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(seagulls cawing)

(boat motor humming)

(rebel shouting in Spanish)

(footsteps thudding)

- We can't stay here long.

As soon as the boats come,

we'll unload the supplies and go fast!

(gunshots blasting)

- Fire.

(gunshots blasting) (explosions booming)

(gunshots blasting) (explosions booming)

- Clear out those boats.

Increase your range from 160 to 175.

(explosions booming)

(explosions booming)

- Sir, Moncada is getting away.

- We'll cut them off from up here.

And I want Moncada alive!

(intense funk music)

(rifles cocking)

- We have counted 36 have been scaled from our sector.

Nothing yet from the cleaning up parties.

- Now the other sector put the count at over 40.

I think an accurate assessment would be closer to 20.

Have you notified Major Melton and Colonel Munoz

about Moncada yet?

- Yes sir, they're coming.

- [Jim] Okay.

- I see that they're recruiting their mercenaries

among the Black people now.

- I'm a professional.

- In the service of the imperialists.

(birds chirping)

- Well, Moncada.

- Is this one China?

- They're still out looking for her.

None of the bodies we found match her description.

- Anyway, I think she'll be very useful.

- Well, Jim, you've done a splendid job.

- That's what you pay me for.

- You might as well go on back to the Capitol.

Colonel Munoz and I can take over the interrogation.

- [Prisoner] No, no, no!

(prisoner shouting in Spanish)

Oh, no, no!

Oh, no!

(prisoner screams)

(prisoner screams)

- Let's go.

(jeep engine humming)

(prisoner screaming)

(soldier shouting) (prisoner screaming)

(tense music)

(mellow lounge music)

- Hey, Haygood.

You remember me.

Richardson, International News Alliance.

- Oh yeah, yeah.

The reporter man, right?

- Right. - Yeah.

- Listen, I understand there was some action

up the coast today.

- Might have been.

- I understand they finally got Moncada.

- You hear a lot.

You got my key?

- No mail, sir. - I wasn't expecting any.

- Hey look, just one word, okay?

Yes or no.

- I'll give you two words.

No comment.

Anybody calls for me, I'll be having a drink in the bar.

(lounge music continues)

Bring it.

(lounge music continues)

(liquor splashes)

(lounge music continues)

And see what the young ladies will have.

(lounge music continues)

Name's Jim Haygood.

- And this is Amanda Cavanagh.

- Please meet Ms. Vicki Spencer.

- Thank you.

- You don't see many American chicks around here,

particularly sisters.

Look, I'm gonna run upstairs and take a shower,

and maybe we could have dinner together

and see the sights, huh?

The three of us.

- That's cool, that's cool.

- So what's your excuse?

All we've been talking about is me.

- Me? - Yeah.

- Oh, I'm down here on a government job.

I'm kind of, I'm a technician.

- Bringing in the old America know-how, huh? (chuckles)

Peace Corps, soft imperialism and all that.

- Well, not quite like that.

- Well, I guess something's gotta be done.

- I'm not exactly that kind of a technician.

- Well, well, well.

Well, well, well, Mr. No Comment, hmm?

Not celebrating, hmm.

Tell me, did you collect your bounty yet?

Or you work for a straight salary?

- Listen, Richardson. - Oh, don't worry about me.

I'm not causing any flack.

But you know you're gonna be famous for that,

the man who tracked Moncada to the ground and killed him.

- He's not dead.

- Oh. (laughs)

Don't give me that shit.

- What's he talking about?

- Jeff, you gotta explain everything to her.

Well, I've gotta go.

And I've got a tip for you.

You should always level with the working press.

Bye.

(mellow guitar music)

- Let's get out of here.

Waiter!

- What was he talking about?

- Yes, sir? - Check please.

- What's this about Moncada?

- He's dead.

- So you're a cop.

- Yeah, I guess so.

Listen sister, let me--

- Don't you "Sister" me.

You're just another cop.

And a pig's a pig regardless of race.

So you get off my ass, brother.

(shoes clacking)

(mellow guitar music continues)

(hand knocks)

(hand banging)

(hand banging)

- [Jim] Come on, Sylvia!

I know you're in there!

- I thought you were in the country slaughtering peasants.

