Original subtitles

- What happened, Klausmann?

I got a message in Miami

to catch a ride back with Cliff, - Why?

- You know why, Rikki.

You've been stealing from me, Rikki.

You've taken a cut off every shipment

for the last six months!

- That's bullshit, Reyes!

You know it is.

- Finish it!

- You lying son of a bi..!

- Come on, do something!

- I will.

Real soon, now.

- That's enough.

I want to talk to you first thing in the morning.

- Yeah, you owe me money, Reyes!

- Get to work!

- Get to work!

- There won't be an election.

- I hope.

- Still, with Marcelo stirring up the students and workers,

there's bound to be strikes, riots.

- And the generals will have to step in.

- When the army takes over, you'll need my cooperation.

Otherwise, your problems are only beginning.

- I can take care of my own problems.

You remember that.

- And you remember this, Gonzalo.

Las Palmas is my territory.

- But you are on my territory now, Lujan!

One word from me and you are dead!

Your corpse will fertilize the coca crop!

It will save us some horse shit.

Put the damn thing out!

Do you want to blow us all to hell?

We will discuss this further at the polo game, Mario, hmm?

- Of course, Gonzalo.

That is the way gentlemen do business.

- How are you, Cliff?

- You owe me for the last shipment, Reyes.

100 grand.

- How would you like to make twice that much

in a few hours?

Marcelo Villalba.

A big mouth leader of the Social Party.

He writes for a newspaper,

a little rag called El Diario.

A troublemaker.

- Yeah?

So what?

- You're going to kill him.

- I don't think so.

- I'm ordering you.

- I fly for you, Reyes!

That's it.

Why don't you call Klausmann,

he's your trained Doberman Pinscher.

- You don't have a choice.

I've got your plane.

- Oh, I'll get my plane.

And I'm also gonna get all the money you owe me.

- And how do you propose to do that?

- You just keep right on fucking with me, Reyes,

and you'll find out.

- For this paste, 90 a kilo.

- Lujan pays 100.

- Forget Lujan, 90 a kilo.

- No sense in wasting the trip, I'll take it.

- Smart boy!

- People who sell to Lujan, accidents happen to them.

- You're an accident, my friend.

You can ask your mother.

Cliff, how're they hanging?

- What are you doing here?

- Rikki wasn't ripping Reyes off.

You were, you and your pal, Wilhelm.

When Reyes got suspicious, you framed Rikki for the job.

Give me a ride to Urubamba?

- Yeah, well, hop in.

- If he talks to Reyes, you and I are dead!

Get to Urubamba.

- I take care of the bastard.

- He knows you.

You find Miguel, give him 5000.

- And what about Bailey?

- Get going, I will take care of Bailey.

Oswaldo, Oswaldo!

- Cliff, keep your pecker dry.

- Muchas gracias, senora.

- Take my Rolex, best price anywhere.

- I got flake or rock, take your pick.

- Jorge, come on!

- Hey, Gringo, look.

- No thanks.

- Cliff!

- Hey, Kenny. - How you doin'?

- Still flying for big bills.

- Still flying.

- Que tal, Cliff?

- Bien.

- How goes it, amigo?

- Remember those two packages I gave you?

- Sure.

- I'm gonna need 'em.

- I'll fetch 'em before you leave.

Goddammit, Cliff, that window cost me 200 bucks,

special order!

What am I supposed to do with it?

- Make it into a lamp.

Picked the wrong mean son of a bitch!

I don't like it when people point guns at me.

Makes me a little crazy.

- Hey Ace, buy a girl a drink?

Cliff?

- What are you doing here?

- What about that drink?

- Yeah.

Kinda thirsty.

- Yes?

Dammit!

- I'm surprised you even bothered to look me up.

- Don't flatter yourself, Ace.

I've been here five weeks already.

I'm on a story, six parts.

- Coke.

- Good guess.

So, you still working for Reyes, congratulations.

You must be very rich by now.

- Yeah, I get by.

- Maybe you can get me an interview with him.

- He and I aren't exactly

on the best of terms at the moment.

As a matter of fact, he just sent me a message.

I sent it back.

Come on, I need a lift into Las Palmas.

- I gotta talk to some people first.

- Fine by me.

- Ah, take it easy, Ace.

Call me.

- Yeah.

Maybe I will.

- Keep moving.

