Killing Streets (1991) - full transcript
A young Marine is kidnapped by terrorists in Lebanon. His twin brother, frustrated at his inability to get any kind of information from the government about his brother's plight, travels to Lebanon with a plan for his own rescue operation.
Can I have the key
to room 235?
Here you go.
Thanks.
You should
watch your back.
That's your job.
Was I followed?
Mmm-mmm.
You have something
for me?
A present.
A street address.
Can I help you, sir?
Oh, my God.
Shit.
Captain Craig Brandt.
Put these on. Now!
Mayla.
Mayla.
You have betrayed
your people.
Why?
I betrayed you.
You are not my people.
You're right.
She's right.
Mayla, no!
I want him alive!
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Good morning.
Charles Van Zandt,
Light 100 FM news.
First up today,
a report's just in
from Lebanon.
Early this morning,
a massive car bomb
shook the city.
Due to the force
of the explosion,
no identifiable remains
have been recovered
from the vehicle
but it is feared that
the car was being driven
by an off-duty
US Marine officer.
So far the State Department
has refused to
comment on the incident,
but sources close to
the embassy in Beirut
suggest that the officer
was a member of
a covert operations team
recently placed in Lebanon
to secure the release
of US hostages.
Joe is a night custodian...
Yes?
Yes. This is Chris.
...no plans
to quit his job
with the Dayton
public schools.
Says Joe, "What in the world
would I do with myself..."
Yeah. Okay.
I'll be right over.
Light 100 FM news.
Hi,
I'm Al Kasturzy,
speaking for
all the Kasturzy
automotive dealerships
serving greater Cincinnati
and Dayton, Ohio.
Hey! Taxi!
American, huh?
Yeah.
I always know. Come.
Come, come.
To the taxi.
To the taxi.
Oh.
I'm Gilad. You?
Chris.
Chris.
Where are you
going, Chris?
To the American
embassy, please.
Hmm.
Big shot, huh?
Like you said,
you know.
You not so lucky today.
Oh, yeah?
Why is that?
There was no fighting today.
I don't get it.
No fighting, your plane
lands, and now
you here in Beirut.
So you not so lucky.
Hey, what is this?
Check point.
You let Gilad
do the talking, yes?
Let me see your papers.
Okay.
Hurry up.
Here you go.
-Where are you going?
-To the city.
-East or West?
-West.
-Where are you coming from?
-From the airport.
Who's that? What does he do?
He's a tourist.
A tourist?
A tourist?
-Okay. Go ahead.
-Thanks.
Move quickly, kids. Come on.
Who were they?
Who knows?
Beirut, everyone
has check points.
Why was he laughing?
I told him you were tourist.
You want I wait?
Suit yourself, okay?
I wait.
Sir, can I see
some identification
please?
Sure. Right here.
Okay, sir.
You can go on in.
Security, please...
Mr. Brandt, we've
been expecting you.
Would you turn
around, please?
It's just a formality.
Have a seat, Mr. Brandt.
We'll hang on
to this for you.
Charlie,
your 10:30's clear.
Charles Wolff,
consular section.
Chris, right?
Right.
I won't say
I couldn't tell.
You mind if we walk?
You'll have to forgive
the security boys.
Things have been
a little tense
around here lately
and they're
just doing their job.
Mind if I ask you
what you do
for a living, Chris?
I coach basketball.
College?
High school.
Dayton, Ohio.
Dayton, Ohio.
Well, you're a long way
from home.
Washington told us
you might be coming over.
Or warned us.
Sounds like you've been
raising some
Cain back home.
Yeah. Well, I've been
asking a few questions.
Related to
the untimely death of
your brother, right?
Related to the fact that
I don't believe
my brother is dead. Right.
So I heard.
You got any evidence?
Cards, letters,
correspondence,
something we don't have?
Well, actually, Mr. Wolff,
what brought me over here
was your lack of evidence,
specifically
my brother's body.
Look, it was
a massive explosion.
There was no chance of
recovering any
identifiable remains.
Now, I wish
it hadn't happened,
but it did.
Now, the best thing
you can do is to go home.
My people are
double-checking everything,
we'll get back to you
with some details.
Meantime, sit tight. Oh.
Don't bother to call us.
The phone system sucks.
Nice meeting you, Mr. Brandt.
You can find your way out.
Damn it.
Craig?
My God!
They said you...
But I couldn't believe it.
I'm not Craig.
I'm Chris.
Christopher Brandt.
I'm Craig's brother.
Sandra Ross.
I'm sorry. It's just
that Craig never told me
he was a twin.
He's a twin, Miss Ross.
You're right.
Craig is alive.
Do you smoke?
No.
I know I should give it up,
but I guess Beirut isn't
exactly the place to do it.
Excuse me.
Hello?
Who?
Auntie...
Of course.
Thanks.
Bye.
You speak Arabic?
Yeah.
I grew up here.
I didn't have to learn
the hard way,
like your brother.
Craig speaks Arabic?
Sure. You didn't know?
Well, I haven't
seen him in a while.
We have a lot of
catching up
to do, I guess.
Chris, you know that
every piece of information
we have here confirms...
Yes, I know.
Confirms that
Craig is dead.
That's what
the Marines told me
and that's what
they told me
in Washington, DC.
But they never
found a body.
How well do you know
my brother, Miss Ross?
Sometimes
we work together.
Craig and I are twins.
Do you know
what that means?
Whenever something bad
has happened to him,
I've felt it, inside.
My father used to say
when we were kids,
if one of us fell,
the other one cried.
I know it's hard
to believe,
but I know Craig is alive.
That's why I'm here.
And you said it yourself
out in the hallway,
you don't believe he's dead.
Because I didn't
want to believe it.
Look, I know
this is hard to accept.
Miss Ross, I had
this dream about Craig.
Now, somebody died
but it wasn't him.
Maybe he's in trouble,
but he's not dead.
Chris, stop.
We were going to
send you these.
They were recovered from
the wreckage of the car.
They're your
brother's dog tags.
I'm really sorry, Chris.
Uh...
Thank you. Sorry for
wasting your time.
Chris.
Beirut is dangerous.
You need to
be careful here.
Are you staying at
the Commodore Hotel?
Stay there.
It's the safest.
Look, Chris,
there's some things I think
you don't know about Craig.
This is my home address.
Number eight,
Avenue Georges V.
If you want to talk,
I'll be there. Okay?
Sure. It's a deal.
Commodore Hotel?
Yeah.
Like you say,
you know.
I'll shoot you.
I'll shoot you.
Show your cards.
White, red, blue.
White, red, blue.
White, red, blue.
White, red, blue.
Come on, guys. Let's go.
Wait. Stop.
What?
Stop!
What are you doing?
Back up. Back up.
Okay.
Go left.
That hotel
down the street.
Thanks.
Pyramid Hotel?
You have been in
Beirut before, hmm?
No.
But I recognize
these streets.
But, sir, this is not
a good place to stay.
Just wait here.
Okay.
May I help you?
Do you recognize me?
I mean, do I remind you
of someone you saw here?
Maybe two,
three weeks ago?
No. I'm new here.
It was someone else then.
I need to talk to them.
He's gone.
Gone?
Maybe dead.
I need to see a room.
I'm thinking
about staying.
Yes, of course, sir.
351. It's our best.
He will show you.
Welcome. Welcome,
please.
You have been
in Lebanon before, sir?
No, I just arrived.
But my brother was here.
Here?
Yeah. In Lebanon.
Sir. Sir, the room is
in the third floor. Sir.
Sir. You...
This floor is full.
Full, huh?
Please, sir.
Sir. Sir, it's closed,
really.
Closed?
Yes.
What happened here?
Nothing. I don't know.
Everything is normal.
Normal.
You call this normal?
Welcome to Beirut.
Bullshit. Something
happened in this room.
I feel it.
It was nothing, sir.
Nothing?
That's what
you call nothing, huh? Huh?
A girl.
She was killed.
What else? What else?
A man like you,
they took him away.
They? Who were they?
It's my brother.
Who took him?
Some men. I don't know.
I tell no lie, sir.
I tell no lie.
Hello?
The American spy,
he has a brother.
A twin!
Yes.
Of course I'm sure.
He was right here
at the hotel.
Okay.
Calling your boss? Huh?
Is that
who you're calling?
Your boss?
Please, sir.
I know nothing.
What were you
saying to him, huh?
Nothing, sir.
Nothing.
Get in there!
All right, now you're
going to tell me what
happened to my brother.
Where is he?
The Kashmullah have him.
Kashmullah?
And now we have you, too.
Christ!
You son of the bitch!
Gilad, let's...
Can we go?
Let's go, huh?
-Later, my friend.
I should go.
-Okay. See you later.
Thank you, Gilad.
Sure.
I'll see you.
Bye.
Chris, good luck.
Your key, sir.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Excuse me please.
Pardon me.
A girl.
She was killed.
What else?
A man like you.
They took him away.
Cigarette, Mr. Brandt?