- Don't give me none of your shit.

Just start undressing.

- I haven't got time to fool around with you.

- Where do you think you're going?

- I'm getting the hell out of this pigsty of a country.

(Jim laughs)

- You mean you've used up all the minister's piggy bank.

- Not everybody's as mercenary as you are, honey.

I know you're guns for hire,

but you really went off half cocked this time.

I heard about Moncada.

- Shut up!

Shut your mouth.

Take 'em off.

(clothes slap)

(zipper clatters)

(button clicks)

(smooth rock music)

Now Jim, honey, be careful.

- [Radio Announcer] Moncada is dead.

Government officials just announced

he was killed in action today.

(Sylvia groans)

(door bangs)

- Well, Jim?

Celebrating?

You have a lot to be happy about.

- Why did you have to kill him?

Hmm?

(bottle slams)

Could have at least just given him a trial!

- Give him a trial?

Give him a platform to address the world?

- You sound like you got jungle rot in the head.

Come on, you better get some sleep.

- What happened to the girl?

- The rebel girl?

I'm sure she died with a smile on her lips

after satisfying my men.

According to...

(colonel groans) (fists pound)

(body thuds)

(pistol whips) (dramatic music)

(tense funk music)

(shoes scratch)

- Hey!

(cup clanks)

How about some water around here?

Yeah, look.

I want some water.

- I thought you Yankees didn't drink the water here.

- Look man, I don't feel like making any jokes.

- Give him some water.

Very soon, you won't have to worry about water anymore.

Colonel Munoz is dead.

(rebel shouting in Spanish)

(birds chirping)

(bird cawing)

(birds chirping)

- We thought you were dead.

- You heard the news then?

- It's been on the radio all night and today.

- Did you see that Moncada's dead?

- You did not see him killed?

- I did not actually see him go down.

- It's all over.

Years of struggle, for nothing.

- Means exile now, I guess.

- It means nothing.

- How can you say that?

- Moncada's death means nothing.

He was one man.

A great one, but his death cannot change the course

of the struggle.

(doors bang)

- [Soldier] We're transferring you to another jail.

(tense funk music)

- What are we stopping here for?

- I'm gonna take a leak.

Why don't you?

(tense funk music continues)

(gunshots blast)

(fist smacks)

(gun rattles)

(window shatters) (soldier groans)

(fists pound)

(upbeat band music)

- Will you hurry up and get that goo on your face?

We gotta go on soon.

- Are you forgetting we're performing for VIP tonight.

Now I figure if I play my cards right,

I could end up another Eva Braun.

- Yeah, well don't build your hopes up too high.

This dude's only the Minister of Defense.

- Well, I figure that makes him head of the army.

And I don't call that small potatoes.

I call that top pig.

- That he is.

Come on now, time for the big show.

- Wait a minute.

(performers chatter)

(band music continues) (performers chatter)

(footsteps thudding)

(band music continues)

(band music continues)

(audience applauds)

(band music continues)

(minister mutters)

(band music continues)

(uptempo drumming music)

(audience applauds)

(band music continues)

(audience applauds)

Now first before I go on with the show,

I need one volunteer.

Ah, Your Excellency.

Would you please?

You're not afraid of me, are you?

- Of course not.

- You're not nervous?

Come on.

I'm not gonna hurt you, you know.

You stand right there in the middle.

Be very still.

(boots clacking)

(drums beating)

(knife thuds) (audience applauds)

(drums beating)

(knife thuds) (audience applauds)

(drums beating)

(knife thuds) (audience applauds)

(upbeat band music)

(performers laugh)

(performers chattering)

(performers laugh)

- What the hell are you--

- Shh!

Don't you make a sound.

Nobody knows I'm in here.

- Hey, I thought they had you in the slammer, man.

- I busted out.

- You can just bust right out of here

because if they catch you in here with us,

we get our asses burned!

- Look, I thought of all people you would understand.

- Yeah, man, but I didn't tell you go

off no giant ass colonel.

(hand knocks)

(door creaks)

- I came to present my homages

for this evening's entertainment.

- Oh, it was nothing at all.

That's our job, isn't it?

- May I? - Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Perhaps you will permit me to come in.

