Original subtitles

This film is the result of historical and journalistic research.

Because of controversial grey areas in Carlos‘ life,

the film must be viewed as a fiction

tracing two decades in the life of a notorious terrorist.

His relations with other characters have been fictionalised as well.

The three murders in Rue Toullier are the only events depicted in this film

for which llich Ramirez Sénchez was tried and sentenced.

The Drugstore Publicis bombing is still under investigation.

Paris, June 28th, 1973

Got time for breakfast?

I have to be at the theatre by 8.

Doubts remain as to the origin of the explosion

that killed Mohammed Boudia,

but the political context of the incident is clear.

Boudia was a fervent partisan of the Palestinian cause.

Some people even maintain

he ran the "Black September" terror cell in France.

Arab sources place this car bombing

in the series of assassinations

undertaken by Israeli secret service

that claimed the life last January ofa Fatah delegate in Paris.

Beirut, one month later

Don't drive in circles. I know Beirut.

Head of the PFLP (Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine)

Paris, winter 1973

Head of the PFLP in Europe

Are you André?

Come in.

We'll work together. You in London, me in Paris.

Tell me nothing. No address, no number.

Choose a contact you trust, who can serve as a mailbox.

Can you use one?

I'm used to more serious weapons.

This is all I can offer.

Five? That's all?

London, a few days later

Something to drink?

Whisky.

I'll get it.

- Hurry and get that done. - I know.

- ls he punished? - No, but I stay on his case.

Having trouble at school?

- I failed a test. - Why?

I don't concentrate.

Why not? I told you O-levels were hard.

Anyway, if I flunk, I'll do like you.

How's that?

Teach Spanish. At least it's my language.

What do you mean?

I have a degree in Economy.

- From Moscow University! - And?

It's worthless!

- Says who? - Mom.

You told him that?

You can't deny it, llich.

No respect!

The chairman of the retailer Marks and Spencer

was seriously wounded yesterday at his home

when a masked man fired at him.

Vice president of the Zionist Federation,

Sieff has publicly sided with the Israeli cause.

PLO spokesman

You skipped the demonstration against Pinochet's coup.

They bore me shitless and serve no purpose.

Demonstrations never change a thing.

Chileans need to know we're behind them.

The Chilean generals and the CIA don't care.

Where did picketing the coup in Uruguay get us?

They're still killing the Tupamaros. It's war.

It can't be won by picketing.

How then?

There are other methods.

Such as?

Words get us nowhere.

It's time for action.

What kind of action?

We have to commit.

Commit to what?

To the revolution.

How do you mean?

By covert actions?

By resistance.

I've formed a group.

I want you to join us.

What kind of group?

I can't tell you yet.

But we're not nihilists.

We want to do good.

llich, fighting capitalism with guerrilla means is romantic,

but doomed to failure.

No more desperate causes. They lead nowhere.

- So we do nothing? - ls that what I do?

You talk politics in London cafes.

ls that the answer?

While they kill our comrades in Chile and Jordan.

I told you what I saw.

The balance of power is against us.

- A myth. - Not true. Look at Che!

He ended up dead. Despite his experience!

Why fight the right in Latin America?

You think Latin American dictators operate alone?

Gringos pull the strings.

Overthrow them and imperialism still wins!

I'm advocating an internationalist struggle

uniting revolutionaries the world over.

Look how the Vietcong disgraced the gringos.

Squashed them like shit.

The balance of power isn't against us.

The fight I propose will lead us to glory.

Glory? That's what you want. To be admired!

That's what drives you.

Bourgeois arrogance hidden behind revolutionary rhetoric!

Just another selfish, two-bit pef/t-bourgeo/s!

I'm talking about true glory.

Not what the Zionist media drones on about.

But the pleasure of doing one's duty in silence.

Behind every bullet we fire, there will be an idea.

Because we act in harmony with our conscience.

You say I'm arrogant? I guess I am.

For defending the innocent.

You know what? Look at me when I talk!

You'll be hearing my name a lot.

What's more,

it's no longer llich.

It's Carlos.

DST - Head of Anti-terrorism

French Customs. This way, please.

Come here.

What happened?

Our Japanese comrades were arrested.

We have to act fast.

ls everything ready?

This way.

It's all in here.

You'll take that suitcase to London.

Today.

What's in it?

What?

Weapons.

And documents.

Keep it at your place

until I come back.

Paris is no longer safe.

Now we meet André.

There's something you should know.

In Beirut they don't trust him.

He got orders to share his duties with me.

With you?

I thought you were too young.

I've shown them what I'm worth.

From now on, follow only my instructions.

Why is she here?

She's taking the valise to London by train.

- Any news from the Japanese? - None.

He's not picking up. The hideout was found.

The network's down.

There's nothing on them. They'll be deported.

Furuya talked. For sure.

I got instructions from Beirut.

The Japanese there are hysterical.

He knows too much. They want him back.

We'll help.

Why us?

At Lod Airport, they died for our cause.

We have a debt.

The Hague, Netherlands

A few days later

French Embassy in the Netherlands

September 13th, 1974

It's right here.

Turn left at the next light.

We missed the street.

Go back and make a left.

The Ambassador's car!

We're late. Carlos left.

- What now? - We go anyway.

Let's go.

Who are they?

I found him!

Just before 5 o'clock this afternoon

a commando of three members of the Japanese Red Army

stormed the French Embassy in the Hague

and took the Ambassador hostage, with eight members of his staff.

The Red Army immediately stated its demand:

the liberation of one of their men

from the Santé Prison in Paris.

Yes, I'll ask them.

