Merchant of Death (1997) - full transcript

[music playing]

Jimmy, come away from there.

It's too dangerous.

[music playing]

Give me the ball.

Mommy!

Dad, throw me the ball.

OK.

Go deep.

Deeper.

Come on, Dad.



Throw me the ball.

[music playing]

Jimmy!

Yasmin!

Lunch is ready!

I'm coming.

[music playing]

Buenos dias, Senor Randall.

What's going on?

It's all right, honey.

Forgive me, Senora.

I come to talk to your husband.

We come to help you
change your mind.

Look, I told you people
a thousand times before.



I'm not selling,
and that's final.

You leave me no choice.

Mommy!

Yasmin!

Mommy!

[gunshot]

Yasmin!

[gunshot]

Oh!

[laughs]

What are you doing?

Nobody was supposed to get hurt.

You killed those people.

Shut up, Gringo, or you next.

[music playing]

[screaming]

[thud]

[laughter]

Today's your
lucky day, gringo.

[laughs]

PRIEST: Oh, Lord
Jesus Christ, please

look down upon this gatheringand bless all who come here.

For this is a gathering of pain.

A family passed.

Friends, mourning
a tragic situation.

Lord Jesus, please help
the surviving child.

[music playing]

[tires squealing]

[gunshots]

[yelling]

[explosions]

[gun shots]

[yelling]

[gun shots]

[yelling]

[gun shots]

Woo!

Yeah!

[yelling]

[gun shots]

[explosions]

[gun shots]

[yelling]

[maniacal laughter]

[helicopter whirring]

[tires squealing]

[police sirens]

[gun shots]

[yelling]

[gun shots]

[explosions]

[yelling]

[gun shots]

[tires squealing]

[gun shots]

[explosions]

[gun shots]

[yelling]

[glass smashing]

PANELLA: Can you
tell me how this

could be allowed to happen?

OK, boys.

I'm in a position to offera general amnesty, boys.

Give me Panella.

[gun shots]

Don't just stand there.

Kill the bastard.

[tires squealing]

[police sirens]

[police sirens]

[gun shots]

[police sirens]

[tires squealing]

Any sign of Panella?

POLICE OFFICER: That's
a negative, Bennet.

Shit.

[explosion]

[yelling]

[gun shots]

[explosion]

[screaming]

[explosion]

[gun shot]

[gun shots]

[machine gun fire]

[screaming]

[gun shots]

[screaming]

Get that son of a bitch.

There are four
cops dead, Randall.

Somebody is going to
have to take the blame.

This isn't fucking Bogot .

You should have cleared
it with Washburn.

- Sam.
- Bennet, calm down.

Dammit, Sam.

I'm about to lower
the boom on Panella

and Randall here decides
to play Superman.

All that time andplanning down the crapper.

Planning?

Policeman are being
shredded, Sam.

I had to do what had to be done.

Your men got killed becausethey couldn't obey orders.

My men got killed becauseyou put them in harm's way

and ordered them not to shoot.

Is that so?

JIM RANDALL: That's right.

HARV BENNET: And Isuppose it's also my fault

that the evidence we neededto finally indict Panella

went up in smoke?

That's right.

What the hell were you
doing anyway, Randall?

Excuse me?

You had no
business being there.

This is the city of Portland.

We're the police
department, remember?

Agent Bennet, will you kindlywait for me in my office?

I'd like a word
alone with Captain

Washburn and Sergeant Randall.

Then you and I'll get tothe bottom of this thing.

Fine.

We'll do it your way, Pembroke.

But I'm telling you
now, I'm not letting

go of this until this
reckless hot head

has been adequately censured.

And he will be, I assure you.

Hang on, chief.

Let's hear Jim's
side of the story.

CARL PEMBROKE: What's the point?

Different day, same old shit.

I should've come down
on him the first time

when his hot dog antics
got Gardener plugged.

Instead, I listened to
you and cut him slack.

Now I gotta be the one walkinginto the commissioner's office

with egg all over my face.

Bennet is DEA, Chief!

I don't want to
hear it, Sergeant.

You're off active duty,
pending a full review

and psychological evaluation.

There's nothing
wrong with me, Sam.

Says you.

Only it's high time we foundout for sure, don't you think?

Would you ask Dr. Weathersto come in here please?

RECEPTIONIST [ON
PHONE]: Yes, sir.

Right away, sir.

Hello, Captain.
Detective.

Doctor.

Well, if you're
ready, Detective,

I suggest that we
get right to it.

Get right to what?

The preliminary interview.

