicopter.

Eagle Control to helicopter.

Come in, Eagle.

There's an open field ahead
of you on the same heading.

You'll see an orange marker.

Dispose of the canister
over that marker.

When you have done so
immediately,

I repeat immediately,

turn 180 degrees

to a heading of zero four zero
and climb to an aItitude

of 5,000 feet.

Proceed on that heading
and at that aItitude

for 15 minutes
before returning home.

Roger, Eagle.

We'll wait...

till it's far enough away,
and too high to see us.

The signal is holding, Jim.

Movement has terminated
at map coordinates E-15.

Watchdog calling High Flyer...

This is High Flyer, Watchdog.

Where is our quarry?

The quarry is located
in the Ysidro Hills,

village of San Estoban.

Map coordinates E-15.

Roger, Watchdog.

You'll have your snapshot
as soon as I land.

Over.

U-2 will photograph
the village

from 70,000 feet.

Be completely invisible and
inaudible from the ground.

You should have stuck
to medicine, Siomney.

I can only wish you
the best of luck

in this undertaking.

You don't think much of our
chances, do you, Comandante?

There's no question your
plan has imagination,

but the people you are dealing
with are ruthless.

They have nothing to lose.

What can one do
with such people?

Well, you are
in charge now.

For the next 24 hours.

Bring them into the
holding room, please.

Uh, due to the sensitiveness

of the present situation
between the government

and Jorge Cabal's
rebel faction,

involving as it does,
a citizen of the United States,

the government has assigned

Colonel Leon Tiba

of the Inspector General's
office, Department

of Courts and Prisons,

as Special
Prosecutor.

Colonel Tiba will remain

at Cortina Barracks
for the duration

of this crisis.

Colonel Tiba.

I have been authorized to issue
the following statement:

the ransom demand, that is the
release of the three prisoners,

Carlos Marchese,

Rodolfo Torres and Luis Cabal,

is hereby categorically
rejected.

Now, therefore, I,

Leon Tiba, using the powers
vested in me,

do charge the three
above named prisoners

with the crime of
intended murder,

as accomplices,

inform them they have been found
guiIty of such crime

and are sentenced
to summary execution.

The executions will commence
tomorrow morning

at 6:00 a.m. Carlos Marchese

will face the firing squad.

At 9:00 Rodolfo Torres.

At 12:00 noon, Luis Cabal.

Any or all of these sentences
may be commuted

at any time prior to 6:00 a.m.

until 12:00 noon,

with the release, unharmed
and in good heaIth,

of Walter A. Phelan.

Jorge, that man is not worth
the life of your son.

I've already told you,
Luis is in no danger.

And who is this Colonel Tiba,
anyway?

A minor department functionary.

The government is obviously
bluffing.

Senor Phelan,

the government has
apparently decided

that your life is expendable.

They've issued us an uItimatum:

unless we release you
the three prisoners

including Cabal's son
will be executed.

I'm offering you the chance

to send a message
to your government.

Remind them you're
an American citizen.

They won't submit
to your blackmail.

You will tell them
that you are in good heaIth

and are being treated well.

This is Walter A. Phelan.

I'm in good heaIth

and have been well treated.

I've received medication
for my illness.

So that's under control.

I'd like to take this
opportunity

to convey a personal message
to my family.

All right.

Especially to my son, Ricky...

whose 12th birthday is tomorrow.

Be a good boy, son.

I love you.

And, uh, to Helen,

my wife, I send my dearest love.

Church...

30 yards... headquarters...
cell in between.

Mean anything to you,
Barney?

This is a drawing from
the U-2 photograph.

Here's the church.

This building here,
with the jeeps

and the trucks in front of it

must be Cabal's headquarters.

Now this is 30 yards
from the church.

This is the building
where Paris is.

Now, Dana, the newspapers
have been notified.

They know that Anita
Lugano is on her way

to Cortina
Barracks.

Good luck.

Here she is,
she's arrived!

Anita Lugano has
just arrived...

Senorita Lugano,

will you give us
a statement?

Please.

All I want is to see Luis.

Then it is true,
Senorita Lugano.

You're here to plead
for Luis Cabal's life?

Yes, I want to save him.

Senorita Lugano,

this way please.

It is doubtful in this
reporter's mind...

Anita Lugano...

Lugano.

Do you know her?

Luis had many girls.

I didn't know he was serious
about one of them.