- I never run over a good looking broad.

It's against my religion.

- Give us a lift?

- I'll give ya a lift!

- Move this shitcan!

- Gimme the money!

Don't even think about saying it!

I hate it when guys say, "What money?"

- You are a stupid son of a bitch.

- So long, sucker!

- What is it?

- It's an old family heirloom.

- Move it, out!

- Franco, put this stuff somewhere safe for me,

you know what I mean?

- Mm, mas o menos.

- Mas o menos!

Suddenly, it all becomes crystal clear, ey?

- I give you the leader of the Social Party,

Marcelo Villarba!

- The government of the Social Party

will be a government of the people,

and the first act of our government

will be to stop those responsible

for the exploitation of the people!

They allow the corrupters, the parasite,

the bloodsuckers!

But we do not fear to speak their names.

Gonzalo Reyes!

Gonzalo Reyes, a man who has sold the very good name,

the very soul of our nation for a handful of cocaine

and a fistful of dollars!

Mario Esujer Lujan!

Mario Lujan, who auctions off of the laws of our nation

to the highest bidder!

Mario Lujan, our valiant Chief of the National Police!

We will make some federal constables move!

We will exterminate the knightly generals,

the coke leaders!

The germs that feed on our nation's pride!

- Out, get out, come on!

Come on, quit it, get out from there!

Come on, woof woof!

Come on, come on you!

Move it!

- Marcelo!

- Forget it!

- Turn!

It won't go well for you

if Lujan's people find me here.

- Just keep still.

Cliff!

- Oh, maybe expecting somebody else?

So, this is where an American reporter lives in Las Palmas.

- Si.

- Very nice!

- This is Marcelo.

- Yeah, I know, I heard his speech this evening.

- And?

- You didn't get very far.

- Maybe another time, you have a chance to hear the rest.

- Maybe.

- Take care, Marcelo.

- Perhaps we'll see each other again.

- All right.

Senor Reyes?

It was Wilhelm on the phone.

He shadowed Cliff to a house in Las Palmas.

10 minutes after Cliff went in, Marcelo came out.

- Cliff!

The double-crossing son of a bitch!

What the hell is he trying to pull?

- He's crazy, and there is only one cure

for that sort of craziness.

- Marcelo is a friend.

He's one of the good guys.

- I thought all you reporters were supposed to be neutral.

- Captain Coke!

- You know I don't have to take this anymore.

- Sit down.

Sit down, you're giving me a stiff neck.

Dear old Cliff.

I got it in Caracas off some kid in the street, two bucks.

I wonder where he stole it from.

I thought you'd like it.

- I keep it because it helps me remember.

- You played so tough back then.

You didn't need anybody.

- I needed you.

Just never could seem to find the words to tell you.

Problem?

- Uh-huh.

- Still the same old Cliff?

- That's the problem.

- Yeah.

You may never see me again.

- I loved you, Cliff, I just despise what you're doing.

I still do.

What happened?

- Somebody took a wrong turn.

- Wilhelm is dead.

- Goddammit!

- I was wrong!

- ...hmm?

- And make it right!

- Miami.

- Yes, Cliff, get me Mario, would ya?

Listen, they had Rikki killed!

Yeah, that's right, so you think you can get him

on the damn phone?

Thank you!

Frank, now, Frank, I need to,

what, what are you talkin' about, Frank?

Frank, for, for Christ's sake,

I got it stickin' out, and you wanna break it off!

You, well, Frank, I'm the one that's down here!

Eh, Frank, Frank, would you listen to me first.

Frank, I'm in too deep, it's goin' down now!

- It's set, 20 minutes.

- Great, where?

- I'll let you know when we get there.

But here's ground rule number one, Ace,

I get first shot at the story.

First shot!

There's Marcelo now.

Cliff?

- Yeah.

- Are you all right?

- Hmm?

Oh yeah, yeah.

Great.

Did I tell you that Reyes offered me

200,000 bucks to kill that guy?

Let's go.

- Marcelo.

- Hello.

- How would you like to nail Reyes to the wall?

- I'd like that very much.

- Merry Christmas.

- What is it?

- A list of Reyes' partners in Miami.

A few of the Cubanos, and so on.

- Let me see.

- Names, dates, places, mierda!

Where did you get this?

- Oh, I collected it in my spare time.