I'm sorry, I forgot.
You don't smoke.
You must the only person
in Beirut who doesn't.
Would you like
something else?
Coca Cola?
We are the same
in many ways, you and I,
professionals.
Only we really know
what it means to win.
And to lose.
I understand you,
even though
you tell me so little.
Remember,
we all talk in the end.
But it's true,
for now we hardly know
one another.
Did you know, for instance,
that I was once
in your state of Ohio?
When I was studying
for my MBA.
Ohio.
It's funny.
You killed the Indians
but you kept their names.
Maybe if you killed me
you'd call a town Abdel?
No?
And how little
I know about you.
You never even told me
you had a twin.
And now he's here,
in Beirut.
Is he a spy like you?
He's quite a fighter,
this brother of yours.
I should have guessed.
He killed one
of my informants.
Another debt to pay.
Can you imagine
what fun I can have
with twins?
I can kill you
and still ransom you.
I can play
so many fucking games,
you won't even know
who you are yourselves.
Yeah?
Open the door,
Mr. Brandt.
All right. All right.
Just a minute.
Mr. Brandt,
open the door.
Give me a minute!
Mr. Brandt,
open the door, please.
Okay, okay!
I'm coming!
What?
Mr. Brandt, you're
under arrest for the murder
of a Lebanese civilian.
Come on. Move. Come on.
Come on. Go inside.
Come on. Move.
Take it easy.
Get in here.
Well, you look like
you fell from the seat
into the shithole.
And that's where
you're going to stay,
unless you start
listening to
some good advice.
What the hell
are you doing here?
Watching out
for your tail is what.
You're doing a great
fucking job so far.
Your brother and I
were good friends,
and we worked
closely together.
Maybe that's what
I'm doing here.
Now you killed a man.
Murder is
punishable by death
in Lebanon,
unless you
croak in jail first.
You see, the legal system,
it's a little slow here.
Now I pulled
some strings for you.
A plane leaves
in two hours.
If you agree to be
on it, I'll have all
the charges dropped.
I can't leave, all right?
We don't work
with civilians, Brandt.
If your brother is alive
I've got work to do.
I can't afford
to be following you around
picking up the pieces.
Now, if he were here,
he'd tell
you the same thing.
Yeah. Well, he's not,
so I'm staying.
Damn right you are, boy.
Right here!
You think about it.
Hey!
What about
my phone call, huh?
Like I said,
the phone system sucks.
Come on. Get out. Quick.
Out. You may go out.
Quick.
Gilad knows, huh?
Yeah. Gilad knows.
So why did you
bail me out, Gilad?
I watch you.
Gilad knows a good man
when he sees one.
Also, you are
good investment.
You Americans are rich.
But it wasn't
so easy to arrange.
See, my brother
has a friend
who has a cousin.
This cousin has
a friend whose brother...
How much did
you have to pay?
Too much.
Thanks, Gilad.
You want I wait?
No. I think
I've had enough
for one day.
Look, Gilad, this is all
I have on me.
Can I owe you the rest?
It's no problem.
I trust you.
See you tomorrow, huh?
Sure.
Thanks, my friend.
-Take care.
-Take care.
May I have the key
to 814, please?
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Shut him up.
Whoa!
Put him in his cell.
Craig?
Craig.
Craig.
My God!
What did they do to you?
Craig.
Water. Water.
Water? Water.
Water! Guards, water!
We need water!
Nice try, coach.
I know it's none
of my business,
but what the fuck
are you doing here?
They told us
you were killed.
A car bomb or
some bullshit like that.
I'm not that careless.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
That's not your style.
Great.
Now go home and tell
them you were right.
No. You're gonna
tell them yourself.
We can take these guys,
Craig. I got a knife
strapped to my ankle.
Under my pants.
You can get it.
Gentlemen, please,
take your time.
This is a very
special moment.
Who do you think
you're dealing with?
Amateurs?
My God!
Remarkable.
You're identical.
I even see
the same hatred
in your eyes.
You must understand
your brother has information
that is vital for us.
Sadly, he's
an obstinate man.
And if he had the chance,
I'm sure
he'd do worse to me.
Your people
have already done
worse to mine.
Who the fuck
are you guys?
The Kashmullah.
Guardians of the oppressed.
People who can,
unfortunately,
never give up.
Put him against the wall.
A photo opportunity.
You'll be famous.
Hold up the paper.
Up. I want to
see it well.
Now, smile.
Deliver it to the press.
Tell them
it's Captain Craig Brandt,
notorious US spy.
Tell them he's in good health.
As they can see,
he's not being tortured.
He'll be freed,
in exchange for
the release of
our 23 brothers
held in jails
around the world.
They have 48 hours,
then we start killing.
Him first.
Now, go.
I've placed an obituary
for another of our brothers.
The man you killed
last night.
You see, we do not
forget our heroes.
Nor do we forget
their murderers.
Nice move, coach.
What are
you gonna do now?
Get the hell
out of here.
Yeah? How the hell
are you gonna do that?
We're gonna do it together.
We're a team, remember?
But you...
Come on, come on.
Come on,
I got you.
Damn it!
Holy shit.
It's the hostages.
They're alive.
That's all that matters.
They're not here.
They ran away. Go after them.
Come on. Quick.
Get out of here, coach. Go.
I'm not going anywhere
without you.
Chris, you're never
going to get out of here
carrying me.
Now, get some help,
tell them
the hostages are alive.
Tell them nothing's
been compromised.
You understand me?
You understand?
Go! Go, man.
Come on. Come on.
Damn you!
Take him away.
Chris.
Hi.
Do you have time to talk?
I think you should
take a look at this.
It's tomorrow
morning's edition.
We've been trying to reach
you at the hotel all night.
You were right.
Craig is alive.
The Kashmullah has
given the State Department
48 hours
to arrange for
the release of 23...
I know. I know.
What?
The photograph is
not Craig.
What do you mean?
It's me.
See, it's the same clothes.
You were there
and you just walked out?
Not exactly.
I was in the
same cell with him.
We almost got away.
Look, Craig is alive,
but just. We have
to go back and get him.
It's not that simple, Chris.
It is absolutely
that simple.
But what about
the other hostages?
You go after Craig,
you jeopardize them.
We get Craig,
we can get the hostages
out too.
Chris,
this isn't the Wild West.
We can't just gun our way down
the streets till we find them.
I already found them.
They found you.
And they are
not stupid, Chris.
You got away.
They'll be long gone
by morning.
I'll find them again.
But I'm going to need
your help. I have to
know who I can trust.
Who has information?
Why couldn't you listen to me?
Why couldn't you just make
this easy on everyone?
Don't you think
it's a little
late for that, Sandra?
I saw Craig half beaten
to death, but still
hanging in there,
because he believes in you,
all of you, goddamn it.
You know what
he said to me in that cell?
He said, "Tell them
nothing has been
compromised."
Nothing's been compromised.
Well, maybe he's wrong.
Maybe everything's been
compromised.
And maybe you really
don't give a damn,
Miss Ross.
I'll see you around.
Chris.
Don't go back to the hotel.
They'll find you again.
You can stay here.
In the morning,
there's someone
I think you should meet.
Someone who might
have some information.
You should get some rest.
I'll see you in the morning.
Sandra is like a jewel
shining among the ruins
of the festering city.
You don't think so,
Mr. Brandt?
You are too kind, Emile.
I'm merely honest.
As Sandra may have told you,
I knew your brother well.
You mean,
you know him well.
Oh, of course,
forgive me.
My English sometime
is not so good.
Oh, I don't know about that.
I grew up here.
My parents ran the hotel.
The finest in Beirut.
Sadly, with the war,
there are no longer
any guests.
Next year, perhaps.
Forgive me.
I am dreaming.
This war,
it's destroyed our country.
All we have left
is our dreams.
Nothing ever changes.
But that's life.
Forgive me.
I grew up
speaking French
and Arabic.
My mother was a
Maronite Christian
and my father
a Sunni Muslim,
so I walk the dangerous
path between
East and West Beirut.
So, I belong to no side.
Yeah, what if
they made you
choose a side?
Oh, they have, Mr. Brandt.
Many times.
Emile,
I believe there were times
that you were able to
assist Captain Brandt
with his work here.
If you mean,
was I able to locate
the hostages,
the answer is,
unfortunately, no.
However, I was able to
put your brother in touch
with some people.
In particularly,
one girl,
who might be able to
furnish the relevant
information
had the circumstances
been more kind.
That was the girl
at the hotel.
Unfortunately.
We need to try again, Emile.
After Chris escaped
last night,
the hostages will have
been moved in a hurry.
Now, that's hard to do
without people noticing.
There will be more
expenses.
Of course.
I'll do my best.
Your brother with the girl.
He was careless.
I hear that you are
careless, too.
Now, it will serve both
our purposes
if you'll be more careful.
More discreet, Mr. Brandt.
You trust that guy?