Doctor, I'm going to haveto ask for a rain check.

If you'll excuse me,
I've got work to do.

CARL PEMBROKE: You gothrough that door, Randall,

and you're done.

Your re-instatement
is contingent

upon your full cooperationwith Dr. Weathers

here throughout the
evaluation process.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Good.

Well, doctor, he's all yours.

It'll take about
an hour, Detective.

Shall we?

Listen, Ms. Weathers.

Nothing personal, but
I really don't feel

like wasting my time on this.

And I'm sure you
feel the same way.

It's Dr. Weathers, Detective.

And you know what?

I don't have time
for your bullshit.

So if you're not willing
to make the effort,

then you do me a favor andyou let me know right now.

Well, you heard Pembroke.

I really don't have
a choice, do I?

Uh-huh.

You want to keep your job?

Then I suggest we get started.- Doctor.

I've been out doing police work.

So if you don't
mind, I'd like to get

cleaned up before we do this.

If that's all right?

That's fine.

I'll be in here.

Hey.

Everything OK?

Fine.

I'm at Rudy's

[music playing]

How're you doing, Rudy?

All right.

What's that for?

The next time shitclouds are headed your way.

I think I need a
bigger one, Rudy.

Well, it's the
thought that counts.

Hey, Rudy.

You think I'm nuts?

You're a cop, remember?

Oh my god.

[ominous music playing]

Ah, Dr. Weathers.

How was your session
with Sergeant Randall?

I think it went about aswell as can be expected.

Good.

Chief Pembroke,
why hasn't Detective

Randall already undergonea psychological evaluation?

Oh, ask Captain Washburn.

Really?

Oh, excuse me.

You have a good day, you hear?

You too, Chief.

DR. WEATHERS: Detective.

What happened to
you this afternoon?

Surprised I haven't
heard from Pembroke yet.

I'm willing to give you alittle latitude, Detective,

but I do have my limits.

So why are you here?

Come on, doc.

You must understand that apsych evaluation isn't exactly,

you know, good for my career.

Now, hypothetically, ifI did have a screw loose,

would you be able
to help me tighten

it up and keep my badge?

Hypothetically?

Yeah.

I think so.

JIM RANDALL: These are
interesting pictures.

My one passion as of late.

Besides work, that is.

No, I really like them.

Thank you.

That's flattering.

[pager beeping]

Could I use your phone?

Yeah.
Yeah.

Sure.

Sam.

Yeah, it's Jim.

What's up?

No shit.
All right.

Look.

I'll get Gordon
and run right over.

Come on, Sam.

He's my snitch.

All right.

All right.

I'll meet you there
in 10 minutes.

Bye.

I got to go.

Let's at least reschedulethe preliminary interview.

I really got to go.

Look, I'll give you
a call tomorrow,

and we'll set something up.OK.

Fair enough?

OK.

Fair enough.

OK.

[ominous music playing]

Look, I know
he's your contact,

but if he's got anything
solid on Panella,

I've got to take it to Bennet.

Yep.

How did your meeting
with Doc Weathers go?

It went fine, sir.

Good.

Jimmy, you know I've always keptmy nose out of your business--

Yeah, and that's a side ofyou I always appreciated, Sam.

Look.

What happened to your
family, it was terrible,

and it was unfair as hell, but--

Wait, wait, what
are you getting at?

You can't go on like you are.

It's eating you up, Jim.

I hear you.

Yeah.

But are you really listening?

Sam, I'm listening.

OK?

Easy, you sound like my wife.

So where do you meet this guy?

He's usually hiding in somedark corner like a little rat.

There he is.

Hey, scumbag.

Holy shit!

Bennet's not the only
one I've pissed off.

[gun shots]

On three.

1, 2, go!

[gun shot]

[gun shots]

[tires squealing]

[explosion]

[gun shots]

[motorcycle engine revving]

[gun shots]

[gun shots]

[explosion]

[screaming]

- I know another way out.- OK.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

Go!

Holy shit.

This is one big trap, Jim.

Come on.

[gun shots]

Reload.

[gun shot]

[explosion]

[screaming]

[gun shot]

[screaming]

[gun shots]

[yelling]

[machine gun firing]

Sam, come on!

[gun shot]

[screaming]

Up the stairs.

OK.

[machine gun firing]

[explosion]

Now what?

Ladder.

[machine gun firing]

SAM WASHBURN: Jim!

Shit.

Easy.

Easy!

It's all right.

It's just a scratch.
Come on.

Come on.

Off the ladder.

All right, Sam.

Here you go.

Holy shit.