Gentlemen, the news is bad.

They said no to a chemical toilet.

Given the circumstances, it would have come in handy.

Paris, Santé Prison

Head of the Anti-Gang Brigade

Tell this dickhead if anyone gets hurt,

I'll blow his brains out.

With the approval of Prime Minister Jacques Chirac.

Tonight the commando expressed further demands.

They want France to give them one million dollars

as well as the use ofa Boeing jet.

They'll take the Ambassador with them

after releasing the other hostages.

I understand the technical difficulties,

but their leader seems to careless.

If the ultimatum isn't met in an hour,

I can confirm that the commando

has chosen its first target: the Ambassador.

That is, myself.

Very well.

Paris, the next day

What are these dumb Japs up to?

- What's going on? - Time's up. No one's dead.

- Isn't Furuya in Holland? - So what?

There's no plane or crew! It's useless.

- What will you do? - Act for them.

Algerian-style. Sudden bloody terror.

It happened at 5:20pm

when the Drugstore St-Germain is packed.

According to witnesses, the assailant,

in the 2nd-floor restaurant,

threw a grenade to the floor below.

We didn't see corpses

but we saw lots of women and kids lying in pools of blood.

The police took them away.

AFP?

I attacked, in the name of the Japanese Red Army,

the Drugstore owned by the Jew, Marcel Bleustein-Blanchet.

Strike a deal with our comrades within 24 hours

or a movie theatre will be next.

This will be the only warning.

This Red Army is already notorious.

Recall, for example, the carnage at the Lod Airport in Tel Aviv

which left 26 dead and 86 wounded in 7.972.

The fanaticism of the Red Army...

I understand. I'll tell them.

At 10:30pm yesterday, after much suspense,

the Air France jet left the Amsterdam airport.

On board: the three Japanese terrorists armed with guns

plus Furuya and a ransom of 300,000 dollars.

That is, one and a half million francs.

Paris, two months later

Like I said, revolution is underway.

Thanks to a real, internationalist coalition.

I want to be part of it.

Welcome aboard.

In Colombia the April 19th Movement went underground.

You know their motto.

"For the people, with the arms, to the power!"

This is where I work.

Doing what?

I clean houses.

Three times a week.

But it's fine.

Need any money? I can help.

How?

I can't say now but...

|'|| help.

No more humiliating jobs.

November, 1974

Yasser Arafat at the U.N.

I come bearing an olive branch

and a freedom fighter's gun.

Do not let the olive branch fall from my hands.

Do not let the olive branch fall from my hands.

Do not let the olive branch fall from my hands.

German Revolutionary Cells

It's taking off!

Reuters?

I'm the spokesman for the Mohammed Boudia Commando.

This was just a warning.

Next time, the Zionist airline El-Al will be less lucky.

OK, pal?

Yes, boss.

Let's go.

There's a line.

- What happened? - I got held up.

In minutes,

Orly was surrounded.

Reinforcements arrived quickly.

In the evening, the Home Secretary, Michel Poniatowski, showed up.

A piece of paper slipped under the restroom door

stated the commando's demands:

a plane for tomorrow at 8am.

The operation's a failure.

And we weren't even mentioned!

Don't worry.

The message was sent.

Arafat knows we won't let him compromise.

He wants to punish the commando!

Don't worry about them.

They'll get a plane. They'll leave for Baghdad.

The Iraqis won't let them land!

It'll show they're involved.

No other capital will take them.

They won't abandon us. They're committed.

Ail night long, negotiations continue.

In the morning, a deal is struck.

A mother and child are set free.

The others will soon be let go.

And the plane leaves with the terrorists.

What's in there?

A Tokarev.

A Vzor 50.

Are you scared?

Why are you scared?

Weapons are meant to be touched...

and treated gently.

Touchit

A grenade.

You didn't learn this in Venezuela!

What's so funny?

You.

Why?

You and women...

You and guns.

That makes you laugh?

Weapons are an extension of my body.

Like my arms.

I learned that at training camp in the Bekaa Plain.

What else?

I also learned that...

to kill, you have to act fast

and aim straight at the nose.

I'll leave it here for a week.

You don't know what's inside.

I'll keep the key.

Beirut Airport

You travel to Europe often.

I told you. I import oriental rugs.

Don't you think we know?

You were at Wadi Haddad's.

I don't work for him.

So why were you there?

- I'm a middleman. - A middleman?

For whom?

Nourredine.

Who is Nourredine?

PFLP delegate in Europe.

Nourredine who?

I don't know.

I know only his first name.

You contact him?

No, he contacts me. Only when he needs me.

Does he pay you too?

Answer the question!

No one pays me.

It's for the Palestinian cause.

Your tip was good. He works for Haddad.

We have nothing on him. Fake passports.

Not enough to keep him.

So let him go.

They'll pick him up in Paris.

- And his bag? - I'll send Xeroxes to the DST.

Anselma...

She's gone?

Yesterday, for London.

And she kicked me out.

Really?

Yes. And she left you a letter.

- Not reading it? - No. No time.

- I know what it says. - What?

lnsufis. She's upset I slept with you.

Petit-bourgeois!

When we all slept together, she was liberated.

I can't touch her now. She put a curtain

between our beds.

Help me with the guns. They're not safe here.

We have to move them.

Get the bags from the bathroom.

Didn't you lose your keys?

ls that what I said?

When I kicked you out.

Well, I guess I found them.

Thanks.

Why?

For helping me.

Despite everything.

I'm not doing it for you.

It's for the revolution.

What happened?

Your other mistresses dump you?