- Well, if you don't mind this mess,

it's okay with us, isn't it?

- Wait here.

This is not a mess.

It is charming.

Actually, I came to offer you my protection.

- Oh, here we go again.

- Pardon me?

- Nothing, it's just I've been offered protection before.

- Of course you have not heard.

The North American Haygood has escaped from detention.

- Oh no, we hadn't heard.

I mean, I'm sure you'll get him back.

- He cannot be far.

It's just that I thought that your hotel

is not sufficient protection.

I am prepared to offer both of you my hospitality.

- Both of us?

Brother, you are hospitable.

- Ah, I do not want to be misunderstood.

(tense music)

A man in my position cannot run the risk

of being embarrassed by local women.

Needless to say, you will be amply rewarded.

- We'd be glad to oblige you.

It's just that, well, Vicki and I, we have to...

- Tonight, we're tired.

You know, I mean, you wanna talk tomorrow?

We got all day.

- Perhaps you are both already spoken for.

(tense music continues)

Never knew a dressing room could be so interesting.

(tense music continues)

So interesting.

Now young lady, what do we have here?

(tense music continues)

(screen clatters) (minister shouts)

(dramatic music)

(jeep engine revving)

Bring her to the ministry, to the detention floor.

We will see what she has to tell us.

Andale, andale! - Come on!

(smooth jazz music)

- Out of gas.

So do I walk home from this date?

- Well, we'll just have to make the best of it.

- The best of this?

Fat chance, you come barging into my dressing room.

Getting me messed up in this shit.

- Look, I can take you with me

or I can leave you right here.

- Hey, where do you think you're going?

- I don't know if I should tell you if you're not coming.

- Afraid I'd fink on you?

Well, I probably would.

Just cause you freaked out on your bosses

don't turn into no groovy dude!

Okay, okay, hold your ass.

I'm coming.

(somber instrumental music)

(grass rustles)

(footsteps tapping)

- I don't even know what you want.

- The electrodes, I think.

The burns never last for more than a week

and they don't leave scars. - Good.

I do not want any marks on her.

We might put her on trial.

- Ah!

- Don't fall asleep.

- You heard the lady.

(water splashes)

(somber music continues)

- What's happening?

- Come on.

(Amanda groans)

- Come on. - What the fuck?

(jeep engines humming)

- You hide and don't move.

- This is where I get off.

- No way.

You wouldn't get 10 yards.

- You are a bastard.

- No, just trying to stay alive.

(tires rumbling)

Come on.

(footsteps thudding)

(footsteps thudding)

- [Julia] Professor Manuel Flores has among others

been arrested and is now being questioned.

- Damn it, they've arrested Flores!

- We should never have sent him to the capitol.

He was too valuable here.

- That's all we need right now.

We're weak enough in the countryside.

(insects chirping)

- Just take him away or get him out as soon as possible.

- Look, I'm sure this is very interesting,

but what does it have to do with me?

- You are a problem.

- Isn't there any way of getting me out of the country?

- Not for the moment.

- You!

You mother fuckin' jive nigga!

You got me in this shit, now you get me out!

- Who's jiving now?

You're the one who talked all about the heroes in the hills.

Well, you're here now, and all you've been talking

about doing is just splitting away.

- Hey baby, this ain't my country.

We all gotta fight on our old turf.

- I'm afraid he's in no position to help anyone.

- What do we do with him?

- He's an enemy of the people.

Why don't we kill him?

- We'll discuss this tomorrow when our heads are clearer.

- Damn it, I say kill him!

- Kill me, I'm already dead.

I knew that when I walked into this camp.

But you may not wanna waste somebody

who might be useful to you.

Still, it's your decision.

- It's easy for you to jump from one camp to another,

ain't it?

Well, that's one kind of mercenary we can do without.

- We've wasted enough time on him.

We'll hold the trial in the morning.

- There's only one thing I'll tell you.

This is only a formality.

Most of us want you dead!

- Well, if you're dying to kill him, don't let me stop you.

- First shock was moderate.

Gives you an idea of what to expect

if you don't answer our questions.

Now, will you please tell us your connection

with the American Haygood and who's paying you, hmm?

- I don't have any answers!

I don't know anything!