There aren't too
many saints in Lebanon,
but Emile likes to
believe he has
an honor of sorts.
We pay, he delivers.
And he's right
about one thing, Chris.
You have to be more careful.
Here's the key
to my apartment.
I want you to wait there
until I call.
There's nothing we can do
until we hear from Emile.
You understand?
Yes, Miss Ross.
Get in. I'll drop you
off at the embassy.
You know,
I think I'm going
to walk it.
I could use the fresh air.
You sure you can
find your way?
I did it at night. I think
I can do it in broad
daylight, okay?
Okay.
Jesus. What...
Get in, boy.
You got a plane to catch.
But Sandra said...
Sandra works for us.
Sometimes she forgets that.
Now, get in the goddamn car.
You've met Harold.
He's your new escort,
compliments of Uncle Sam.
Harold even
packed your bag.
After that stunt
you pulled last night,
we don't have time
to dick around.
Till you came into town,
we were close to
recovering the hostages.
Now, we got a 36-hour
deadline
and we don't even know
where the hell they are.
Boy, you're getting
to be a major
pain in my ass.
No smoking, right?
Right.
And make it a window seat.
I want to see him
wave goodbye.
Middle Eastern
Airlines Flight 32
to Paris and New York,
is now ready for boarding.
She's talking to you, boy.
Hey, look at it this way.
In a few hours,
you'll be at home
eating apple pie.
And I'll still be
stuck here eating shit.
Yeah, and maybe
you'll choke on it.
Harold, get off your ass.
Sorry.
Hey!
Taxi! Taxi! Taxi! Taxi!
Damn.
Lets go. Go! Go! Go!
Gilad, hit it.
Let's move.
There he is.
Come on, lets go.
What the hell
were you doing there?
I'm a taxi driver.
It's my job to be there.
The road is blocked.
We've got them
cornered, Harold.
What are you doing?
Damn.
Holy shit.
Gilad, look out.
That was too close.
Gilad!
This doesn't
look good, Gilad.
Jesus, that's a dead end!
Go, man, go!
Oh, shit!
Oh, Jesus.
Fuck!
Gilad, look out!
Whoa!
Damn.
There's nobody in
the fucking car.
What the hell's
so funny?
You have to
admit it, Harold.
He'd be heck of a guy
to have on your side.
Let's get the
hell out of here.
You drive.
Hello? Chris.
I thought you'd be...
On a plane by now?
Yeah, that's what
Charlie thought.
Then he ran into
a technical difficulty.
You have to understand.
Yeah, I know.
You were just doing
your job, right?
Well, you keep doing it
and I'm going to wind
up dead, Sandra.
Chris, I didn't tell
Charlie anything.
Look, you have
to believe me.
Yeah?
Where are you?
I'm with someone
I can trust.
Sandra, why did you do
this to me? You said
you wanted to help me.
I need you help, Sandra.
Can I meet with you?
Not at my apartment.
They must be watching it.
Do you remember
where we met Emile?
Yeah.
I'll meet you there tonight
at 9:00.
Inside the old hotel.
I'll be alone.
I promise.
Okay.
Is everything okay?
Yeah.
Sorry about your car, Gilad.
Ah, don't worry.
We had many
miles together.
And much insurance.
There is however a small...
How do you say?
Deductible?
Yes, deductible.
Put it on my bill.
Okay.
Chris.
Yeah. Hi.
Hi.
Hey, this place
must have been
something else, huh?
It was the grandest hotel
in the Middle East.
The brochures used to
call it "A shining star in
the jewel of the Orient."
My mother used
to bring me here.
I just heard from Emile.
He has the information
you wanted.
He wants to meet with you.
Where?
In Byblos.
Its a small village
just north of the city.
He'll be there at 6:00
outside the church.
Are you coming, too?
No, I can't.
You can't give up, can you?
Even if you wanted to,
you couldn't do it.
You're right. Look,
when Craig and I were
growing up,
everyday after school,
we'd come home,
we'd hang out in
the backyard, shoot baskets,
play one-on-one
basketball.
Alone, neither of
us was very good,
but together we were
pretty good. We made
the team every year.
But you see, the other kids,
they were always trying
to break us apart.
For some reason,
they always came
after me.
Why, I don't know,
but it was always me.
Now, when we were kids,
it was all right,
it was light.
But as we got older,
it got heavier and heavier,
until this one game
in State Championships,
our junior year.
This guard,
he's riding me
pretty serious.
He's throwing his elbows,
stepping on my feet.
It's like he's throwing
punches at me.
Now, Craig looks across
the court and sees this,
walks up to this kid...
Knocks him out cold.
The referee threw
Craig out of the game.
But first,
the coach got him.
He comes charging across
the court, yelling,
"What the hell
do you think you're doing?
"What do you think
you're doing?"
Now, Craig is only
15 years old,
but he looks at the coach
and says,
"That's my twin brother.
What am I supposed to do?"
You see, Sandra,
we're still twins.
What am I supposed to do?
You know?
I have to go.
Does Charlie Wolff
know we're here?
If he knew,
he'd be here by now.
He can't give up,
either, Chris.
And you won't get so
lucky next time.
I should tell him,
you know. I mean,
it's my job to tell him.
But I don't want
you to leave.
I think
I want to help you.
I just don't know
what's right anymore.
Yeah, you do.
Being right doesn't
have to hurt so much.
Hey, you know,
this could be a good
place to dance.
You know, I could learn
to like this place.
Drink.
Thank you.
You are most welcome.
Hey, what's your name, kid?
Yahzi.
Yahzi,
you speak good English.
Only a little.
I teach myself.
Oh, yeah?
Who taught you
to tend bar?
"Tend bar"?
I mean, it's been a long time
since anybody offered
me a drink. That's all.
You're not like the others.
What the hell
are you doing here?
The Kashmullah took me
to be a solider.
They are all
that I have left.
But one day,
I hope to go to
your country.
Yeah? Well, that makes
two of us, kid.
I have a brother in America.
He wants to help me.
I understand that.
I got a brother, too.
He wants to help me.
But he's a fool.
And he cannot.
Do you understand
why we have
these hostages, Yahzi?
Well, let me tell you.
For too long,
our people have
been ignored,
our homes destroyed,
our families slaughtered.
And no one noticed.
But take one
American hostage,
and suddenly
the world listens.
I know.
I was in America
for three years.
The land of Budweiser
and Burger King.
And freedom.
They're such fascinating
people, these Americans.
Full with such high ideals
and such low morality.
America has a pretty face
but an ugly heart.
Never forget, Yahzi,
it was American bullets in
Falangist guns that
massacred your parents.
America is
your destruction,
not your future.
I will show you
the future.
Stand straight.
Good morning,
gentlemen.
I want you to
see something.
Something that
I want you to start
getting used to.
Throw him on the dirt.
Move.
Shoot him.
Do it!
Now.
I'm waiting.
Shoot him, Yahzi.
Remember
your parents, Yahzi,
and the blood.
Remember the help
that never came?
And the flies
that came instead.
Remember the pain, Yahzi,
and the hate.
Shoot him.
Tomorrow the gun
will be loaded.
This is the future
you want, hmm?
It's not so easy
to drive, you know.
Takes time to learn.
Sounds like it.
This is the best
you could do?
I wait for my insurance money.
They say, "Very soon."
I hope so.
Oh, I get it,
this is my fault
that we're
in this jalopy, huh?
Gilad,
where did you get this?
Well, it wasn't
so easy, you know.
My brother has a friend
who has a cousin
who has a friend...
Right, right,
I heard this story.
Money talks right?
Yeah.
I'll be right back.
Okay.
Mr. Brandt,
I'm so glad you're here.
Come, my friend,
have a seat.
I'll stand, thanks.
Sandra is not with you?
No.
Pity.
I hear we had guests
at the hotel last night.
Do you have information
for me or not?
I was indelicate,
my apologies.
I was fortunate.
Sandra was correct
in her assumptions.
Owing to
your disturbance,
the Kashmullah had
to move the hostages
out of Beirut very quickly.
They were a little clumsy
and they were noticed.
By who?
Mr. Brandt, my business
is being helpful.
Like a priest.
If I told you
my secrets, I would
no longer be helpful
and I would no longer
be in business.
However, the hostages
were moved to
a temporary base
in Bakharbadeh.
It is not...
What's the word?
Accessible.
It is 20 miles from here.
Very difficult place.
You're going to
take me there?
That is impossible.
But you will get me close?
Unfortunately,
today I have
some business to do.
Emile, I'm starting
to lose my patience!
Mr. Brandt,
we are in church.
Listen.
There is someone
who might be able
to help you.
In fact,
he is right here
waiting for you
in the monastery.
We're way
ahead of you, Tin Star.
Emile, that
son of a bitch.
What did you expect?
He's a pimp.
Hey!
I've had it
with you, Brandt.
I told you yesterday
you're a major
pain in the ass
even if you do have
a lot of balls.
The Kashmullah
sent out
another press release.