Someone important was arrested in Beirut.

None of my hideouts is safe now.

Why me?

No one knows your address.

I can't be traced here.

Can I know what's inside?

Don't ask. I'll lie.

If I keep it, you tell me.

- I can't. - Why not?

If you're questioned, you won't know.

A favour for a friend.

OK.

Go get me cigarettes.

Please.

You took a direct flight.

- One lay-over is the rule. - It would have changed nothing.

Says who?

- Someone gave my name. - Who?

I don't know.

Mossad.

What's this bullshit?

The Mossad |D'd you?

Why did they let you go?

I said I was a middleman.

- They didn't buy it. - They have nothing.

Some fake passports.

Where are the documents?

Here, with me.

We have to put them in a safe place.

They don't know you. You'll do it.

I have a safety deposit box.

I'll erase our traces

in Geneva and in London.

London, Heathrow Airport

No news.

He said he'd call you from London.

I waited two hours, then I went out.

He got nabbed at Customs. For sure.

I spoke to Haddad.

He's disbanding the European network. It's getting too risky.

Paris, Orly Airport

I just got in. I dropped my bags off.

André disappeared.

ls he in Lebanon?

He panicked.

- Maybe he's hiding. - Exactly. What crap.

He's getting worse and worse.

- Don't overdo it. - I'm not, Nydia.

He puts us at risk. Look what happened at Orly!

He's irresponsible!

- You never complained before. - I was dumb!

But I warned them about him.

This asshole's dangerous. I've said it for a while.

German Revolutionary Cells

Safe trip.

Police!

Know him?

I've never seen him.

He was at your place. He had your keys.

A German lawyer. He does favours for comrades.

He's a good guy.

No reason to make trouble for him.

Find anything on the German?

Just the fake passport.

Says he's helping anti-Franco militants.

We'll deport him after the interrogation.

- And the Lebanese? - The hearing is on Monday.

I want to finish tonight. I'm seeing my family this weekend.

Give me a sec.

You said something in Lebanon

about working for "Nourredine", a PFLP delegate here.

I said I helped him out. That's all.

For the Palestinian cause.

Have you been in touch with him since?

You had documents for him.

I was questioned in Beirut. People found out.

He's suspicious.

I'll never hear from him again. For sure.

ls this Nourredine?

Don't say you don't know him.

It's not Nourredine.

Who is it?

A vague acquaintance.

A Peruvian playboy.

We go out drinking.

His name.

Carlos Martinez.

Where can we find this Carlos Martinez?

I just know his girlfriend.

A Venezuelan student.

Anselma Lopez.

Does he live with her?

I'm not sure.

Her address.

9 Rue Toullier. Near Boulevard St. Michel.

We'll check it out now.

We need to ID someone. Come with us.

Where are you going?

- To get my gun. - It's pure routine.

Too late to come back. We'll head home afterwards.

Bring the Lebanese along.

You see, Edgar is bourgeois. He talks about revolution

but all he cares about is studying international law.

He wants to be a corporate lawyer.

It makes me want to puke!

Why not leave him?

It's not easy. We're married.

Get divorced.

I can't. I have no money. I'd need a lawyer,

papers, and lots more.

Stay with him.

What is it?

Looks like cops to me. What do I do?

Go on, Leyma... Nice and easy.

Give me that.

Problem?

None. ls Anselma Lopez here?

She went to Venezuela two weeks ago.

Any more questions?

Can we come in?

Join us for a nightcap?

No, but I'll look at your passports.

Of course.

You're Carlos Martinez?

Peruvian?

That's right.

You know a Lebanese named Michel Moukharbal?

I don't know any Arabs.

He knows you. He gave us this address.

Strange. I hate Arabs.

But you have a Lebanese visa.

Several trips to Beirut.

I can travel, can't I?

This doesn't look familiar?

Should it?

Who is he?

I don't know.

- Not you? - Not me.

Looks like you.

For you, all Latinos look alike.

Don't be a wise ass!

Don't speak to me like that!

I'll call my embassy. They know my father!

- So this isn't you? - No, it's not!

What did he do?

We don't have to say.

Where is he?

In a car downstairs.

Go get him.

We'll see if he knows me.

Get him.

Are you sure you won't have a whisky?

Just a drop.

You don't hide your opinions.

We're internationalist militants.

Non-violent.

And you?

Your opinions?

No political opinions.

But you're a cop.

I protect honest citizens.

DST... DST...

Do you know him?

I've never seen him.

And you?

It's him.

The man in the picture.

I gave my attaché case to him.

Why?

Amparo!

Open up. It's me.

llich!

Get me a cigarette.

- What is it? - Check tomorrow's papers.

I'll hide here till I leave France.

Where's the suitcase?

- Under the bed. - Get it.

It's heavy.

Talk to me, please.

I need you to mail these first thing tomorrow.

- André was killed. - Who did it?

I did.

After his arrest,

he led the cops to Rue Toullier. I had to shoot my way out.

I said he was a fucking coward.

Carlos, leave Paris.

I have a place for tonight but the area's surrounded.

If they find me, they'll kill me like a dog.

How can I help?

Warn everyone.

Tell them to lie low till things die down.

And destroy any papers you have.

I can't talk. I'll call once I've left France.

Do you speak English?

Aden, South Yemen

Two months later

PFLP

What is this?

What?

We'll spend three weeks in the camp.

Training every day.

No liquor.

No cigarettes.

We'll make a new man of you.

We need well-trained fighters. We haven't much time.

Good thing we have our German comrades.

German Revolutionary Cells

German Revolutionary Cells

Frankfurt, West Germany

- When did you get in? - I landed three hours ago.