It's the only way down.

[explosion]

[yelling]

[glass smashing]

[water splashing]

Come on.

Ah!

All right.

You're all right.

Take it easy.

You're kidding?

Jim.

Jim, I've got to talk toyou before it's too late.

What are you
saying too late for?

You're going to be fine, Sam.OK?

Just take it easy.

Your parents.

I was there.

Sam.
You're delirious.

Don't try to talk, OK?

Just take it easy.

SAM WASHBURN: I'm
telling you I was--

I was there.

I didn't know they
were going to do it.

I tried to stop them.

You know me, Jim.

I mean, I tried to--

you've got to forgive me, Jim.

You got to believe me.

What are you saying, Sam?

Who?

Who, Sam?

I didn't get any
names or reasons.

I-- I've been
trying to find out.

You know, get some
justice so maybe you--

you could let go of the anger.

What did you find out, Sam?

Hyperion Exports.

Antoni--

Antony who?

PANELLA: Hello,
Detective Randall.

You know what disappoints me?

That I can only kill you once.

[gun shots]

[screaming]

[police sirens]

JIM RANDALL: Sam?

[police sirens]

[tires squealing]

POLICE OFFICER:
They're over here!

Is he all right?

What about you?

Jim?

JIM RANDALL: Emma, I don'tknow what to say to you.

Are you OK, Jim?

You look like you've
got a lot on your mind.

I don't know how this
is going to sound, Emma,

but I was there when--

you know, at the end.

And he was--

He-- he told you, didn't he?

Oh, Jim.

How long have you known?

Well, he never told me.

But the night of the
murders he was a mess.

A few months later, he saidhe'd been mixed up in something

terrible but didn't elaborate.

I was scared.

I'm afraid to know anymore so I didn't push him.

Well, then when he took
you under his wing--

but to this day, I refuseto believe he actually--

Emma, he told
me he didn't know

what they were going to do, thathe actually tried to stop them.

I believed him.

He was a good man, Jim.

JIM RANDALL: He was about totell me who else was involved,

but he couldn't finish.

Emma, if there's anything--

anything at all that
you can tell me, please.

There's just that.

Sam had no idea that I knew.

Kind of nice, Sam,
but it wasn't much help.

Detective Randall.

I am so sorry about
Captain Washburn.

It must be very
difficult for you.

Yeah.

What's this?

Officially, your
case is closed.

But if you would
like to talk, please

feel free to call any time.

Free now?

Yeah, I suppose.

I mean, I teach a
class at one, but I--

I'd like to show
you something.

[music playing]

This is what I
wanted to show you.

That's where they landed.

I read about the
killings in your file.

It's tragic, the
senselessness of it all.

Yeah.

That's what I thought.

Till last night.

What is this?

Just read it.

I don't know.
This is indescribable.

Now I know why he wasagainst a psych evaluation.

You have anyexperience with hypnosis?

Yeah.

Some.

Why?

I don't know.

Just curious.

Come on.

It's getting late.

We better get out of here.

Rudy.

How you doing?

I'll have a bottle of Sambuca.

Handed in my shield today.

You're kidding?

No.

Give me that tray
of shot glasses.

How are you doing, buddy?

I've been better.

Yeah.

With Sam gone, Pembroke wouldhave got you sooner or later.

Yeah.
I suppose.

What you going to do now?

I don't know.

Got a lighter?

Well, you need anything,you know where to find me.

You ever hear of
Hyperion Exports?

Hyperion?

Hyperion.
Yeah.

Sounds familiar.
- Listen, Billy.

I want you to go back
to the police station,

get on the computer,
find out all you

can on Hyperion Exports for me.

OK.

Now is a good time.

Fine.

Hey, that ain't
a good idea, buddy.

Ah, shut up.

OK, boys.

Drink up.

I buried an old and dear friendtoday, in more ways than one.

[knocking on door]

You're late.

Oh, love what you've
done to the place.

Real homey.

JIM RANDALL: Is that it?

Hyperion file.

Legit business is paper goods,but unless their side line

is luxury car stories they'reeither running a chop shop

or a sweet little fence.

What the hell is
this about, anyway?

Something to do with the--

Yeah, yeah,
something like that.

Fine.

Don't tell me.

Hey, you got a beer?

Whiskey would be better.
- Hey.

Aren't you on a job?

Don't you have any work to do?

It's my afternoon off.

Billy, I've got a
lot of work here.

Come on.

Very nice.

Very nice.

Put my ass on the line for you.

You can't even offer
me a lousy drink.

Here.