They start killing
hostages tomorrow,
unless we deal. So time's up.
What're you gonna do,
weigh your options?
Official orders are
we're to take
no action that's hostile
or offensive.
Offensive?
When are you guys gonna
wake up, man?
Then, there are
the unofficial orders.
"Do whatever it takes
to get them out."
That means
we're in business.
But get this
straight, Brandt,
you're only in this thing
because you're deniable.
You screw up,
we never even
heard of you.
Just a loose gun
going in on his own.
Gilad, you don't have
to come with us.
They'll rent
the truck from you.
We just need
a vehicle, okay?
I promised my brother
nothing would
happen to the truck.
Nothing's gonna
happen to the truck.
Yes, like nothing
happened to my taxi.
That's it right there,
the old fortress.
Little place they leased
in the country.
Kind of like
a terrorist R&R.
The Kashmullah
doesn't make
a lot of mistakes.
But this just might be one.
It doesn't look like
a mistake to me.
It's gonna take
an army to get in there.
Wrong. By the time
an army
got close enough
every hostage
would be dead.
No, the only way to
pull these guys out
is to keep it small.
How many of them
do you think
are in there?
Near enough 50 in total.
Three of us,
50 of them,
no problem.
Yeah, right.
They run a patrol along
that road every two hours.
They change guards
at that checkpoint
every hour and a half.
So different guys
are usually on duty
when the vehicles come in
and when they go back out.
That's our key in the door.
You really think
we can get in there?
With the
right distraction,
no problem.
What's more important,
though, is that we can
also get back out.
There's a fresh water
system under that fortress.
Canals, lakes, storm drains,
everything interconnects.
Someone's done
their homework.
Yeah, your brother.
Craig always thought
this is one of the places
the hostages
might end up.
So when Emile found out
they were here
I realized
we stood a chance.
A way in, a way out.
Thanks, Craig.
Now, let's see if
we can return the favor.
Gilad, it's time
to split up.
We'll pick you up
on the road later on.
But, listen,
if we're not there
in two hours,
you just find your way back
to Beirut by yourself, okay?
And when you get there
I want you to
give this to Sandra Ross
for me, okay?
It is personal.
Yeah.
It also says Uncle Sam
owes you
one vegetable truck
and whatever is left
of my tab, okay?
See you later, partner.
You think
I'm stopping now, huh?
Gilad, I promise
you'll get paid
in full, okay?
It's not the money,
my friend.
In Lebanon we have a story.
Let me tell it to you.
A Russian went to God
and said,
"God, when will
my people be free?"
And God said, "In 20 years
after you are dead."
And the Russian cried.
Then an African
went to God and said,
"God, when will
my people
no longer starve?"
And God said,
"In 50 years,
after you are dead."
And the African cried.
And finally a Lebanese man
went to God and he said,
"God, when will
the fighting end
in this country?"
And God cried.
You see, Chris,
this time even God
could not answer.
This is my country.
Now our people
must find the courage
to say, "No more."
To stop the crying.
I must come with you.
Hi, it's Sandra.
Yeah, I just wanted to let
you guys know I'm running
a little late this morning.
Yeah, I had a long night.
Had a lot of work to do.
Yeah, I'll be in
in about an hour.
Okay. I'll see you later.
Bye.
I hope the kettle
doesn't take
too long to boil.
We must be moving soon.
Please, don't be afraid,
Miss Ross.
Now, we all
got it straight?
Harold, you cut
the phone lines,
set the charges.
Chris, you trigger them.
Then we all move.
In and out.
We can't hold this place
for long.
Ten minutes, max.
Now, things might
get a little messy.
Just stay close,
stick to the plan.
We'll all do just fine.
Let's move.
Hey, good luck.
Hey, old man,
what do you want?
My truck broke down.
I need a lift
back into town.
We're not going
that way.
But isn't there someplace
you can drop me off?
Listen, old man--
Excuse me.
Here we go.
Trust me, okay?
Do I have a choice?
Hi. How are you doing?
Hey, man,
you new here?
Haven't seen
you guys before.
We came in from Beirut
this morning.
They're moving in
some back-up.
See anything
out on patrol?
Nah, nothing.
Just a stupid old man
and his broken-down truck.
What's with him?
Too much partying
last night.
I know the feeling.
See you later.
Oh, shit.
Hey! No vehicles
are allowed up here.
Don't you know that?
I was told to bring
the truck up here.
They want to send out
the next patrol right away.
Let me go check.
Okay.
The phone system sucks.
OK. Go on in,
but tell the new patrol
to turn around
and get right back out.
Sure. Whatever you say.
Is there any news?
Nothing.
Time is running out
for Captain Brandt.
I thought I said
that no vehicles
are allowed up here.
Hello?
Hello?
Nothing.
Let's hope
this thing works.
God help us.
You two,
up to the roof.
Check it out.
Go down
to the hostages.
Kill them.
Okay, Gilad. That's it.
Go, go, go.
Oh, shit.
Follow me.
Where the fuck
are you going, cowboy?
Hey, I'm
talking to you.
Where are
the hostages?
Jesus, Charlie.
Shit.
Hey!
It's my brother, Yahzi.
He's come
to get me.
Untie
the ropes.
He'll take us
to America.
Both of us.
I promise.
I promise,
Yahzi.
Untie
the ropes.
Do it.
Where do you
think you're going?
They're here.
Stay back, fellows.
Get up, fellows,
and stay close together.
Craig's not here.
Chris, if you're
not back in
five minutes,
I got to
blow the place.
The entrance
won't hold much
longer.
Now go.
All right, y'all,
time to check out.
Yahzi.
Shoot him,
Yahzi.
Shoot him!
Give me
the gun, Yahzi.
You've nothing
to fear.
We're family.
Don't listen
to him.
We take care
of each other.
Don't listen.
Don't listen
to him, Yahzi.
He's lying.
Remember your
parents, Yahzi.
Don't listen
to him.
Don't trust him.
Shoot him, Yahzi!
The gun, please.
Don't listen
to him.
Don't listen
to him. No!
Please.
Shoot him,
Yahzi.
Just
shoot him!
Don't listen
to him! No!
Yahzi, no!
No!
Come on.
Down the well,
gentlemen.
Down the well.
When you get
to the bottom,
you see chalk marks.
Follow them.
Okay.
Stay close together
and keep moving.
Gilad.
Stay with
the hostages.
Get them to Beirut.
Now go.
Go on.
Move it!
Harold.
Come on.
Craig!
Damn it!
Craig!
Craig,
are you okay?
Yeah!
Craig, do you hear
what I hear?
You bet, coach.
It's over,
Abdel.
You're right!
It is over!
I will die today, Mr. Brandt.
But today
is a good day
to die.
And your brother
will die with me.
I told you,
Mr. Brandt!
We can never give up
'cause we...
'Cause we have
nothing left
to give.
Break!
How the hell
did you know I was going
to move right, coach?
Basketball.
You always fake left
and go right.
You could've
killed me.
What if
you were wrong?
I was never
wrong before.
Capt. Brandt,
how was
your vacation?
Not bad.
Kind of missed having
you to kick around,
though.
You guys
go on down there.
I'll wait for Harold.
He's dead,
Charlie.
Then let's get
the hell out of
here.
Hey, man, you
really going to
blow this place?
Why? You want
a postcard?
Come on,
let's move.
Who the hell
are they?
I don't know.
Emile.
Let me handle this.
Emile.
Who the hell
are these guys?
Friends.
What the fuck
is going on?
Mr. Brandt.
So good to see you
looking so well.
I believe I told you
I had some business
to do in Beirut.
The transaction
was successful.
And now I have
a proposition
to make.
What makes you think
I want to hear it?
You have
little choice.
From the first
time I met you,
Mr. Brandt,
I was impressed.
Perhaps others
were not.
But I was.
And I realized,
if I'm correct,
your talents
would provide you
a unique
business opportunity.
I believe
you have
valuable
merchandise
in your truck.
Am I correct?
And I,
I have
a shining jewel.
You bastard.
Chris.
I want your merchandise
Mr. Brandt.
For this,
I will return your jewel,
unblemished.
What are you
talking about?
My English,
sometime is
not so good.
Hand over the hostages.
And I let Sandra go.
What's happening?
Take her away.
What about my brother?
I am in business
of making people happy.
You can keep your brother.
And you get Sandra.
What more
could you want?
Now tell the hostages
to get out of the truck.
Nobody move.
You are testing
my patience.
What about
your dreams Emile?
You told me
you don't take sides.
I do not.
This is
strictly business.
No, this is insanity.
You take the hostages,
you're part of the war.
You become
one of the people
destroying your own country.
My country's
already destroyed.
You're wrong, Emile.
The past is destroyed.
But you still
have the future.
Unless you destroy that too.
There's no deal.
I'm taking
the hostages home.
It's over.
We are not
playing poker.
You will regret this.
Drive through.
What?
You heard me, Gilad.
Drive through.
Okay.
Stop the truck.