Every young boy needs a hobby.

- There's enough evidence here

to put this man away!

Reyes will have no customers.

- Reyes will need no customers, Reyes'll be dead.

These men don't fool around!

- Are you giving this to me?

- No, no, no-no-no-no.

This is my insurance policy.

As long as I've got it, he can't afford to kill me.

What you get is a story.

- What about me?

- All right, uh, Marcelo, I think you should have--

- What about me?

- Janet, look, this thing is not over yet.

When I get through with these papers,

you can have 'em.

Do anything you want to them.

Write your goddamn story!

But until I give you the green light,

it's my game, my court, and my rules.

You got it?

- Are you finished?

- Yeah.

- I'm in.

- Marcelo?

- What do you want me to do?

- Uh, here, print that on the front page

of your newspaper tomorrow.

I'll take it from there.

Adolfo, how are you doing?

- Cliff, aw!

Cliff, you never asked for me, Cliff.

- No one's asked for you since 1962, Chica!

- You slut!

- At your service, from five to five.

- It's a new floor show, Cliff.

How do you like it?

- Great, me gusta.

You, uh, have a little accident, did ya?

- Well, it was no accident.

- No, no thanks. Bailey, don't you think you're getting

a little bit too old for this line of work?

Maybe you oughta quit, move back to the States.

- You're late!

You little creep! - Oh, my darling!

- I hope you brought me something!

- So how's your, uh, your buddy Lujan doing?

- Lujan's been firing up the army boys,

and they wanna run the whole shebang.

- Why don't you give them a call for me?

- Aw, you creep!

Stand up!

Heel!

Come on!

- I like to see a girl who enjoys her work.

Cliff, I got a few bad habits, but I ain't dumb.

I know what happened with Rikki.

That information is cheap in this town.

I got a feeling there's a,

there's a shitstorm coming down.

Huh, I don't wanna get caught in the middle.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I oughta quit.

- Maybe I can help you out.

- Bring me the telephone, Chica.

- Dial this, chico.

- That's the best telephone booth in Las Palmas!

- Miami, International Press.

Si, gracias.

Lenny?

- Your men find what was left of Wilhem last night?

- What do you know about that?

- Oh, not much, tried to kill me.

I wouldn't let him.

- You know I could arrest you for murder?

- Yeah, but you wouldn't do that to me.

I'm afraid you'll kiss me on both cheeks

and award me the Croix de Guerre.

How'd you like to put Reyes in a hole

he'll never climb out of?

- Lenny, listen to me now.

This is totally embargoed until I give you the word.

Do you hear me?

- Why would you help me?

- For the money,

'cause I'm holding an auction, and you're gonna wanna bid.

- Could I?

- Oh, yeah.

You'll know the first thing in the morning, my friend.

I'll be in touch.

Yeah, get him on the phone, would ya?

Listen, you know who this is, asshole,

so just get him on the damn phone, all right?

A-ha, Reyes!

You know, I've been feeling a little bad

about our relationship lately.

We don't seem to be getting along,

so I decided to send you a little love letter.

That's right.

Why don't you take a look

at the cover of El Diario tomorrow.

- Cliff?

- Hmm?

- Why did you fly for Reyes?

- Uh, researching my autobiography.

- Oh, yeah, what's it called?

- God Is My Copilot.

- You owe me some answers.

Cliff, what are you doing?

- My job.

You remember when Rikki and I

bought into that air taxi service?

- Sure.

And Gonzalo Reyes Jr. was one of your regular charters.

I thought--

- You thought that I was suckin' up to the kid

so that I could make some real money

flying coke for his old man, right?

- You're DEA.

- You're right, undercover.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- Because you never asked me.

Come on, Janet!

You know I couldn't tell you.

- What happens now?

- Well, according to the agency,

nothing happens now.

I've been pulled off the case

until after the elections.

- Oh, there won't be any elections.

Lujan will see to that.

- Not if I can see to Lujan first.

- This is just like Marcelo said.

They sit around playing politics

and Reyes keeps sucking his country dry.

- He's filling our country full of shit.

- He's got to be stopped.

- Stopped, hell, he's gotta be destroyed.

Looks like I'm elected.

- Got my vote.

- Hmm.

You know, uh, I wasn't quite finished with that.

- Yeah, you were.

- You goddamn bastard!