Know what's happening in Beirut?

I read the papers.

It's never been so bad for the Palestinian resistance.

In Beirut, it's the last stand.

The Jews

and collaborators from moderate Arabs countries

are set on destroying our comrades.

Oil-rich countries could help us.

But they're scared. They won't commit.

We're planning a mission to bring them to our side.

What kind of mission?

Take OPEC ministers hostage during the Vienna conference.

That's sheer madness.

We'll be killed before we reach the ministers!

No.

It's difficult, but realistic.

We have reliable contacts on the inside.

The PFLP knows their security system.

We'll disenable it... before they can react.

The countries will then negotiate.

Our allies will be in a position of power.

Why me?

Wadie Haddad chose Carlos to run the operation.

The Revolutionary Cells are supplying two men.

Carlos demanded you be one of them.

He trusts you.

Who's the other?

It will be a woman.

Nada.

I hope you know what you're doing.

Vienna Station

December 17th, 1975

Arrival of the Iraqi delegation at the OPEC conference

Number 3: Youssef.

You'll take a Tokarev and melenite.

Once we're in the conference room,

detonate it only if I give the order.

You'll have one machine gun

and two hand grenades.

Carlos scares me. Life means nothing to him.

He's a soldier. A leader.

You're under his command.

I'm a political militant. I hate armies and soldiers.

I fight for a cause.

So does he.

I wish I were so sure.

For your birthday.

Drink it tonight and think of me.

It's time. They're here.

Oil Minister of Saudi Arabia

PART ONE

This film is the result of historical and journalistic research.

Because of controversial grey areas in Carlos‘ life,

the film must be viewed as a fiction

tracing two decades in the life of a notorious terrorist.

His relations with other characters have been fictionalised as well.

Vienna, December 21st, 1975

Inspector Janda here! Attack at OPEC!

Hands up! Turn around!

You a cop?

Youssef! The explosives! Now!

Set them off only if I say so!

Understood?

Khalid!

Find Yamani?

Not yet.

Dr Hernandez Acosta...

You can stand.

Oil Minister of Saudi Arabia

Oil Minister of Iran

In the back, on the left.

Faster!

No talking!

Move it!

I don't get it.

What is it?

Someone's wounded. There are terrorists.

Oil Minister of Algeria

It's a serious wound.

He needs to be operated immediately.

Take him to the police.

Send him to the hospital. Then come back.

Do I have your word?

You do.

Are you a hostage?

Don't move!

Austrian Chancellor

Home Secretary

The terrorists

have requested that the Libyan Ambassador mediate.

But he's in Prague.

The head of the commando shot a Libyan delegate.

It seems Qaddafi is furious.

The Iraqi charge’ d'affa/res has offered to take his place.

We have no choice.

We must buy time and save lives.

A DC9 will be ready at dawn.

Keep the other countries informed.

I am, but they're at a standstill.

The PLO made a statement condemning the raid.

Only Algeria is willing to help us.

I must speak with President Boumedienne.

He's awaiting your call.

Know why Carlos is my nom de guerre?

No, I don't.

For President Carlos Andrés Pérez.

He nationalised the oil industry

as well as the mines.

He redistributed wealth to the needy.

Considered education the Third World's main weapon.

He's a revolutionary.

His methods are... rather different from yours.

Perhaps.

I joined the internationalist struggle.

But our convictions are the same.

He's a man of peace

with great respect for human life.

So am I.

Men of honour have nothing to fear.

Only traitors need be afraid.

What traitors?

You know full well.

Venezuela's role in OPEC is very clear.

The role of the organisation is to help

Third World countries in their development.

Not to support imperialists

in maintaining oppression.

Relax.

Only Amouzegar for Iran

and Yamani for Saudi Arabia will have to pay.

The others will be spared.

A group calling itself

the Armed Wing of the Arab Revolution

which is holding the OPEC ministers hostage,

has prepared a declaration in French.

Austrian radio will now broadcast

the full statement released

by the Armed Wing of the Arab Revolution

of December 21, 1975:

"It is now clear for everyone

"that the crucial Arab cause

"concerning the Palestinian question

"and subjected to its consequences

"is the object ofa major plot

"aiming to legitimise

"Zionist existence on our land

"and to consolidate division, weakness

"and dissension in the Arab world,

"and particularly

"in the region neighbouring the occupied Palestinian territory

"in order to allow the aggressive Zionist state

"to execute its expansionist projects.

"In addition to these manoeuvres

"aimed at forcing Arab and Palestinian recognition

"regarding its legality, the Zionist state..."

Excuse me.

I'm not Muslim and I'm famished.

Don't you think...

what the revolution needs

is money and not corpses?

What are you saying?

Your hostages are more valuable alive than dead.

Know what, Dr Hernandez?

Let me be clear.

I'm very well paid.

I have nothing to gain by sparing these dogs.

Understood?

Enjoy your sandwich.

An agreement has been reached

with the hostage-takers.

Every Foreign Secretary

as well as the heads of state

whom I personally consulted

agrees to the measures we have taken

with no restrictions whatsoever

and is grateful to Austria.

In exchange for the release of all OPEC employees

residing in Austria?

and not only the Austrian citizens,

currently held by the terrorists,

the commando will be supp/led with a 0C9.

Their destination?

Algiers.

President Boumedienne has generously offered to mediate

in hope

0f bringing this to a close and saving human lives.

We extend our thanks to him.

He's in an ambulance. On his way to the airport.

We will not leave

until he's on board. Understood?