These two
know each other?
I believe
they've met.
Hello Miss Ross.
Hello Mr. Brandt.
to room 235?
Here you go.
Thanks.
You should
watch your back.
That's your job.
Was I followed?
Mmm-mmm.
You have something
for me?
A present.
A street address.
Can I help you, sir?
Oh, my God.
Shit.
Captain Craig Brandt.
Put these on. Now!
Mayla.
Mayla.
You have betrayed
your people.
Why?
I betrayed you.
You are not my people.
You're right.
She's right.
Mayla, no!
I want him alive!
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It's 6:41.
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a little bit after the news
in our 925 contest.
Good morning.
Charles Van Zandt,
Light 100 FM news.
First up today,
a report's just in
from Lebanon.
Early this morning,
a massive car bomb
shook the city.
Due to the force
of the explosion,
no identifiable remains
have been recovered
from the vehicle
but it is feared that
the car was being driven
by an off-duty
US Marine officer.
So far the State Department
has refused to
comment on the incident,
but sources close to
the embassy in Beirut
suggest that the officer
was a member of
a covert operations team
recently placed in Lebanon
to secure the release
of US hostages.
Joe is a night custodian...
Yes?
Yes. This is Chris.
...no plans
to quit his job
with the Dayton
public schools.
Says Joe, "What in the world
would I do with myself..."
Yeah. Okay.
I'll be right over.
Light 100 FM news.
Hi,
I'm Al Kasturzy,
speaking for
all the Kasturzy
automotive dealerships
serving greater Cincinnati
and Dayton, Ohio.
Hey! Taxi!
American, huh?
Yeah.
I always know. Come.
Come, come.
To the taxi.
To the taxi.
Oh.
I'm Gilad. You?
Chris.
Chris.
Where are you
going, Chris?
To the American
embassy, please.
Hmm.
Big shot, huh?
Like you said,
you know.
You not so lucky today.
Oh, yeah?
Why is that?
There was no fighting today.
I don't get it.
No fighting, your plane
lands, and now
you here in Beirut.
So you not so lucky.
Hey, what is this?
Check point.
You let Gilad
do the talking, yes?
Let me see your papers.
Okay.
Hurry up.
Here you go.
-Where are you going?
-To the city.
-East or West?
-West.
-Where are you coming from?
-From the airport.
Who's that? What does he do?
He's a tourist.
A tourist?
A tourist?
-Okay. Go ahead.
-Thanks.
Move quickly, kids. Come on.
Who were they?
Who knows?
Beirut, everyone
has check points.
Why was he laughing?
I told him you were tourist.
You want I wait?
Suit yourself, okay?
I wait.
Sir, can I see
some identification
please?
Sure. Right here.
Okay, sir.
You can go on in.
Security, please...
Mr. Brandt, we've
been expecting you.
Would you turn
around, please?
It's just a formality.
Have a seat, Mr. Brandt.
We'll hang on
to this for you.
Charlie,
your 10:30's clear.
Charles Wolff,
consular section.
Chris, right?
Right.
I won't say
I couldn't tell.
You mind if we walk?
You'll have to forgive
the security boys.
Things have been
a little tense
around here lately
and they're
just doing their job.
Mind if I ask you
what you do
for a living, Chris?
I coach basketball.
College?
High school.
Dayton, Ohio.
Dayton, Ohio.
Well, you're a long way
from home.
Washington told us
you might be coming over.
Or warned us.
Sounds like you've been
raising some
Cain back home.
Yeah. Well, I've been
asking a few questions.
Related to
the untimely death of
your brother, right?
Related to the fact that
I don't believe
my brother is dead. Right.
So I heard.
You got any evidence?
Cards, letters,
correspondence,
something we don't have?
Well, actually, Mr. Wolff,
what brought me over here
was your lack of evidence,
specifically
my brother's body.
Look, it was
a massive explosion.
There was no chance of
recovering any
identifiable remains.
Now, I wish
it hadn't happened,
but it did.
Now, the best thing
you can do is to go home.
My people are
double-checking everything,
we'll get back to you
with some details.
Meantime, sit tight. Oh.
Don't bother to call us.
The phone system sucks.
Nice meeting you, Mr. Brandt.
You can find your way out.
Damn it.
Craig?
My God!
They said you...
But I couldn't believe it.
I'm not Craig.
I'm Chris.
Christopher Brandt.
I'm Craig's brother.
Sandra Ross.
I'm sorry. It's just
that Craig never told me
he was a twin.
He's a twin, Miss Ross.
You're right.
Craig is alive.
Do you smoke?
No.
I know I should give it up,
but I guess Beirut isn't
exactly the place to do it.
Excuse me.
Hello?
Who?
Auntie...
Of course.
Thanks.
Bye.
You speak Arabic?
Yeah.
I grew up here.
I didn't have to learn
the hard way,
like your brother.
Craig speaks Arabic?
Sure. You didn't know?
Well, I haven't
seen him in a while.
We have a lot of
catching up
to do, I guess.
Chris, you know that
every piece of information
we have here confirms...
Yes, I know.
Confirms that
Craig is dead.
That's what
the Marines told me
and that's what
they told me
in Washington, DC.
But they never
found a body.
How well do you know
my brother, Miss Ross?
Sometimes
we work together.
Craig and I are twins.
Do you know
what that means?
Whenever something bad
has happened to him,
I've felt it, inside.
My father used to say
when we were kids,
if one of us fell,
the other one cried.
I know it's hard
to believe,
but I know Craig is alive.
That's why I'm here.
And you said it yourself
out in the hallway,
you don't believe he's dead.
Because I didn't
want to believe it.
Look, I know
this is hard to accept.
Miss Ross, I had
this dream about Craig.
Now, somebody died
but it wasn't him.
Maybe he's in trouble,
but he's not dead.
Chris, stop.
We were going to
send you these.
They were recovered from
the wreckage of the car.
They're your
brother's dog tags.
I'm really sorry, Chris.
Uh...
Thank you. Sorry for
wasting your time.
Chris.
Beirut is dangerous.
You need to
be careful here.
Are you staying at
the Commodore Hotel?
Stay there.
It's the safest.
Look, Chris,
there's some things I think
you don't know about Craig.
This is my home address.
Number eight,
Avenue Georges V.
If you want to talk,
I'll be there. Okay?
Sure. It's a deal.
Commodore Hotel?
Yeah.
Like you say,
you know.
I'll shoot you.
I'll shoot you.
Show your cards.
White, red, blue.
White, red, blue.
White, red, blue.
White, red, blue.
Come on, guys. Let's go.
Wait. Stop.
What?
Stop!
What are you doing?
Back up. Back up.
Okay.
Go left.
That hotel
down the street.
Thanks.
Pyramid Hotel?
You have been in
Beirut before, hmm?
No.
But I recognize
these streets.
But, sir, this is not
a good place to stay.
Just wait here.
Okay.
May I help you?
Do you recognize me?
I mean, do I remind you
of someone you saw here?
Maybe two,
three weeks ago?
No. I'm new here.
It was someone else then.
I need to talk to them.
He's gone.
Gone?
Maybe dead.
I need to see a room.
I'm thinking
about staying.
Yes, of course, sir.
351. It's our best.
He will show you.
Welcome. Welcome,
please.
You have been
in Lebanon before, sir?
No, I just arrived.
But my brother was here.
Here?
Yeah. In Lebanon.
Sir. Sir, the room is
in the third floor. Sir.
Sir. You...
This floor is full.
Full, huh?
Please, sir.
Sir. Sir, it's closed,
really.
Closed?
Yes.
What happened here?
Nothing. I don't know.
Everything is normal.
Normal.
You call this normal?
Welcome to Beirut.
Bullshit. Something
happened in this room.
I feel it.
It was nothing, sir.
Nothing?
That's what
you call nothing, huh? Huh?
A girl.
She was killed.
What else? What else?
A man like you,
they took him away.
They? Who were they?
It's my brother.
Who took him?
Some men. I don't know.
I tell no lie, sir.
I tell no lie.
Hello?
The American spy,
he has a brother.
A twin!
Yes.
Of course I'm sure.
He was right here
at the hotel.
Okay.
Calling your boss? Huh?
Is that
who you're calling?
Your boss?
Please, sir.
I know nothing.
What were you
saying to him, huh?
Nothing, sir.
Nothing.
Get in there!
All right, now you're
going to tell me what
happened to my brother.
Where is he?
The Kashmullah have him.
Kashmullah?
And now we have you, too.
Christ!
You son of the bitch!
Gilad, let's...
Can we go?
Let's go, huh?
-Later, my friend.
I should go.
-Okay. See you later.
Thank you, Gilad.
Sure.
I'll see you.
Bye.
Chris, good luck.
Your key, sir.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Excuse me please.
Pardon me.
A girl.
She was killed.
What else?
A man like you.
They took him away.
Cigarette, Mr. Brandt?
I'm sorry, I forgot.
You don't smoke.
You must the only person
in Beirut who doesn't.