I don't know, I don't know! (cries)

(machine drones)

(Vicki screams)

(explosions blasting)

- [Rebel] Head for the hills!

(explosions blasting)

(explosions blasting)

(brush rustles)

(explosions blasting)

(flames crackling)

(explosions blasting)

(distant explosions blasting)

(inaudible)

- Red Bird to Unit Seven.

Red Bird to Unit Seven.

You're on target, continue firing.

Continue firing! (explosions blasting)

Red Bird to Unit Seven.

You're on target, continue firing.

Continue firing.

(gunshots blasting)

(men grunting) (boot thudding)

(gunshots blasting) (explosions booming)

(explosions booming)

- Red Bird One to Unit Seven.

Red Bird One to Unit Seven, come in Unit Seven!

A whole new set of coordinates.

Redirect fire to the Northern Valley, range, 200 yards.

I repeat, redirect fire to the Northern Valley.

Range, 200 yards.

- But that's the position of our convoy, sir!

- Yes, I know that's the convoy!

The rebels have taken possession of it.

You have confirmation.

Rapid fire from all units!

Fire, all units!

(cannons booming)

(cannons booming)

(rebel shouting in Spanish)

- Que pasa?

- They stopped shelling the camp.

(cannons booming)

- Cease firing, cease firing!

Good, good results.

And expect promotions all the way around.

Over and out.

(gunshot blasting)

(footsteps thudding) (brush rustling)

(soldier groans)

(flames crackling)

(birds cawing) (flames crackling)

(rebel shouting in Spanish)

- What's up?

- They have everything, except what I need.

(mouth spits) Dynamite!

- How do you suppose they hit their own convoy?

- [China] If I were a believer, I would say it's a miracle.

- I'm giving myself up for trial.

- How did you-- - I went back

and cut the brother loose.

And he found a few men up there operating the squawker.

- You redirected the fire.

(birds chirping)

- It would be a waste to lose you.

- How about my trial?

- Perhaps another time.

- Hey, don't I get a uniform or something for joining?

- He's about your size.

The blood will wash out.

- Well, I don't guess I'm so badly off.

Keep thinking about Vicki in the hands of those bastards.

(downtempo funk music)

- You have a visitor.

This is Julia Escalante.

She is with Radio Barranca and is here to talk with you.

- Yeah, that ought to break up the day a little.

- Also, I will see if there's anything I can do for you.

- That's cool.

Then you can tell that baboon over there

to stop ogling me when I go to the toilet.

- You will not be necessary.

I think she'll be more at ease without your presence.

- I'll wait outside.

(footsteps tapping)

(shoes clacking)

- So you're Jeff, huh?

- What do you mean?

- Yeah, you know, like in Mutt and Jeff?

Mutt beats the shit out of you,

and Jeff comes along and plays the nice guy.

Theory of that is you're so overwhelmed

by that touch of humanity

that you just spill your guts out about everything.

Yeah, on my own, great.

(liquor splashes)

So you're from the radio, huh?

- I'm supposed to interview you.

- Huh, well, where were you when I needed you?

Fran Dizzi would've gone crazy for all this free publicity

for him and his grubby little circus.

- That's not what this interview's about.

- I don't know anything.

And if I did, do you think I would've held out

on those torturing bastards?

I know they--

- I'm not asking for a confession.

What I need is your interview

in which you will speak of your humane treatment--

- Oh yeah, you expect me to help the cops.

- You seem to be sympathetic with the guerillas.

- Listen, I grew up on the streets, you know?

And in my neighborhood, you didn't have to be very political

to know who was fucking you over.

Uh-uh, I'm afraid I don't have the imagination

to help you with what you want.

- We have prepared this script for you.

(zipper clatters)

(paper rustles)

- Gee whiz.

A speaking part, huh?

How did you?

Yeah, it's no skin off my ass.

Does this humane treatment include any cigarettes?

- All you want.

- Okay, fire away.

(mellow funk music)

(grass rustles) (funk music continues)

(hook clanks)

(funk music continues)

(gate creaks)

(funk music continues)

(liquid splashing)

(funk music continues)

(shoes thud)

(funk music continues)

(fuse hisses)

(explosion booming)

(soldier shouting)

(siren wailing)

(footsteps tapping) (men shouting)

(fist pounds)

(ax thuds)

(door crashes)

- Cesar.