- Cliff, it's Senor Reyes.

- Yeah, well, tell him to hold his water.

- Just a moment, Mr. Reyes.

Just a moment, please.

- Franco, here, I want you to put this

back to bed for me, okay?

Yeah.

Hello?

- We should talk this over, Cliff.

Reasonably, like men.

- Like men?

What I want you to keep in mind, Reyes,

is that I set myself up a deadfall.

Anything happens to me, you're gonna be swimmin' in shit!

- Cliff, don't do anything we'll both regret.

Can you come out?

Two o'clock.

- Okay, I'll meet you at two o'clock.

- Yes, that's fine.

- Yes, Cliff, of course.

Very interesting!

Six o'clock this evening.

Yes, yes, I'll be in touch.

Ruiz, stakeout the men across the street

from the Boulevard Hotel.

I want to know as soon as the Americano Cliff goes out.

- Yes, my general.

- Come out!

- Uh-uh, no fighting in front of my place.

It scares the customers.

You keep giving me guns, Cliff.

Maybe I ought to open a shop on the side.

- Why don't you just make it into another lamp?

Klausmann's afraid I'm gonna tell Reyes

he was ripping him off.

- Maybe you should set his mind at ease.

- Fine.

- All right, now!

Get closer.

All right, Klausmann!

It's all right, Reyes is expecting me.

Open up.

- Who is she?

- My Aunt Irene from Odessa.

I promised her I'd show her the sights, now come on!

- Smartass, huh?

- It's over!

Who are you?

- My name is Janet Meade, Senor Reyes.

- What are you doing here?

- I'm a reporter, International Press.

I'd like to speak with you about certain--

- La camera!

- Wait a minute, Senor Reyes,

I'm here for a legitimate interview.

- You want an interview?

- Si.

- Okay, interview Rosita, she was Miss San Pedro 1983.

- Goddamn reporters, huh?

Oh, by the way, I killed Klausmann

on the way over here, I hope you don't mind.

So how's Gonzalo Junior doing?

Is he still knockin' up gringas at the University of Miami?

- Leave my son out of this.

- All right, all right.

I just thought that, uh,

maybe Maranetti's men might wanna look him up.

- What do you want?

- I want my plane and the money you owe me.

- Ah, 100,000?

- No, that was before.

The price has gone up since then.

See, your boys have had two shots at me already, Reyes.

Then there's Rikki, I kind of like the idea

of his folks getting a little something, you know?

Let's say, uh, two million dollars.

- I don't have that kind of cash on hand.

- Bullshit, Reyes.

A little friendly advice, don't fuck with me right now.

I got you by the short hairs, pal,

and I'm about to start pluckin'.

- How can I be sure that you-- - You can't.

- All right.

All right.

One of my men will meet you with the money--

- I'll tell you when, and I'll tell you where.

Ciao!

- Cliff?

- That's right, yeah, listen, Lujan.

I wish to report a crime.

- Really?

- Yeah!

Somebody broke into my hotel room at the Boulevard.

- Hmm.

- Yeah, it's an awful mess.

All of my clean shirts got wrinkled.

Did you find what you want, you son of a bitch?

- It doesn't cost anything to try.

- Well, my friend, you see,

that's where you're wrong.

Reyes already bid two million,

but I'm raising the price 'cause you pissed me off.

- Ah, come on, Cliff!

- How about 2.5?

- Cliff, that's getting too expensive.

- Tough shit!

Listen, you get it up by eight o'clock,

or you're gonna miss the chance of a lifetime.

- Oh , I knew you would come back to me!

- Where's Bailey, Lola?

- He'll be back.

A drink?

- Yeah, fine, fine. - Mm-hmm.

- Lola, forget the drink.

Turn that up.

- This special report from Miami

courtesy of USA Network News.

- Drug Enforcement Administration agents

today raided this building,

arresting five men and seizing nearly 500 pounds of cocaine

worth an estimated $7 million.

Kathy Heron in West Palm Beach--

- Come on, keep it down, would ya?

- This is the home of Carlo Maranetti,

the Cuban mafia boss arrested this afternoon--

- Silencio!

- Has moved a copyrighted story

by correspondent Janet Meade--

- Oh, Lenny, you son of a bitch!

- Maranetti to Gonzalo Reyes,

alleged to be the largest cocaine exporter in South America.