Would you like
something else?
Coca Cola?
We are the same
in many ways, you and I,
professionals.
Only we really know
what it means to win.
And to lose.
I understand you,
even though
you tell me so little.
Remember,
we all talk in the end.
But it's true,
for now we hardly know
one another.
Did you know, for instance,
that I was once
in your state of Ohio?
When I was studying
for my MBA.
Ohio.
It's funny.
You killed the Indians
but you kept their names.
Maybe if you killed me
you'd call a town Abdel?
No?
And how little
I know about you.
You never even told me
you had a twin.
And now he's here,
in Beirut.
Is he a spy like you?
He's quite a fighter,
this brother of yours.
I should have guessed.
He killed one
of my informants.
Another debt to pay.
Can you imagine
what fun I can have
with twins?
I can kill you
and still ransom you.
I can play
so many fucking games,
you won't even know
who you are yourselves.
Yeah?
Open the door,
Mr. Brandt.
All right. All right.
Just a minute.
Mr. Brandt,
open the door.
Give me a minute!
Mr. Brandt,
open the door, please.
Okay, okay!
I'm coming!
What?
Mr. Brandt, you're
under arrest for the murder
of a Lebanese civilian.
Come on. Move. Come on.
Come on. Go inside.
Come on. Move.
Take it easy.
Get in here.
Well, you look like
you fell from the seat
into the shithole.
And that's where
you're going to stay,
unless you start
listening to
some good advice.
What the hell
are you doing here?
Watching out
for your tail is what.
You're doing a great
fucking job so far.
Your brother and I
were good friends,
and we worked
closely together.
Maybe that's what
I'm doing here.
Now you killed a man.
Murder is
punishable by death
in Lebanon,
unless you
croak in jail first.
You see, the legal system,
it's a little slow here.
Now I pulled
some strings for you.
A plane leaves
in two hours.
If you agree to be
on it, I'll have all
the charges dropped.
I can't leave, all right?
We don't work
with civilians, Brandt.
If your brother is alive
I've got work to do.
I can't afford
to be following you around
picking up the pieces.
Now, if he were here,
he'd tell
you the same thing.
Yeah. Well, he's not,
so I'm staying.
Damn right you are, boy.
Right here!
You think about it.
Hey!
What about
my phone call, huh?
Like I said,
the phone system sucks.
Come on. Get out. Quick.
Out. You may go out.
Quick.
Gilad knows, huh?
Yeah. Gilad knows.
So why did you
bail me out, Gilad?
I watch you.
Gilad knows a good man
when he sees one.
Also, you are
good investment.
You Americans are rich.
But it wasn't
so easy to arrange.
See, my brother
has a friend
who has a cousin.
This cousin has
a friend whose brother...
How much did
you have to pay?
Too much.
Thanks, Gilad.
You want I wait?
No. I think
I've had enough
for one day.
Look, Gilad, this is all
I have on me.
Can I owe you the rest?
It's no problem.
I trust you.
See you tomorrow, huh?
Sure.
Thanks, my friend.
-Take care.
-Take care.
May I have the key
to 814, please?
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Shut him up.
Whoa!
Put him in his cell.
Craig?
Craig.
Craig.
My God!
What did they do to you?
Craig.
Water. Water.
Water? Water.
Water! Guards, water!
We need water!
Nice try, coach.
I know it's none
of my business,
but what the fuck
are you doing here?
They told us
you were killed.
A car bomb or
some bullshit like that.
I'm not that careless.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
That's not your style.
Great.
Now go home and tell
them you were right.
No. You're gonna
tell them yourself.
We can take these guys,
Craig. I got a knife
strapped to my ankle.
Under my pants.
You can get it.
Gentlemen, please,
take your time.
This is a very
special moment.
Who do you think
you're dealing with?
Amateurs?
My God!
Remarkable.
You're identical.
I even see
the same hatred
in your eyes.
You must understand
your brother has information
that is vital for us.
Sadly, he's
an obstinate man.
And if he had the chance,
I'm sure
he'd do worse to me.
Your people
have already done
worse to mine.
Who the fuck
are you guys?
The Kashmullah.
Guardians of the oppressed.
People who can,
unfortunately,
never give up.
Put him against the wall.
A photo opportunity.
You'll be famous.
Hold up the paper.
Up. I want to
see it well.
Now, smile.
Deliver it to the press.
Tell them
it's Captain Craig Brandt,
notorious US spy.
Tell them he's in good health.
As they can see,
he's not being tortured.
He'll be freed,
in exchange for
the release of
our 23 brothers
held in jails
around the world.
They have 48 hours,
then we start killing.
Him first.
Now, go.
I've placed an obituary
for another of our brothers.
The man you killed
last night.
You see, we do not
forget our heroes.
Nor do we forget
their murderers.
Nice move, coach.
What are
you gonna do now?
Get the hell
out of here.
Yeah? How the hell
are you gonna do that?
We're gonna do it together.
We're a team, remember?
But you...
Come on, come on.
Come on,
I got you.
Damn it!
Holy shit.
It's the hostages.
They're alive.
That's all that matters.
They're not here.
They ran away. Go after them.
Come on. Quick.
Get out of here, coach. Go.
I'm not going anywhere
without you.
Chris, you're never
going to get out of here
carrying me.
Now, get some help,
tell them
the hostages are alive.
Tell them nothing's
been compromised.
You understand me?
You understand?
Go! Go, man.
Come on. Come on.
Damn you!
Take him away.
Chris.
Hi.
Do you have time to talk?
I think you should
take a look at this.
It's tomorrow
morning's edition.
We've been trying to reach
you at the hotel all night.
You were right.
Craig is alive.
The Kashmullah has
given the State Department
48 hours
to arrange for
the release of 23...
I know. I know.
What?
The photograph is
not Craig.
What do you mean?
It's me.
See, it's the same clothes.
You were there
and you just walked out?
Not exactly.
I was in the
same cell with him.
We almost got away.
Look, Craig is alive,
but just. We have
to go back and get him.
It's not that simple, Chris.
It is absolutely
that simple.
But what about
the other hostages?
You go after Craig,
you jeopardize them.
We get Craig,
we can get the hostages
out too.
Chris,
this isn't the Wild West.
We can't just gun our way down
the streets till we find them.
I already found them.
They found you.
And they are
not stupid, Chris.
You got away.
They'll be long gone
by morning.
I'll find them again.
But I'm going to need
your help. I have to
know who I can trust.
Who has information?
Why couldn't you listen to me?
Why couldn't you just make
this easy on everyone?
Don't you think
it's a little
late for that, Sandra?
I saw Craig half beaten
to death, but still
hanging in there,
because he believes in you,
all of you, goddamn it.
You know what
he said to me in that cell?
He said, "Tell them
nothing has been
compromised."
Nothing's been compromised.
Well, maybe he's wrong.
Maybe everything's been
compromised.
And maybe you really
don't give a damn,
Miss Ross.
I'll see you around.
Chris.
Don't go back to the hotel.
They'll find you again.
You can stay here.
In the morning,
there's someone
I think you should meet.
Someone who might
have some information.
You should get some rest.
I'll see you in the morning.
Sandra is like a jewel
shining among the ruins
of the festering city.
You don't think so,
Mr. Brandt?
You are too kind, Emile.
I'm merely honest.
As Sandra may have told you,
I knew your brother well.
You mean,
you know him well.
Oh, of course,
forgive me.
My English sometime
is not so good.
Oh, I don't know about that.
I grew up here.
My parents ran the hotel.
The finest in Beirut.
Sadly, with the war,
there are no longer
any guests.
Next year, perhaps.
Forgive me.
I am dreaming.
This war,
it's destroyed our country.
All we have left
is our dreams.
Nothing ever changes.
But that's life.
Forgive me.
I grew up
speaking French
and Arabic.
My mother was a
Maronite Christian
and my father
a Sunni Muslim,
so I walk the dangerous
path between
East and West Beirut.
So, I belong to no side.
Yeah, what if
they made you
choose a side?
Oh, they have, Mr. Brandt.
Many times.
Emile,
I believe there were times
that you were able to
assist Captain Brandt
with his work here.
If you mean,
was I able to locate
the hostages,
the answer is,
unfortunately, no.
However, I was able to
put your brother in touch
with some people.
In particularly,
one girl,
who might be able to
furnish the relevant
information
had the circumstances
been more kind.
That was the girl
at the hotel.
Unfortunately.
We need to try again, Emile.
After Chris escaped
last night,
the hostages will have
been moved in a hurry.
Now, that's hard to do
without people noticing.
There will be more
expenses.
Of course.
I'll do my best.
Your brother with the girl.
He was careless.
I hear that you are
careless, too.
Now, it will serve both
our purposes
if you'll be more careful.
More discreet, Mr. Brandt.
You trust that guy?
There aren't too
many saints in Lebanon,
but Emile likes to
believe he has
an honor of sorts.
We pay, he delivers.