Alfredo.

(soldiers shouting)

- Hey, where are you going?

- We're looking for the power switch.

- It's that way. - Thank you.

- You, cut off the power.

(soldiers shouting)

(footsteps tapping)

- Flores.

- [Jim] Where's Vicki?

Open up that door! - We're soldiers.

- [Jim] Don't you know there's a fire going on?

(door crashes)

- [Officer] Hold it.

(gunshot blasts) (dramatic music)

(hose hisses)

(uptempo funk music)

(gunshots blasting)

(gunshots blasting)

(funk music continues)

(water splashes) (pleasant music)

(pleasant music continues)

(water splashes) (pleasant music)

(women chatter)

- I hope you realize you're perfect targets

for government patrols.

You should have a lookout.

- And I suppose you're the lookout.

- Don't worry.

Good soldiers have to discipline themselves

to ignore each other's bodies.

- Strong discipline.

- You gotta make sure these boots are coming in straight.

- Yeah. - Pick 'em up.

Okay, keep the returns sprung in tight.

Okay.

(dog barking)

- Is this what you mean Jim?

- Yeah, but we're gonna have to make it

a little bit longer.

Lengthen it about two inches.

- I'm glad you're checking the weapons

for the attack tonight.

- What attack?

- Didn't China tell you?

- I just think that too recently

he was working with the other side.

- Precisely.

That is what makes him useful.

- Just hold on.

Do you mind if I get a word in?

I know you weren't around when I joined,

but this is the deal.

They gave me my life and I fight for them.

It's as simple as that, understand?

- Still makes you a mercenary.

- Yeah, for my life this time.

- Jim, is this all right?

(footsteps thudding)

- Wow, it looks heavy, man.

- How's that thing work?

(weapon cocks)

(weapon blasts)

(explosion booms) (soldiers groan)

(weapon blasts) (tower crashes)

(gunshots blasting)

(gunshots blasting)

(gunshots blasting) (soldiers groaning)

(gunshots blasting)

(gunshots blasting) (soldiers groaning)

(gunshots blasting)

- It's all clear.

Perhaps a few got away.

Look, let's get out of here.

- We're going to hold this spot, we fought hard to take it.

- In this kind of a fight, you never hold a position.

The idea is just to keep on moving.

- I still think we should stay.

- [Lookout] The troops are coming!

- Take cover and retreat!

- Mena, get the jeep!

(footsteps tapping)

(gunshots blasting)

(jeep engine humming) (gunshots blasting)

- [Melton] Good shot!

This girl plays a tricky game!

- Melton, you better watch her carefully.

Right now, I'm glad she's on our side!

Or is she?

- Why don't you answer, Melton?

Do you find me treacherous?

- You're beginning to sound downright seditious.

- You find me seditious?

(melancholy guitar music)

- Good song.

- Just a bit too sad for me.

- It is like the story of our people, sad.

They've given so much.

And we've gotten nowhere.

Since Moncada died.

- I know.

- You should know.

Your people know the meaning of frustration.

Of getting nowhere.

- They'll get somewhere.

You're here with them.

- But I'm a woman, after all.

Remember the barracks?

If it were not for you.

Moncada must live again.

If not through me, through somebody else.

(melancholy guitar music continues)

(water splashes)

(pleasant music)

- What happened to all your discipline?

I thought all good soldiers (chuckles)

Ignored each other's bodies?

(pleasant music continues)

- Get the supplies?

Why, they've practically drove us out of town.

"Since Moncada died, the revolution is a big joke,"

the mayor said. - Don't they understand that--

- And you better be quiet!

They're curious about you too.

- We better talk to them.

We can't afford to lose the support of the people.

- Maybe better come with us, Jim.

- And explain my presence in this camp all over again.

- Possibly for the last time.

You'll come?

- Yeah, I'll come.

- Well Americano, you go on trial after all.

- China, there are troops in town.

They're arresting all rebel sympathizers.

(tense funk music)

(inaudible)

- But Capitan, my town has always cooperated

with the government.

- I have a reliable report.

Any separatists furnished by one of your own men,

and your name is in it.