What the hell is this?

That is beer, whiskey,whatever you want, Billy.

You're welcome, Randall.

Get a drink.

Yeah.

Yeah.

[music playing]

This is private property.

Yeah, sure.

My mistake.

Hey, I thought you
were going to call.

BILLY GORDON: Phone was busy.

So what do you got?

You mind telling me why
you're taking pictures

of a major underworld kingpin?

I'd rather not say, Billy, OK?

You think Birch is
one of the killers?

I don't know.

Christ, man.

That was 25 years ago.

The trail's gonna be ice cold.

Yeah?

OK.

I'm gonna go.

Hey, Billy.

Do me a favor.

Keep this under your hat, OK?

Sure.

No problem.

Thanks.

[music playing]

Mr. Canning.

Mr. Fitzhugh.

Mr. Fitzhugh.
Pleasure.

Mr. Mayor.

Oh, no, no, no.

That's Bob nowadays.

Take a seat.

Can I offer you anything?

A coffee, water?

I'm fine.

I'm fine, thanks.

What exactly is it
you're writing about?

I hope you don't mind.

No, of course not.

Go ahead.

Sam Washburn.

Washburn?

Wasn't there something in thenews just last week about a

Washburn?
- Yeah.

Sam Washburn was captain
of drugs and vice

for the Portland PD and diedin the line of duty last week.

Oh, right.

No.

Terrible.

Terrible tragedy.

Other than that
you didn't know him?

No.

No.

Not that I recall, no.

What's this actually all about?

Well, I've been working
on this story about,

you know, those crazy peoplemake false accusations

how big corporations
are powerful individuals

like yourself.

Well, a friend of mine
at "The Oregonian"

forwarded a letter
to me that was

sent to him by Sam Washburn.

Now, why this is interesting tome is Sam Washburn, a captain

of the Portland
PD, doesn't exactly

fit the file that therest of these crazy people

tend to share.

I see.

JIM RANDALL: Do you remember theRandall family murders in 1974?

You were in office
then, weren't you?

Oh, yes.
Of course I remember.

Terrible thing.

Terrible tragedy.

Terrible.

Terrible.

Well, you see, Bob, in thisletter that Sam Washburn sent,

he claims that the partnershipyou formed with Hyperion and El

Condor, well, he claims thatyou guys conspired to murder

the Randall family
because you wanted

to drill oil on their farmland.

And of course, they
wouldn't sell the farm.

Oh, preposterous.

JIM RANDELL: Of course.

Look, I can dig out
the title deed for you.

It'll take a little while.- Not necessary.

Got a copy right here.

And the paperwork indicates thatthe farm was sold three weeks

before the murders happened.You see.

JIM RANDELL: Hey.
Take it easy.

Don't get me wrong.

I never believe any
of this crazy talk.

You see, I'm looking
for the thing that

links all these
crazy people together

that fits them into this
little profile of mine.

Now, I understand youdidn't know him yourself,

but maybe somebody at AnchorHolding did know Sam Washburn.

Mr. Fitzhugh, I
am Anchor Holding.

I've made every decision
here from day one.

Well, then, I
guess his problem

is with one of the other guysfrom the other two companies.

You know, Bob, you couldsave me an awful lot of work

if you could hook me
up with connections

over at Hyperion and El Condor.

Here.

This is what I'll do.

Evelyn, will you jot downsome information for Mr.

Fitzhugh on Anthony Birchof Hyperion and Herv

Velazquez of El Condor.

He'll pick it up on the way out.

Thank you.

That's terrific.

My pleasure.

I'll tell you what.

I'll contact them for you, Herv Velasquez and Anthony Birch,

and tell them you'll call them.

And here's my card.

Give me a call if you
want anything else.

Thanks a lot, Bob.
Really appreciate it.

Thanks for your time.

My pleasure Hey, don't forget.

Send me that article
when it's finished.

OK?
- Will do.

Good.

There you go, Mr. Fitzhugh.

Thank you.

[music playing]

[knock on the door]

- Jim.
- Hi.

Can I come in?
- Yeah.

Of course.

Just thought I'd take
advantage of that offer

for a little talk.

So what did you
want to talk about?

Remember the other day Iasked you about hypnosis?

Yeah.

JIM RANDALL: You see this guy.

This is Anthony Birch.

He's kind of a famous
criminal in this town.

I have reason to
believe he was involved

in murdering my family.

One of the reasons is
that it's his eye patch.

I kind of had
nightmares about that.

I once read that you
could hypnotize a person

and they'd be able
to remember things

they never remembered before.