And he's right
about one thing, Chris.
You have to be more careful.
Here's the key
to my apartment.
I want you to wait there
until I call.
There's nothing we can do
until we hear from Emile.
You understand?
Yes, Miss Ross.
Get in. I'll drop you
off at the embassy.
You know,
I think I'm going
to walk it.
I could use the fresh air.
You sure you can
find your way?
I did it at night. I think
I can do it in broad
daylight, okay?
Okay.
Jesus. What...
Get in, boy.
You got a plane to catch.
But Sandra said...
Sandra works for us.
Sometimes she forgets that.
Now, get in the goddamn car.
You've met Harold.
He's your new escort,
compliments of Uncle Sam.
Harold even
packed your bag.
After that stunt
you pulled last night,
we don't have time
to dick around.
Till you came into town,
we were close to
recovering the hostages.
Now, we got a 36-hour
deadline
and we don't even know
where the hell they are.
Boy, you're getting
to be a major
pain in my ass.
No smoking, right?
Right.
And make it a window seat.
I want to see him
wave goodbye.
Middle Eastern
Airlines Flight 32
to Paris and New York,
is now ready for boarding.
She's talking to you, boy.
Hey, look at it this way.
In a few hours,
you'll be at home
eating apple pie.
And I'll still be
stuck here eating shit.
Yeah, and maybe
you'll choke on it.
Harold, get off your ass.
Sorry.
Hey!
Taxi! Taxi! Taxi! Taxi!
Damn.
Lets go. Go! Go! Go!
Gilad, hit it.
Let's move.
There he is.
Come on, lets go.
What the hell
were you doing there?
I'm a taxi driver.
It's my job to be there.
The road is blocked.
We've got them
cornered, Harold.
What are you doing?
Damn.
Holy shit.
Gilad, look out.
That was too close.
Gilad!
This doesn't
look good, Gilad.
Jesus, that's a dead end!
Go, man, go!
Oh, shit!
Oh, Jesus.
Fuck!
Gilad, look out!
Whoa!
Damn.
There's nobody in
the fucking car.
What the hell's
so funny?
You have to
admit it, Harold.
He'd be heck of a guy
to have on your side.
Let's get the
hell out of here.
You drive.
Hello? Chris.
I thought you'd be...
On a plane by now?
Yeah, that's what
Charlie thought.
Then he ran into
a technical difficulty.
You have to understand.
Yeah, I know.
You were just doing
your job, right?
Well, you keep doing it
and I'm going to wind
up dead, Sandra.
Chris, I didn't tell
Charlie anything.
Look, you have
to believe me.
Yeah?
Where are you?
I'm with someone
I can trust.
Sandra, why did you do
this to me? You said
you wanted to help me.
I need you help, Sandra.
Can I meet with you?
Not at my apartment.
They must be watching it.
Do you remember
where we met Emile?
Yeah.
I'll meet you there tonight
at 9:00.
Inside the old hotel.
I'll be alone.
I promise.
Okay.
Is everything okay?
Yeah.
Sorry about your car, Gilad.
Ah, don't worry.
We had many
miles together.
And much insurance.
There is however a small...
How do you say?
Deductible?
Yes, deductible.
Put it on my bill.
Okay.
Chris.
Yeah. Hi.
Hi.
Hey, this place
must have been
something else, huh?
It was the grandest hotel
in the Middle East.
The brochures used to
call it "A shining star in
the jewel of the Orient."
My mother used
to bring me here.
I just heard from Emile.
He has the information
you wanted.
He wants to meet with you.
Where?
In Byblos.
Its a small village
just north of the city.
He'll be there at 6:00
outside the church.
Are you coming, too?
No, I can't.
You can't give up, can you?
Even if you wanted to,
you couldn't do it.
You're right. Look,
when Craig and I were
growing up,
everyday after school,
we'd come home,
we'd hang out in
the backyard, shoot baskets,
play one-on-one
basketball.
Alone, neither of
us was very good,
but together we were
pretty good. We made
the team every year.
But you see, the other kids,
they were always trying
to break us apart.
For some reason,
they always came
after me.
Why, I don't know,
but it was always me.
Now, when we were kids,
it was all right,
it was light.
But as we got older,
it got heavier and heavier,
until this one game
in State Championships,
our junior year.
This guard,
he's riding me
pretty serious.
He's throwing his elbows,
stepping on my feet.
It's like he's throwing
punches at me.
Now, Craig looks across
the court and sees this,
walks up to this kid...
Knocks him out cold.
The referee threw
Craig out of the game.
But first,
the coach got him.
He comes charging across
the court, yelling,
"What the hell
do you think you're doing?
"What do you think
you're doing?"
Now, Craig is only
15 years old,
but he looks at the coach
and says,
"That's my twin brother.
What am I supposed to do?"
You see, Sandra,
we're still twins.
What am I supposed to do?
You know?
I have to go.
Does Charlie Wolff
know we're here?
If he knew,
he'd be here by now.
He can't give up,
either, Chris.
And you won't get so
lucky next time.
I should tell him,
you know. I mean,
it's my job to tell him.
But I don't want
you to leave.
I think
I want to help you.
I just don't know
what's right anymore.
Yeah, you do.
Being right doesn't
have to hurt so much.
Hey, you know,
this could be a good
place to dance.
You know, I could learn
to like this place.
Drink.
Thank you.
You are most welcome.
Hey, what's your name, kid?
Yahzi.
Yahzi,
you speak good English.
Only a little.
I teach myself.
Oh, yeah?
Who taught you
to tend bar?
"Tend bar"?
I mean, it's been a long time
since anybody offered
me a drink. That's all.
You're not like the others.
What the hell
are you doing here?
The Kashmullah took me
to be a solider.
They are all
that I have left.
But one day,
I hope to go to
your country.
Yeah? Well, that makes
two of us, kid.
I have a brother in America.
He wants to help me.
I understand that.
I got a brother, too.
He wants to help me.
But he's a fool.
And he cannot.
Do you understand
why we have
these hostages, Yahzi?
Well, let me tell you.
For too long,
our people have
been ignored,
our homes destroyed,
our families slaughtered.
And no one noticed.
But take one
American hostage,
and suddenly
the world listens.
I know.
I was in America
for three years.
The land of Budweiser
and Burger King.
And freedom.
They're such fascinating
people, these Americans.
Full with such high ideals
and such low morality.
America has a pretty face
but an ugly heart.
Never forget, Yahzi,
it was American bullets in
Falangist guns that
massacred your parents.
America is
your destruction,
not your future.
I will show you
the future.
Stand straight.
Good morning,
gentlemen.
I want you to
see something.
Something that
I want you to start
getting used to.
Throw him on the dirt.
Move.
Shoot him.
Do it!
Now.
I'm waiting.
Shoot him, Yahzi.
Remember
your parents, Yahzi,
and the blood.
Remember the help
that never came?
And the flies
that came instead.
Remember the pain, Yahzi,
and the hate.
Shoot him.
Tomorrow the gun
will be loaded.
This is the future
you want, hmm?
It's not so easy
to drive, you know.
Takes time to learn.
Sounds like it.
This is the best
you could do?
I wait for my insurance money.
They say, "Very soon."
I hope so.
Oh, I get it,
this is my fault
that we're
in this jalopy, huh?
Gilad,
where did you get this?
Well, it wasn't
so easy, you know.
My brother has a friend
who has a cousin
who has a friend...
Right, right,
I heard this story.
Money talks right?
Yeah.
I'll be right back.
Okay.
Mr. Brandt,
I'm so glad you're here.
Come, my friend,
have a seat.
I'll stand, thanks.
Sandra is not with you?
No.
Pity.
I hear we had guests
at the hotel last night.
Do you have information
for me or not?
I was indelicate,
my apologies.
I was fortunate.
Sandra was correct
in her assumptions.
Owing to
your disturbance,
the Kashmullah had
to move the hostages
out of Beirut very quickly.
They were a little clumsy
and they were noticed.
By who?
Mr. Brandt, my business
is being helpful.
Like a priest.
If I told you
my secrets, I would
no longer be helpful
and I would no longer
be in business.
However, the hostages
were moved to
a temporary base
in Bakharbadeh.
It is not...
What's the word?
Accessible.
It is 20 miles from here.
Very difficult place.
You're going to
take me there?
That is impossible.
But you will get me close?
Unfortunately,
today I have
some business to do.
Emile, I'm starting
to lose my patience!
Mr. Brandt,
we are in church.
Listen.
There is someone
who might be able
to help you.
In fact,
he is right here
waiting for you
in the monastery.
We're way
ahead of you, Tin Star.
Emile, that
son of a bitch.
What did you expect?
He's a pimp.
Hey!
I've had it
with you, Brandt.
I told you yesterday
you're a major
pain in the ass
even if you do have
a lot of balls.
The Kashmullah
sent out
another press release.
They start killing
hostages tomorrow,
unless we deal. So time's up.
What're you gonna do,
weigh your options?