If we'd asked for a belly-dance, he'd have done it.

Nada!

It's OK.

Control tower.

They want to talk to you.

They say we're authorised to land.

And to use the President's spot.

ExceHenL Tell them we're very honoured.

The Foreign Secretary, Abdelaziz Bouteflika,

will negotiate the hostages‘ release.

Nothing to negotiate.

We free who we have to,

we refuel and we leave.

President Boumedienne will meet you in the reception room.

He'll make you an offer.

Those bastards!

Algerian Foreign Secretary

Keep away!

Watch out the door.

Would you really have killed me?

I'd have saved you for last.

Listen to me.

And listen good.

We're out of fuel. If we don't land,

the safety of the hostages will be at risk.

The safety of the hostages will be at risk.

Austrian Ambassador to Libya

I didn't expect to see you again so soon.

I'm sorry to get you out of bed so late.

So things didn't go as planned in Tripoli.

The Libyans betrayed our cause.

I don't think your cause is ours.

- Want one? - No, thank you.

Castro's personal reserve.

Our pilot is exhausted.

And the plane cannot reach our destination.

Give us a long-haul plane and we're out of your lives.

The Saudis are our allies. The Iranians too.

We cannot put their ministers‘ lives in danger.

You put them in danger by refusing our conditions.

If things go wrong,

your life and those of your men are at stake.

Touch one hair on Yamani's head

on our soil...

and you're all dead.

Clear enough?

Be realistic.

The Saudis are too powerful.

Not one country would risk helping you.

You won't go to Baghdad.

What has Tunisia offered? Nothing.

What has Libya offered? Nothing.

I offer an honourable way out

that can even come off as victory.

Yesterday I mentioned a certain sum.

I'm sure the Saudis would double it.

Can your cause, whatever it is,

afford to spit on 2O million dollars?

What guarantee?

Algeria's word.

You proved it worthless.

Then that of the Bank of Algeria!

If you agree,

we'll open an account in the name of your group.

The money will be wired within hours.

My group must not be named.

In your name, then.

Work it out with Mr Haddad.

We know him well.

He's discreet, wary of needless publicity.

But definitely not indifferent to money.

I'm glad to see you alive.

I know what we owe the Algerian government.

I'm glad we could help avoid the worst.

But I was scared.

South Yemen, a few weeks later

Angie, shut up in front of Haddad.

You know I'm right.

We need his support and his money.

Be strategic for once.

Who are you?

Just like anyone else.

ls he upset?

An incredible operation by Israeli Defence Forces

at the Entebbe Airport in Uganda.

Just before midnight, three Israeli aircraft

containing parachutists and soldiers

landed on the airstrip where pro-Palestinian militants

held the 105 passengers and crew

of the Air France Airbus hijacked last week.

The surprise attack lasted only an hour.

In Entebbe, Israeli forces

reportedly killed the entire pro-Palestinian commando.

East Berlin, Autumn 1976

Who are you meeting?

That guy, Michel.

Carlos, right?

I don't know.

You know the rules.

No questions asked.

German Revolutionary Cells

Can I have a whisky?

Angie?

Anyone home?

Who brought you here?

Don't panic. I'm all alone.

Why shouldn't I panic?

No one knows I'm here.

Right, no one...

except your friends.

Aren't I still a friend?

I don't know. It depends.

You told comrades from the June 2nd Movement

you were starting your own group.

To get them off my back.

It's not true?

They wanted me to buy weapons.

That's not what I'm in this for.

So join us!

Carlos is leaving Haddad.

Haddad fired him.

Baghdad has a new government.

They need us.

They're willing to pay. And very well.

Iraqi money doesn't interest me.

I joined the armed struggle to attack the capitalist system.

Not to spread terror.

Understand?

Not to be hired by the PFLP or Baghdad.

The PFLP has been very generous with us.

They help our struggle. We help theirs.

You can keep believing that crap.

I'm through.

You know the rules.

You must go back to Aden.

You must obey the orders they give you.

This is war. You're a soldier. You know it.

I won't go to Aden.

I'm not at war and I'll receive orders from no one.

You know too much.

Names.

Places.

Secrets.

You could endanger the whole network.

I know how it works.

I'll stay hidden until I'm forgotten.

I doubt Wadie Haddad would risk it.

- He'll have you killed. - If that's my fate...

Angie!

The cops are looking for you!

Two people died in Vienna.

Your picture was in every fucking paper!

You're as good as dead.

I'm no rat.

I know.

But cops have sophisticated methods.

Torture.

Drugs.

If they want you to talk,

you'll talk.

You say you're my friend.

I trust you.

But if Haddad says to, you'll kill me with no misgivings.

Right? That's why I'm no longer with you.

And it's why, once you leave, I'll disappear.

You'll never find me again.

Check this out.

Know what's inside?

My revolver.

And my resignation from the armed struggle.

Do you give names?

But I say what I know.

About plans to attack two Jewish community leaders.

If I shut up, I'll never forgive myself!

Boni...

Boni separated the Jews at Entebbe like in Auschwitz!

I'm an enemy of Zionism.

I've proved it.

But anti-Semitism: count me out.

I thought you were alone.

Run.

Anything to declare?

Open the trunk.

Baghdad, Iraq

Two months later

Head of KGB

As you know, the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics

is a loyal ally of the Palestinian cause,

of the Third World

and of all revolutions.

Our coffers are open,

our advisors on hand,

our soldiers ready to shed their blood.

I know all of you.

I've worked with some of you.

You know me as well.

The USSR is a fearsome enemy to those who betray its cause.

For them, there is but one sentence:

death.