- Dammit, Janet!

- Cliff!

- Lola, when Bailey gets back,

I want you to tell him to stay put and straight

till he hears from me, all right?

Marcelo?

Marcelo?

Marcelo?

- Cliff, look out!

- When we didn't find the stuff in your room,

I figured Marcelo had it after all.

I was wrong, nobody's perfect.

Let's go!

If you won't tell me where those papers are,

then I'll enjoy finding out!

- Fuck you.

- Taxi!

- Get up!

- Vamos!

- Okay, once more.

Where are those papers?

- I forget.

- Are you sure?

- Positive.

- Where's Hernando?

- I don't know.

- Perhaps this will help your memory.

- Hernando!

Gringo Bailey, do you know where I can find him?

- Come with me.

- Ah, no, another way.

- Yes.

- Stupid asshole!

- Can you understand me?

- Yes.

- Look at this.

Cliff, I give up, I'm going to kill you.

Talk

or die.

- I'll talk.

Drop it!

Take those cuffs off.

Tell him!

You tell him or I swear to Christ I'll break it right off!

- Do as he says!

- Come here, come on!

Now turn around.

Marcelo?

Get out!

Now!

- Is this is the way that you call a taxi in your country?

- Sure, sure, when?

When for God, ho!

He just walked in, thanks for calling, kid.

- Hey, look, we gotta talk.

- Did you have an accident?

- This was no accident.

- Que pasa?

- Sorry, Lola.

- Oh, Cliff, uh, are you all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine, I just need to use your room

for a couple of minutes, okay?

- Sure, sure, just a few minutes, huh?

- Rapido, rapido!

Gracias!

- His friend, uh, Hernando, called.

Gomez has got Janet.

I'm sorry, Cliff.

- Shit!

- No.

- Marcelo, I want you to stay here

at least till tomorrow morning.

Keep an eye on him, would ya, Bailey?

Franco at the Boulevard's got my package

with all the stuff on Reyes.

Go ahead and take it, Marcelo, it's yours.

Pick it up for him, would ya, Bailey?

- Sure, Cliff.

- But Janet is in danger!

- Don't you think I know that?

Reyes ain't in the mood to make no deals now.

There's only one way she's gonna

get out of this thing alive.

- What are you going to do?

- Inside that package, Bailey, is an envelope.

It's got your name on it.

It's also got enough money to get you out of Las Palmas.

I'm gonna need your pickup.

- It's in the alley, you can use the back door.

- Thanks.

Anything else?

- Yes.

Good luck, my friend,

and thanks.

- Yeah.

- I'll see ya in the States.

- Maybe we'll have lunch.

El Gringo Bailey.

- Sure.

- And the other package in there,

I want you to make sure that he gets it, all right?

Here, him and nobody else.

- Right.

- Get me an outside line.

- Yes, Cliff.

- Yeah, I got what you want.

- And I've got what you want, Cliff.

- Listen, you just tell me when and where.

- At the refinery in two hours.

Tonight's shipment, it goes out on schedule.

- I haven't finished working on my plane.

- Take Cliff's plane, he won't need it.

- You know what you are, don't you?

- Yeah,

the winner.

- That old family heirloom, huh?

Thanks, Dad, I owe you one.

- You bastard!

- Sorry.

All set?

- As soon as I'm loaded up.

- Hey, you!

How much longer?

- Enrique, what's the problem?

- Gomez!

- Cliff, he killed Enrique.

- Just find the son of a bitch.

- He's somewhere around here!

Turn off those goddamn lights!

$10,000 to the man who shoot him down!

- Cliff,

I know you can hear me!

You've got three minutes to show yourself

or you and the bitch can rot in hell!

- Come and get me, asshole!

- Kill him!

- Go get him!

- Good evening.

We're gonna play a little game.

You repeat everything I say, and I won't kill you.

Listen up.

Go on, listen up!

- Listen up!

- I found him.

- I found him!

- Everyone come here.

- Everyone come here!

- Vamos!

- Come on!

Vamos, vamos!

- I lied.

- $100,000, Gomez, for you kill him.

- That's a lot of money.

Well, you won't be able to collect it.

- Drop your gun!

Drop it!

- All right, now you shoot anything that moves.

Come on!

- It's not gonna work!

- Like hell it's not!

- You look like shit.