Official orders are
we're to take
no action that's hostile
or offensive.
Offensive?
When are you guys gonna
wake up, man?
Then, there are
the unofficial orders.
"Do whatever it takes
to get them out."
That means
we're in business.
But get this
straight, Brandt,
you're only in this thing
because you're deniable.
You screw up,
we never even
heard of you.
Just a loose gun
going in on his own.
Gilad, you don't have
to come with us.
They'll rent
the truck from you.
We just need
a vehicle, okay?
I promised my brother
nothing would
happen to the truck.
Nothing's gonna
happen to the truck.
Yes, like nothing
happened to my taxi.
That's it right there,
the old fortress.
Little place they leased
in the country.
Kind of like
a terrorist R&R.
The Kashmullah
doesn't make
a lot of mistakes.
But this just might be one.
It doesn't look like
a mistake to me.
It's gonna take
an army to get in there.
Wrong. By the time
an army
got close enough
every hostage
would be dead.
No, the only way to
pull these guys out
is to keep it small.
How many of them
do you think
are in there?
Near enough 50 in total.
Three of us,
50 of them,
no problem.
Yeah, right.
They run a patrol along
that road every two hours.
They change guards
at that checkpoint
every hour and a half.
So different guys
are usually on duty
when the vehicles come in
and when they go back out.
That's our key in the door.
You really think
we can get in there?
With the
right distraction,
no problem.
What's more important,
though, is that we can
also get back out.
There's a fresh water
system under that fortress.
Canals, lakes, storm drains,
everything interconnects.
Someone's done
their homework.
Yeah, your brother.
Craig always thought
this is one of the places
the hostages
might end up.
So when Emile found out
they were here
I realized
we stood a chance.
A way in, a way out.
Thanks, Craig.
Now, let's see if
we can return the favor.
Gilad, it's time
to split up.
We'll pick you up
on the road later on.
But, listen,
if we're not there
in two hours,
you just find your way back
to Beirut by yourself, okay?
And when you get there
I want you to
give this to Sandra Ross
for me, okay?
It is personal.
Yeah.
It also says Uncle Sam
owes you
one vegetable truck
and whatever is left
of my tab, okay?
See you later, partner.
You think
I'm stopping now, huh?
Gilad, I promise
you'll get paid
in full, okay?
It's not the money,
my friend.
In Lebanon we have a story.
Let me tell it to you.
A Russian went to God
and said,
"God, when will
my people be free?"
And God said, "In 20 years
after you are dead."
And the Russian cried.
Then an African
went to God and said,
"God, when will
my people
no longer starve?"
And God said,
"In 50 years,
after you are dead."
And the African cried.
And finally a Lebanese man
went to God and he said,
"God, when will
the fighting end
in this country?"
And God cried.
You see, Chris,
this time even God
could not answer.
This is my country.
Now our people
must find the courage
to say, "No more."
To stop the crying.
I must come with you.
Hi, it's Sandra.
Yeah, I just wanted to let
you guys know I'm running
a little late this morning.
Yeah, I had a long night.
Had a lot of work to do.
Yeah, I'll be in
in about an hour.
Okay. I'll see you later.
Bye.
I hope the kettle
doesn't take
too long to boil.
We must be moving soon.
Please, don't be afraid,
Miss Ross.
Now, we all
got it straight?
Harold, you cut
the phone lines,
set the charges.
Chris, you trigger them.
Then we all move.
In and out.
We can't hold this place
for long.
Ten minutes, max.
Now, things might
get a little messy.
Just stay close,
stick to the plan.
We'll all do just fine.
Let's move.
Hey, good luck.
Hey, old man,
what do you want?
My truck broke down.
I need a lift
back into town.
We're not going
that way.
But isn't there someplace
you can drop me off?
Listen, old man--
Excuse me.
Here we go.
Trust me, okay?
Do I have a choice?
Hi. How are you doing?
Hey, man,
you new here?
Haven't seen
you guys before.
We came in from Beirut
this morning.
They're moving in
some back-up.
See anything
out on patrol?
Nah, nothing.
Just a stupid old man
and his broken-down truck.
What's with him?
Too much partying
last night.
I know the feeling.
See you later.
Oh, shit.
Hey! No vehicles
are allowed up here.
Don't you know that?
I was told to bring
the truck up here.
They want to send out
the next patrol right away.
Let me go check.
Okay.
The phone system sucks.
OK. Go on in,
but tell the new patrol
to turn around
and get right back out.
Sure. Whatever you say.
Is there any news?
Nothing.
Time is running out
for Captain Brandt.
I thought I said
that no vehicles
are allowed up here.
Hello?
Hello?
Nothing.
Let's hope
this thing works.
God help us.
You two,
up to the roof.
Check it out.
Go down
to the hostages.
Kill them.
Okay, Gilad. That's it.
Go, go, go.
Oh, shit.
Follow me.
Where the fuck
are you going, cowboy?
Hey, I'm
talking to you.
Where are
the hostages?
Jesus, Charlie.
Shit.
Hey!
It's my brother, Yahzi.
He's come
to get me.
Untie
the ropes.
He'll take us
to America.
Both of us.
I promise.
I promise,
Yahzi.
Untie
the ropes.
Do it.
Where do you
think you're going?
They're here.
Stay back, fellows.
Get up, fellows,
and stay close together.
Craig's not here.
Chris, if you're
not back in
five minutes,
I got to
blow the place.
The entrance
won't hold much
longer.
Now go.
All right, y'all,
time to check out.
Yahzi.
Shoot him,
Yahzi.
Shoot him!
Give me
the gun, Yahzi.
You've nothing
to fear.
We're family.
Don't listen
to him.
We take care
of each other.
Don't listen.
Don't listen
to him, Yahzi.
He's lying.
Remember your
parents, Yahzi.
Don't listen
to him.
Don't trust him.
Shoot him, Yahzi!
The gun, please.
Don't listen
to him.
Don't listen
to him. No!
Please.
Shoot him,
Yahzi.
Just
shoot him!
Don't listen
to him! No!
Yahzi, no!
No!
Come on.
Down the well,
gentlemen.
Down the well.
When you get
to the bottom,
you see chalk marks.
Follow them.
Okay.
Stay close together
and keep moving.
Gilad.
Stay with
the hostages.
Get them to Beirut.
Now go.
Go on.
Move it!
Harold.
Come on.
Craig!
Damn it!
Craig!
Craig,
are you okay?
Yeah!
Craig, do you hear
what I hear?
You bet, coach.
It's over,
Abdel.
You're right!
It is over!
I will die today, Mr. Brandt.
But today
is a good day
to die.
And your brother
will die with me.
I told you,
Mr. Brandt!
We can never give up
'cause we...
'Cause we have
nothing left
to give.
Break!
How the hell
did you know I was going
to move right, coach?
Basketball.
You always fake left
and go right.
You could've
killed me.
What if
you were wrong?
I was never
wrong before.
Capt. Brandt,
how was
your vacation?
Not bad.
Kind of missed having
you to kick around,
though.
You guys
go on down there.
I'll wait for Harold.
He's dead,
Charlie.
Then let's get
the hell out of
here.
Hey, man, you
really going to
blow this place?
Why? You want
a postcard?
Come on,
let's move.
Who the hell
are they?
I don't know.
Emile.
Let me handle this.
Emile.
Who the hell
are these guys?
Friends.
What the fuck
is going on?
Mr. Brandt.
So good to see you
looking so well.
I believe I told you
I had some business
to do in Beirut.
The transaction
was successful.
And now I have
a proposition
to make.
What makes you think
I want to hear it?
You have
little choice.
From the first
time I met you,
Mr. Brandt,
I was impressed.
Perhaps others
were not.
But I was.
And I realized,
if I'm correct,
your talents
would provide you
a unique
business opportunity.
I believe
you have
valuable
merchandise
in your truck.
Am I correct?
And I,
I have
a shining jewel.
You bastard.
Chris.
I want your merchandise
Mr. Brandt.
For this,
I will return your jewel,
unblemished.
What are you
talking about?
My English,
sometime is
not so good.
Hand over the hostages.
And I let Sandra go.
What's happening?
Take her away.
What about my brother?
I am in business
of making people happy.
You can keep your brother.
And you get Sandra.
What more
could you want?
Now tell the hostages
to get out of the truck.
Nobody move.
You are testing
my patience.
What about
your dreams Emile?
You told me
you don't take sides.
I do not.
This is
strictly business.
No, this is insanity.
You take the hostages,
you're part of the war.
You become
one of the people
destroying your own country.
My country's
already destroyed.
You're wrong, Emile.
The past is destroyed.
But you still
have the future.
Unless you destroy that too.
There's no deal.
I'm taking
the hostages home.
It's over.
We are not
playing poker.
You will regret this.
Drive through.
What?
You heard me, Gilad.
Drive through.
Okay.
Stop the truck.
These two
know each other?
I believe
they've met.
Hello Miss Ross.
Hello Mr. Brandt.