(captain shouts in Spanish)

(tense funk music continues)

(soldier groans)

(gunshots blasting)

(gunshots blasting)

(soldier groans) (gunshots blast)

(gunshots blasting)

(soldier groans)

(body thuds)

(gunshots blasting)

(soldier groans)

(footsteps tapping)

(gunshots blasting) (soldiers groaning)

(footsteps tapping) (gunshots blasting)

(gunshots blasting)

(soldier groans)

(gunshots blasting)

(knife thumps) (soldier groans)

(gunshots blasting)

(boots thud)

(soldier groans)

(rifle blasting)

(soldier groans)

(gunshot blasts)

(knife whooshes) (soldier groans)

(soldiers shouting)

(villagers shouting)

- Before you kill him, we should know

who gave him the list of guerilla sympathizers.

We must know who the traitor is among us.

- I have nothing to say to you, to any one of you!

- It's just a waste of time, kill him!

(villagers shouting)

- Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute!

Wait a minute!

I think I know a way of making him talk.

Come on!

(villagers shouting)

Vicki!

Get over there!

You wanna practice throwing your knives?

- Oh yeah.

At last.

A target I don't have to worry about hitting.

(knife thuds)

You know, I used to practice this on my little brother.

Now that's probably why I'm an only child.

(knife thuds)

Now are you gonna tell us what the mayor wants to know?

(knives thud)

Oh, I wouldn't try that again.

Give me that knife.

(knife thuds)

- Oh, he's stubborn.

- Yeah, somebody hand me a scarf.

I wanna try and see if I can do this blind.

Now you tell me if I'm aiming in the right direction.

- Wait!

I'll talk, I'll talk!

(captain shouts) (gunshot blasts)

(knife thuds) (villager groans)

(footsteps tapping)

- Since Moncada died, what has the revolution done for us?

- It's true Moncada's death is a big blow to all of us.

We're still fighting.

Give us time. - Time?

There's no more time.

With no leader and starving people, we better give up.

- If you give up now, do you think there'll be any more food

for your people than there is right now?

Look around you.

The fear inside of them grows day by day.

And what about the men who have already given their lives?

How will you honor them?

My people started fighting a long time ago,

and they are still fighting.

Revolution was never meant to be easy.

- This is not your fight, Black man!

What is this to you?

- It's not a matter of color.

Freedom is everybody's business.

- Will you lead us?

- Well, jefe, what next?

(cannon blasts)

(explosion booms)

(gunshots blasting)

(soldiers groaning)

(gunshots blasting)

(rifle cocks)

(thrilling music) (gunshots blasting)

(thrilling music) (gunshots blasting)

(explosion booms)

(thrilling music) (gunshots blasting)

(rain slaps)

- Comida, senorita. - Oh, gracias.

(rain slaps)

(smooth jazz music)

What are you thinking about?

- Oh, lots of things.

(smooth jazz music continues)

- You mean your sudden change?

- Wasn't so sudden.

Just a long time in coming.

- Same here, I guess.

You get caught up in something, and by the time

you start looking for the answers,

find you don't even know the questions.

- I know what started with me.

Brother on the block, low rider.

You grab a jalopy for a joy ride

and end up in grand theft auto.

Judge gives you a choice.

One to 10 in the joint or enlist.

So you find a home in the army.

- I guess my story's not too different.

I found my place in a tank town act

that ends in a banana republic.

- Still want to go home?

- Where's home?

- Yeah, I know what you mean.

I think we found our turf.

(funk music)

- The mayor promised to be here before noon.

(funk music continues)

- Well, that smells good.

- Yeah, what is it?

- Hey, you wanna try it?

- Yeah.

(Vicki moans)

This is delicious, what is it?

- Field rats.

- Oh, yeah, field rats.

I know about field...

- [Lookout] Mayor is coming!

(funk music continues)

- We have heard of your exploits.

The people send their congratulations.

- Yeah, we're getting somewhere.

- If only...

If only people knew about it.

If everybody knew, if you could find a way.

- What exactly?

- They're exerting all efforts

to suppress news of your raid.

- Si, the government's propaganda machine.

- You mean if we can turn the machine in our favor.