The Egyptian president, Anwar El Sadat,

has benefited from our generosity for many years.

His country has profited from the labours of Soviet workers.

But he has turned his back on us.

He is ignoring his huge debt toward us.

He spits in our faces.

He humiliates his country,

the entire Arab world,

all revolutionaries at war

who are dying for our cause.

He has bowed down before American imperialism

and has become the manservant of the Zionists

who occupy your holiest lands.

He must pay the price.

Today,

in three months,

in six months,

in one year, if necessary...

he will be held accountable.

Bear in mind, gentlemen,

whoever carries out the aforementioned sentence

will benefit from our unlimited financial support.

Let's hope for the best.

PFLP

There's a woman waiting for you.

German Revolutionary Cells

East Berlin, November 1978

- It was quick. - Leukaemia kills quickly.

So does poison.

PEC Terrorist Klein Resigns

Stasi Headquarters

Section XXII of the Stasi

Terrorist Group Interface

Head of Section XXII

Mr Weinrich.

How are you, my DOV?

Good, thank you.

May |?

Since our last meeting,

the situation is even tenser.

The Americans...

have green-lighted the MX Missile Program.

They're forcing the USSR t0 spend more 0n defence

bleeding the Soviet economy dry

and creating international tension.

Good point, my boy.

You're right about the intent of American imperialists,

but it will only strengthen Soviet resolve

and rally socialist countries, with East Germany at the fore.

In our opinion the Eastern Block could use

more commandos like ours

to wage the fight at the vanguard.

We do it for you and for Third World countries.

This is why we need your help.

We have official contacts and bases set up in Prague,

Budapest and Sofia.

The Soviets let us transit weapons.

Now we need you to give us permission

to set up a base in East Berlin.

On one condition: you take no action in West Germany

while transiting to and from base. ls that clear?

Of course.

I'll think it over.

My deputy, Major Voigt, will inform you of my decision.

Naturally, you have our sympathy and our friendship.

Thank you.

We've been informed of a plan to assassinate Sadat.

It's not true.

If ever you did consider it... I ask that you give up.

Those are unfounded rumours.

I'm sure of it, my boy.

Damascus, Syria

Syrian Air Force Intelligence

Syrian Air Force Headquarters

The General is waiting.

Head of Syrian Air Force Intelligence

PART TWO

This film is the result of historical and journalistic research.

Because of controversial grey areas in Carlos‘ life,

the film must be viewed as a fiction

tracing two decades in the life of a notorious terrorist.

His relations with other characters have been fictionalised as well.

Budapest, March, 1979

Not bad!

So much better!

They just left.

According to wiretaps, they're going to the airport.

The house is empty.

I want to get a look inside.

Careful, they may come back.

We'll hurry.

Come here.

A stockpile. Something's in the works.

I'll alert airport security.

Tell them to be careful. No gunfire.

Understood.

The Alfa Romeo?

I can try.

Permission to fire back!

He's out of his mind.

Open the door!

Don't move.

- Are you OK? - I'm fine.

Vice-Minister of the Interior

I spoke to the Minister.

He wants a report on Carlos‘ group.

They have backing the world over.

Especially in progressive Arab countries.

Friends of our big brother, Moscow.

What do our Soviet comrades think?

Sorry we're late.

- Have a seat. - Thank you.

The question is: does he work for the KGB?

The West thinks they have very close ties.

Our comrades in Moscow are tight-lipped.

He studied there,

but was expelled for misconduct.

They claim to have no file.

It's the best possible cover.

So what do they recommend?

They say that as a sovereign state,

we should act as we see fit.

Let's make sure he has no targets here in Hungary.

- What's out there? - Nothing at all.

Let g0!

You think I'm an idiot?

Come here.

Some whisky, please.

Tripoli, Libya

Libyan Secret Service

Aden, South Yemen

Come on, guys! The documents!

Burn them on the double!

Writer

Aden Airport

Moscow Airport

I told you your time would come!

It will never come!

Calm down!

Don't touch me!

ls this what you want?

Know what? You're right.

Your time will never come. Never!

Not until you learn discipline.

You think this is a game?

You think it's a game?

It's a war!

We're soldiers! Soldiers fighting a war!

It's no game!

I'm not just your husband. Understand?

I'm your leader.

I'll send you out on the field

only when I decide it's time.

Not a minute before.

Until then, you have absolutely nothing to do

except to stay ready.

Watch out!

Why does Weinrich want to talk?

Why does Weinrich want to talk?

Probably about the weapons.

- What does the KGB say? - Nothing, as usual.

They know of no arms that came via Moscow.

Carlos wants to make East Berlin

a base for attacks in Western Europe.

The arms transit by Syrian diplomatic pouch.

Syria is allied with us and the Soviets.

According to my report on Carlos,

he met with Qaddafi.

He's also a Libyan agent.

Syria and Libya work hand in hand.

Al-Assad and Qaddafi will soon announce their alliance.

Carlos is a mercenary.

He's dangerous.

We have him under control.

You're naive.

He's uncontrollable.

If Western intelligence locates him here,

we'll be under pressure.

Let him stay in Budapest, anywhere.

But not here.

Understood?

Major Voigt!

Tell those idiots they're making a serious mistake.

They'll have to answer for it.

It's their duty. Don't insult them.

I don't think it's their duty

to undermine my agreement with the Soviets.

They let me transit arms and explosives.

lam aware of no such agreement.

I want to see Dahl.

You shall.

Given that Moscow

is helping us with these deliveries,

I wonder how you can dare stop us.

I'll keep you posted.