Why should this particular one
plead to Tiba for his life.

I don't know and I don't care!

Being there,
perhaps she can help him.

She loves him,

that's all that's
important.

From here on you'll
probably run

into PRF roadblocks.

Then I'll have no trouble
finding my way

into the village.
None.

Your transportation
will be a car

that Luis Cabal was driving
when he was arrested.

Dana...

be careful.

Jorge Cabal is an old
revolutionary,

he has some scruples
but all Siomney wants

is a confrontation.

He'll kill Paris and he'll kill
you if it serves his purpose.

I'll be careful.

Good luck.

Three minutes to go.

And here in the Colonnade
section of Cortina Prison

there's an air
of hushed expectancy.

Here he comes!

Carlos Marchese has appeared,
senors y senoritas.

His arms are manacled
behind him.

There is a guard
on either side of him.

His expression can only
be described as grim,

as that of a man who knows
he's facing certain death.

It is warm here
in Cortina Prison,

promising a very hot day,

one that this man
will never see unless,

at this last minute
the government

of rebel Chieftain
Jorge Cabal relents

and releases the American,
Walter Phelan.

Carlos Marchese,

you have been found guiIty
of the crime charged,

that of being an accomplice
to the crime of intended murder.

You have been sentenced to death
by the firing squad,

and that sentence is hereby
ordered to be carried out.

May God have mercy
on your soul.

Please...

why do you do this?

I-I beg you!

Please, please, Colonel Tiba,

oh, please spare me,
I beg you.

I don't want to die!

Please!

Carlos Marchese was
the godfather of my son.

Be brave, Carlos, be brave.

Please!

Please!

Please.

Marchesi's been moved
from the Colonnade section

into the ancient
prison courtyard.

He appears to have collapsed,

so the guards are forced
to carry him to the stake,

the site of executions

since the time of King Alfonzo.

First, the ropes.

And then,
the traditional black hood.

Ready.

Aim.

Fire!

Ready.

Aim.

Fire!

And so, just seconds ago,

Rodolfo Torres met his death,

like Marchesi before him.

Where are you
going, senorita?

San Estoban.

What is your business
in San Estoban?

Sergeant!

This is Luis Cabal's car.

I helped him build
this compartment.

It is to hide guns.

Sergeant, I am
in a desperate hurry.

Where did you get this car?

Sergeant, I told you
I am in a hurry.

Now, either you let me
go through

or personally explain
to Jorge Cabal

that you refused admittance

to his son's future wife.

I will have my
man drive you in.

Juan!

Well, look at Torres.

Well, he had...

Uh, Comandante, has
there been any word

from Cabal
or Siomney?

Uh, gentlemen,
this is Mr. Douglas Lang,

personal representative
of the United States government.

Sir, do you carry a message

from the White House
to our government?

No, the only message I carry
from the Chief Executive

is that he deplores
the brutality and savagery

of men who barter
with human lives.

What is your exact mission,
Senor Lang?

To try and negotiate
the release

of an American citizen,
Mr. Walter A. Phelan.

Senor Lang, have you contacted
Robert Siomney yet?

I can't answer that,
I'm sorry.

Have you spoken
with the government regarding...

That's all
for now, gentlemen.

Mr. Lang and l
have a great deal to discuss

and very little time
in which to do it.

Excuse us.

Senorita Lugano.

Yes, I-I... I want
to see Jorge Cabal.

On what business?

I will tell that
to him personally.

No, you will
tell it to me.

Who are you?

Robert Siomney.

The man who is murdering Luis.

I saw you on
television.

You're a very
brave young lady.

Also a very foolish one
to think

that I would
take your word.

Put her away.

No, let go of me!

I want
to see Jorge Cabal.

Let go of me!

Please!

I want to see Jorge Cabal.

Please, I just want
to see Jorge Cabal.

Oh, please... please,
what are you doing?

I just want to
see Jorge Cabal.

Oh, please.

Hello.

Hello.

Are you all right?

Yeah, so far.

How about you?

Depends on Cabal.

Siomney doesn't trust me.

But she comes from Luis!

How do you know?

None of this
makes any sense.

How is it that you
yourseIf didn't know

that Luis had a fiancee?

The car is his.

Exactly-- the car is his.

Have you asked yourself
how she acquired it?

She has his car.

She knew where you were.

Luis told her.

Exactly-- Luis told her.

Otherwise, how could she know?