- The revolution could be a wildfire

and nothing could stand in our way.

- In Barranca, in Campo Medor, everywhere.

The rebels are attacking as they please

and with complete impunity!

And you told me, when Moncada is dead,

it is the beginning of the end.

Now they have found this new hero.

The savage they call him!

- Excellency, there are certain objective conditions

that cannot be controlled.

- Perhaps!

But seems that Moncada still lives!

- The reward on Haygood should start getting some action.

Only yesterday, we--

- That is another thing.

So far, there have been three reports of his death.

Each one, miles apart from the others!

(minister shouts in Spanish)

(smooth instrumental music)

- They hit our camp.

(footsteps tap) (instrumental music continues)

(China speaking in Spanish)

(footsteps tap) (instrumental music continues)

- Those goddamn mother bastards.

- God.

- The government forces score their greatest victory

over the rebels.

The main rebel camp in the mountains

of Santo Domingo was raised to the ground yesterday.

Scores of rebels were killed,

more were wounded and captured,

and the Minister of Defense is certain that this

marks the end of resistance to government regime.

And here is the list of casualties.

- Cut it off.

(button clicks)

(insects chirping)

We attack.

- Attack?

After we've lost a third of our forces?

- [Amanda] Now?

- Yes, right now.

They don't expect us to move.

So we're gonna move.

- But where?

- Where they least expect us.

- The capitol, Miramar.

- You're learning fast.

Mena, notify our people in the city.

And Flores, tonight get our forces in the north,

and you'll cover our retreat.

- What happens in Miramar?

- Let's do something to excite the imagination

of the people.

Something dramatic.

- It'll be dramatic all right.

Let's get the top pig.

- The Minister of Defense.

(vibrant funk music)

(phone rings)

(woman moans)

You better answer it.

- Hello?

- [Melton] Good evening, sir.

- [Minister] Yes, what is it?

- Why, something terribly important, Your Excellency.

Well, it's, I don't know if I should--

- Stop stammering and say it.

- [Melton] I don't know if I should tell you over the phone.

- For God's sake, what is it?

- Sir, it concerns your life.

I have someone here in my office.

- Look, I have more important things than...

(minister muttering in Spanish)

- Sir?

- Nothing.

Look, I'm doing something.

You'll see me tomorrow.

(funk music continues)

Stop it.

Stop, stop,

Stop.

(funk music continues)

(boat motor hums)

- Hey.

Hey, I didn't get a chance to thank you yet

for springing me.

- It was for my cause, nothing to thank me about.

- Well, radio lady, what's new in town?

- You're quite a celebrity.

They're calling you Savage

and have put a price on your head.

- Anything on me yet?

That's what I call downright discrimination.

- Listen, let's get in this hut.

The others have almost all arrived.

Some are staying in this vicinity

and others are in safe houses around town.

- And when is China coming?

- She's going to remain in town.

There has been a new development.

The Defense Minister is dead.

- Hey, are you that big, Black savage

everyone keeps talking about?

- [Jim] Hmm?

- I said, you don't look so mean when you're asleep.

- You just lucky you're not in my dreams, that's all.

(rain slaps)

- Do you think we'll win tomorrow?

- (sighs) You don't win a revolution in one day.

We can turn a lot of people onto it though.

- What if something goes wrong?

- We keep on fighting.

Move somewhere else.

- Jim, I'm scared.

I don't...

I don't want you to get hurt.

(sultry jazz music)

- Our men are ready.

(priest speaking in Spanish)

(car engine humming)

(tense instrumental music)

(tense music continues)

(soldier shouting)

(gunshots blasting)

(footsteps tapping)

(tires screech) (jeep thumps)

(tires screeching)

(footsteps tapping)

(car doors slam)

(tense music)

- You're sure this is her?

- Felipe. - Si, padre.

- Go to Julia and tell her that...

(tense music continues)

(footsteps tapping)

(tense music continues)

(footsteps tapping)

(tense music continues)

- My man lost Julia.

- Maybe she's on to us.

- Either that or she's playing some sort of game.

- Could it be she has another lover?

(peaceful instrumental music)

- Father, we're all here.

We got your message.

(footsteps tapping)

- And you must be Savage.