You have no business here now.

I need to know about Ceausescu's money.

Get 90mg-

Can we come back?

When I whistle.

What's going on, Ali?

We didn't hear much. They're wary.

They mentioned Ceausescu.

He offered them a million dollars.

- What for? - We don't know.

I want to be paid more. He hit me.

I have blood in my mouth.

Find a place for them

to load their weapons into a camping car

with French license plates.

Colonel Dahl is returning the confiscated arms?

It came from higher up.

It was approved by Minister Mielke.

On one condition:

the transfer must not occur on Stasi property.

Find a suitable place.

Come on! Back it up!

All here. You can check.

I assume there's no use asking

where you're taking them.

We have an agreement with your superiors.

We're asking you to secure

the transportation of the weapons

to the border with West Germany.

Beyond that...

it's not your concern.

I'll personally follow the vehicle to the border.

- Don't cheat. - I'm not cheating!

Not so fast. Can I look now?

One more step.

Not so fast!

It's a big surprise. Open your eyes.

You're insane!

Totally insane!

I'm 30.

It's my birthday.

I'll never get inside!

Of course you will! You're getting inside!

I can't believe it.

I have a gift for you.

The flag of the Cuban revolution.

The flag of victory, llich.

I haven't been called llich in ages.

OK?

Five.

Show me...

what you're made of.

I'll hit three.

Beirut, September 4th, 1981

France's Ambassador to Beirut was killed.

Louis Delamare was assassinated

near his residence.

He was alone with his chauffeur in his car.

He was shot with ten bullets, three to the head.

Damascus, Syria

October 6th, 1981

Couldn't find gloomier?

It's discreet.

There are others downtown.

Throw out your joint on the double!

- You do what I asked? - Sure.

It's here in Rue Marbeuf.

Here's the entrance.

Al Watan Al Arabi is located here.

And Abu Zahr's office?

Here on the right.

Everyday at 9am he goes down

to buy the Arab press.

He reads it in this cafe here.

He's back in his office by 10.

I'll tell you when.

You'll pick up the car bomb

and park it in Rue Marbeuf.

Just below his office.

I'm no explosives expert.

The timer will be set.

Magdalena will come. It'll be easy.

She'll have my instructions. Follow them to the letter.

Bruno Bréguet. I don't know you.

My friend Frangois Genoud speaks highly of you.

Can I trust you?

I just spent seven years in Israeli prison.

I'm as committed to Palestine as ever.

Paris, February 16th, 1982

I brought you 2,000 dollars.

I need pictures for the passports.

We had some taken.

It wasn't very clever to get your bag stolen.

All your stuff, your money...

First day in Paris!

50,000 dollars.

Can't file a complaint!

Today's the day.

A white Peugeot.

Basement of the George V parking lot.

Hello, sir.

- Can I help you? - No, thank you.

Have your ticket?

From the gate.

Don't move!

Hang up! Now!

Don't move!

Get down!

To Gaston Defferre, Minister of the Interior.

I'm writing to inform you that two members of our organisation,

Magdalena Cecilia Kopp and Bruno Bréguet

were arrested in Paris by French law enforcement

during a mission which wasn't targeting France.

They should not serve time

for being dedicated to the revolutionary cause.

On behalf of our group leaders,

I issue the following warning.

One,

we refuse that our comrades stay in prison.

Two,

we will not accept their extradition

to any country whatsoever.

We demand their release within 3O days

upon receipt of this letter.

We are not at war with socialist France.

I ask you in all sincerity

not make us wage one.

Signed, the Organisation 0f the Armed Arab Struggle,

Arm of the Arab Revolution.

Carlos.

French Embassy at the Hague

Kopp and Bréguet's lawyer

Come...

Let's get away from the bugs.

I've been tailed since I set foot in Hungary.

They won't let up till you leave.

The newspapers printed my letter.

Who leaked it?

The Ministry.

Defferre wanted to negotiate.

His advisors were against it.

He's stuck.

He won't give in?

Chirac, the mayor of Paris, is dead-set against it.

He knows I weigh my words.

If he ignores my ultimatum,

I won't hesitate to strike.

Public opinion prevents them from giving in.

So war it is.

Paris, March 29th, 1982

Two days after the ultimatum expired

Chirac is travelling in this wagon.

In the VIP section.

I heard a terrible explosion.

The window on one side...

on my right... exploded.

What's strange is that I was wounded on this side.

At 8:40pm

the Capitole train was travelling at 140 km/h

when an explosion tore through the second wagon.

Pieces of the roof were found 100 metres away.

Travellers ran to help the victims.

Shouts, cries for help, corpses...

AFP?

This is the Armed Wing of the Arab Revolution.

We blew up the train.

We won't let up

until the release of Bruno Bréguet and Magdalena Kopp.

I told you it would be war.

Beirut, two weeks later

Coder at the French Embassy

Don't tire yourself.

The embassy is becoming unbearable.

The Syrians have gone berserk.

French TV is running a documentary blaming them

for the Ambassador's murder.

But they did it.

They deny it. They're using Carlos as leverage.

Any news?

A second ultimatum.

It's being kept secret to avoid panic.

They say they'll strike here in Beirut.

What for?

To be heard. The tria|'s an excuse.

Isn't it today?

Prison guards are on strike.

All the Syrians want

is to block the documentary. Period.

You shouldn't have!

East Berlin, two days later

Ljubljana, Yugoslavia

Postojna, Yugoslavia

The same day

“am-French border

The next day

Paris, April 22nd, 1982

Offices of Al Watan Al Arabi

The same evening,

TF1 broadcasts the documentary

implicating Syria in the murder

of the French Ambassador to Lebanon

The next day, 9:00

Beginning of the trial

of Magdalena Kopp and Bruno Bréguet

9:01, Rue Marbeuf.