You see how simple it is?

Too simple.

I know your son better
than you do.

Luis is far too clever
to tell her where you are.

That's enough.

She came from him.

That's what matters to me!

Luis said if anything
ever happened to him,

I was to go to his father.

He said his father
would know what to do.

Please, senor,
surrender the American.

Save Luis's life.

Luis is a soldier.

Luis is your son!

We're fighting a war.

The Americans are sending
a special representative.

Any minute now, we'll hear
of Luis's release.

Don't listen to him!

What does he care if Luis dies?

He'll kill the American
as he promised,

and he... and he'll tell
you he's proved his point.

Viva la revolution!

But your son is dead!

My son is a soldier.

I pity you, senor.

Radio message coming in.

One prisoner is enough.

Free her.

-Jorge...
-Free her!

The personal representative
of the United States government

wishes to speak
to Robert Siomney.

How do you do, Mr. Lang?

It is now 10:45.

In one hour and 15 minutes,
Luis Cabal

will be executed.

Only you can save him.

No, Mr. Lang, only you can.

The government has
just informed me

that their decision
is irrevocable.

Luis Cabal will
not be released.

Then Walter Phelan will die.

We have nothing further
to say.

He may just break
at any minute.

When the girl's
alone, kill her.

Luis, are you willing
to die?

No one is ever willing
to die... Colonel.

There's still time
to save your life.

If you made a personal
plea to your father.

The whimpering of a coward.

You have less
than 20 minutes.

Take him to Father Sanchez
for his final confession.

Jorge Cabal...

I make a final appeal to you.

You have seen with your own eyes

what happened
to Carlos Marchesi,

Rodolfo Torres.

Do not let it happen
to your own son.

You, Jorge Cabal, and millions
of your countrymen

have seen your brave son
in his final minutes.

Save his life.

There is still time--
the radio channel remains open.

-Jorge...
-No.

You must love Luis
very much.

Because I pray for him?

I pray for us all.

For you,

for me, for us all.

When I was very young,

younger than Luis,

sometimes I would pray.

I also love Luis very much.

But you allow him to
die a senseless death.

Our cause, our struggle,

is more important,

far more important
than any one person.

Even my son.

I cannot forgive you, senor.

Perhaps He can.

He'll be out till tomorrow.

-You all right?
-Yeah.

This dries instantly.

How much time?

Three minutes.

All right, go get the
car, park it outside.

You'll have to stay out
of Siomney's way until we leave.

Okay.

Luis Pedro Cabal,

you have been found guiIty
of the crime charged--

that of being an accomplice

to the crime
of intended murder.

You have been sentenced to death
by the firing squad.

That sentence is hereby
ordered to be carried out.

May God have mercy on your soul.

Leave it on.

Jorge, there's no need
to watch this.

Leave it on!

Kill the American.

It's all right, Paris.

It's me.

Curare compound.

Take it right now,

you'll be dead
for about 15 minutes.

No, not that.

I'm not afraid
to see death come for me.

Ready?

Aim.

Comandante!

Hold your fire!

Order! Arms!

I'm Douglas Lang,

representative of the government
of the United States.

At the White House's
special request,

Comandante Tiba

has been ordered to grant
Luis Cabal a 15-minute reprieve.

We ask Jorge Cabal
and the PRF to reconsider.

Release your hostage,
and Luis Cabal's

death sentence will be commuted.

We await your decision.

What was that?

Siomney!

The American.

What have you done, you...?

What do I say to them?

That their man is dead?

Say anything, Jorge,
but beg them to spare Luis.

Huh.

This is Jorge Cabal.

I regret to inform you

that Walter Phelan was killed
attempting to escape.

Do you hear me?

Your man is dead!

He was trying to escape.

The government will accept
a substitute for Mr. Phelan.

If Robert Siomney,

and his executioner--
the man known as Frederico--

are delivered to our
representatives before midnight,

Luis Cabal's death sentence
will be commuted.

Jorge, call off these fools.

There's very little time.

We must have your decision
immediately.

Will you release my son?

He will serve out his original
sentence, but he will live.

Robert Siomney

and the other man
will be delivered to you.

You'll die for this, Jorge.

Very well.

Bring them to the border
of Ysidro province

on route nine.

Also, Phelan's body
so that it can be returned home.

Our representatives
will be waiting.

No, Robert.

You will die.

Don't be too hard on Frederico.