Hijo, the people are grateful to you and they will all help.

I don't have much time, but I had to talk to you.

China. - Yes, we know.

Now, how did it happen?

- How do these things happen?

You had a goddamn traitor with you.

- Traitor?

- Who?

- What's he talking about?

- Flores, he was with Melton when they got China.

- No, that's not true.

I don't believe that.

You're lying.

(somber instrumental music)

(women crying)

- China's gone.

Flores is a traitor.

So Melton knows we're going to attack.

Let's not disappoint him.

What do we do now?

Just what China wanted to do.

She wanted to do something that would

excite the imaginations of people.

She wanted to...

Julia, I'll need your help.

- With China dead, they're probably paralyzed,

at least for a couple of hours.

- I don't trust that Black man.

If I know the way he thinks, he's up to something right now.

(tense music) (water splashing)

(tense music continues)

- We've got 15 minutes before Julia goes on the air.

- Time to go.

(tense music continues)

(footsteps tapping)

(tense music continues)

- All right.

In exactly 10 minutes, the fireworks are gonna start.

I hope everybody's in their positions.

That's what we want right there.

Amanda, you take your men and go around to the back.

Boom Boom and I go around to the front.

(footsteps tap) (tense music continues)

- Julia.

(tense music continues)

(footsteps tap) (tense music continues)

- Let's go.

(footsteps tap) (tense music continues)

(rifle whacks)

(tense music continues)

- Don't worry about him.

He's on our side.

(tense music continues)

- Got five minutes.

(footsteps tap) (tense music continues)

(tense music continues)

(uptempo instrumental music)

(explosion booms) (gunshots blast)

(knife thuds)

(gunshots blasting)

(soldiers groan) (gunshots blast)

(phone rings)

- Yeah?

They hit the bank, let's go.

(explosions boom) (gunshots blast)

- Today, people of Barranca, Moncada lives again.

The revolution is at hand.

The time has come.

(explosions boom) (gunshots blast)

(gunshots blast)

(tires screeching)

(car door slams)

(tense music)

(alarm beeps)

- [Flores] Melton, you got a call.

- Red Eagle here.

- [Soldier] Sir, the Marine Barracks was attacked.

(tense music continues)

- Roger, we're on our way.

Let's go.

- [Soldier] Red Eagle, Red Eagle, come in, please!

- Yes, this is Red Eagle.

- [Soldier] Sir, you better listen to Julia's broadcast.

(tense music continues)

- Let us organize.

With me here is Savage.

I have asked him to speak to you.

- Today is the day of the people.

This day you will come into your own

for the spirit of freedom lives in all of us.

The enemy can kill men,

but they cannot kill the ideas they stood for.

Power to the people.

- The radio station.

So it's been the radio station all along.

Why didn't I...

All units, proceed to the radio station.

All units, proceed to the radio station.

(tense music continues)

(rebel speaking in Spanish)

- Jim, they're surrounding us.

I'll take care of them.

(thrilling music)

- It is a voice of the people that cannot be stilled.

- We're gonna have to go because they're closing in

on us outside.

- No, I must stay.

This is where I belong.

It's my job.

(thrilling music continues)

- But you can't stay here.

- I can take care of myself.

(thrilling music continues)

(tires screeching)

(thrilling music continues)

(explosion booms)

(explosions booming)

(explosion booms)

(gunshots blasting)

- Take some men and go around the building.

(gunshots blast) (thrilling music continues)

Get that man!

(gunshots blasting)

(explosions booming)

(jeep engine hums) (gunshots blast)

- Flores, you bastard!

(knife thuds)

(gunshot blasts)

(thrilling music continues)

- Several months ago, Moncada was killed,

but he never really died.

As he often said, his death meant nothing.

Others would come forward.

(gunshot blasts)

(thrilling music continues)

(body thuds)

(thrilling music continues)

(explosions booming) (gunshots blasting)

(gunshots blast) (thrilling music continues)

(machine gun blasts) (jeep engine hums)

(explosion booms)

- [Priest] The fisherman are waiting for you.

(thrilling music continues)

(footsteps tapping)

(thrilling music continues)

- [Melton] Hold your fire!

(thrilling music continues)

Goddamn it.

(thrilling music continues)