A car parks in front of number 33.

The violent detonation

rocks the windows and storefronts up to 150 metres away.

The car was parked by the Al Wafer; Al Arab/ newspaper.

Last report: one dead,

46 wounded, 11 very seriously.

Did you work at the paper?

Is there a connection?

We had a bomb threat in December. We often got letters.

What kind of letters?

"We're going to blow you up."

Sometimes the night guard would get a call:

"It's gonna blow. You got five minutes to Iive."

It had to happen.

Like when it was based in Lebanon.

Now they did it in Paris.

The government

will use every means

to find the perpetrators,

to bring them to justice

and to reinforce the protection of the population.

As of today,

the government has decided

to declare persona non grata

the military attaché

and the cultural attaché

of the Syrian Embassy in Paris

because of their actions on French soil.

By remaining silent,

by awaiting your verdict,

the man you call Carlos,

a man of audacity and courage,

has shown the poise of a great politician.

Kopp and Bréguet remained seated,

showing total indifference to the trial.

Despite being entitled to express and defend themselves,

they saw no interest or value in the proceedings.

Five years for Bréguet, four for Kopp.

Twice what prosecutors asked for,

but the Rue Marbeuf bombing tipped the scales.

Budapest, State Security

Get the whisky.

Rome, Fiumicino Airport

June 18th, 1982

Follow me, ma'am.

Fleury-Mérogis, three years later

May 2nd, 1985

Get your things.

You leave today.

French-West German border

We've informed her

that she's banned from France.

We'll question her, then let her go.

It's no longer our business.

Neu-Ulm, West Germany

The next day

Mama!

No one calls me so late.

Frankfurt Airport

Diisseldorf, West Germany

What are you doing?

Leave that!

November 9th, 1989

Fall of the Berlin Wall

January 15th, 1990

Stasi Headquarters

Damascus, Syria

Where's Carlos?

He could help for once.

Where's the little girl hiding?

Where is she?

Here!

I'll catch her!

I'll eat her up piece by piece!

There she is! I found her!

Game over. Time to go. Mama's waiting.

Where are we going?

Libya. A city called Tripoli.

ls Tripoli far?

Very far.

Tripoli, Libya

Damascus, the same evening

Khartoum, Sudan

Islamic Guide of the Sudanese regime

Damascus, Syria

Secret Service Headquarters

Hello, Ali.

Have a seat.

You're at home here.

My Carlos assignment is over.

You've done your duty.

You stayed by his side.

He's all washed up now.

No longer of any use.

Neither to us, nor to anyone else.

I'm at your service.

I need proof of your loyalty.

You know what I mean.

Carlos can be of use one last time.

The Americans will bid highest.

They'll need our help.

Are you willing?

To help the CIA?

Khartoum Airport

- Had a good trip? - Excellent.

French Secret Service

Follow them.

He won't be much longer.

What kind of surgery?

Plastic. Liposuction.

For his love handles.

We know him, but not by name.

Our services call him the phantom.

Now you can put a name on him.

That of a murderer.

There's a warrant out for him.

He killed two of our men

and committed attacks all over Europe.

He must be judged in France.

August 1994

State Security Headquarters

Head of Secret Service, National Islamic Front

You can't go home.

Too risky. Your enemies have your address.

How?

The Syrians never forgave you for cutting off contact.

Sold me to the US?

Maybe.

You're protected by our guide, Hassan Al-Tourabi.

You'll stay near his residence.

His guards will watch over you.

The pain in his testicles is terrible.

Can I see him?

Yes, this way, please.

Can you lower your pyjamas?

You have any news?

How long are we staying here?

Probably several days.

We have no information. It's a state secret.

It's in the hands of the National Islamic Front.

And here?

You're on French territory.

Johannes Weinrich was arrested in 1994 in Yemen, then extradited to Germany.

He is currently serving a life sentence in a prison in Berlin.

Magdalena Kopp spent three years in Venezuela with Carlos‘ family.

Returned in 1995 to Neu-Ulm, her hometown,

in exchange for cooperating with German investigators.

Hans-Joachim Klein "Angie" was arrested in 1998 in a town in Normandy,

after several years in hiding.

Tried in 2001 for the OPEC raid, he received a 9-year sentence.

Given amnesty in 2003, he lives in France.

After 1O years in a Swiss prison, Gabrielle Krocher Tiedemann "Nada"

she was extradited in 1987 to Germany

where she was tried for the OPEC raid.

Because witnesses were scared to testify, she was acquitted in May of 1990.

She died of cancer five years later, at the age of 44.

Anis Naccache "Khalid" was sentenced to life

for trying to kill the former Iranian Prime Minister in Paris.

He was released and extradited after a series of bombings, in 1990.

Now a geopolitical consultant for Lebanese TV.

He was never prosecuted for the OPEC raid in Vienna.

Lana Jarrar came to France after Carlos‘ arrest, but left without seeing him.

She has since vanished without a trace.

Kamal Ali-lssam "Ali" is still on the run.

llich Ramirez Sénchez was convicted in 1997 to life in prison

for killing two DST agents in Rue Toullier.

He is currently serving his sentence in a penitentiary in Poissy.

He is soon to be tried for bombing the Capitole train and Rue Marbeuf.

Indicted for the Drugstore bombing, which is still under investigation.

He was never prosecuted for the OPEC raid.

PART THREE