Sometimes that is possible.

Yes.

I want you to hypnotize me.

It can be extremely traumatic.

JIM RANDALL: I understand.

I'm willing to go for it.

If you could help me
remember some details

from that afternoon, it wouldmake a big difference, Maggie.

Are you sure you
want to do this?

Yes.

OK.

Let's give it a shot.

I'm going to go
very slowly, Jim.

I want you to go back
to that day 25 years ago

when you lost your family.

Can you describe to mewhere you were on that day?

We were on the mountain.

MAGGIE WEATHERS: Mhm.

We're having a picnic.

It's Mom, and Daddy,
and Yasmin, and me.

It's a beautiful day.

Dad and I are playing
catch with the football.

Dad can throw the ball so high.

He throws a bomb, but
it goes over my head,

so I have to find it.

While I'm looking for theball I hear voices, strangers.

When I come back with theball, there's three men

and they're fighting with Dad.

Can you hear whatthey're arguing about, Jim?

The pirate is
arguing with Dad.

The pirate?

Why do you call him
the pirate, Jim?

He has a patch
on his right eye.

He wants Dad to sell.

But Dad says, no.

No.

Everyone is getting very angry.

This Spanish man, he
gets very mad, and he--

and he shoots Yasmin.

This-- this Spanish man hitsMom and Dad gets very angry.

The Spanish man knocks Daddown and throws him off the--

over-- over the cliff.

Dad.

Dad is gone, and I'm hiding.

OK.

I'm going to count to three.

And when I touch your face,you'll wake up, 1, 2, 3.

[chuckles] What the
hell did you do, doc?

How did it go?

I think we got
some good stuff.

I'm sorry, I know it's
not very professional.

Yeah.

I know what you mean.

But you were right.
This was a good idea.

Because everything that Icould think of to ask you

you answered.

Rewind to 1:36.

JIM RANDALL [ON
TAPE]: Three men,

and they're fighting with Dad.

MAGGIE WEATHERS [ON
TAPE]: Can you hear what

they're arguing about, Jim?

JIM RANDALL [ON TAPE]:
He wants Dad to sell.

When I asked you if
you had any idea what

the man wanted your father tosell, all you could think of

was the farm.

Well, they were farmers.

You know, they didn't haveanything else, really.

Then I guess that
we have to consider

that a possible motive.

Somebody wanted your father'sfarm and he refused to sell.

So--

Well, I suppose
it's a place to start.

So, now what?

I've got a lot to think about.

Thanks, Maggie.

This is going to make
a big difference.

You're welcome.

MAN [ON PHONE]:
Everything's set.

Had a little trouble
with the first guy,

but I took care of it.

That's right.

Yeah.

Hmm.

MAN [ON PHONE]: Want
to wait till tomorrow?

Just do what I told you, OK?

MAN [ON PHONE]: Yeah.

WAITER: Here's your tea.

MAGGIE WEATHERS: Thank you.

So-- so how are youprogressing on your, um--

Dead end at the moment.

MAGGIE WEATHERS: I'm sorry.

[ominous music playing]

[camera shutter clicking]

What is it?

Nothing.

Nothing, I guess.

[camera shutter clicking]

MAGGIE WEATHERS: Heartsof palm, stuff like that.

[ominous music playing]

What is it?

Ah, nothing, I guess.

Maybe the lack of sleep'scatching up with me.

Gonna have to do
something about that.

[rock music playing]

Yeah.
Billy.

Jim.

Look, I need a ride.

No, I don't to use my car.

Just get over here, OK?
Great.

Bye.

[tires squealing]

Shit!

The fuck is that?

Jesus.

Don't these guys
know we're cops?

[tires squealing]

These guys are serious.

Can we lose them?
- Yep.

Then do it.

[tires squealing]

[screaming]

[tires squealing]

Where did you
get your license?

I drove a cab in New York.

[train horn blowing]

There's a train, Billy.

[train horn blowing]

Billy, there's a train.

Got it.

[train horn blowing]

How did you do that?

[tires squealing]

[crash]

[explosion]

Well, you sure
lost them, Billy.

Yeah.
Told you.

What's this?

Check this out.

Who the fuck are these guys?

I don't know.

But they're awfully interestedin Maggie Weathers and me.

They hit on you.

They've gotta go for her.

Give me your cell phone.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

JIM RANDALL [ON PHONE]:
Yeah, Maggie, it's Jim.

Listen to me now.

I got to talk to you, andI can't talk on the phone.

We have to meet
in a public place.

Do you understand?

How about if we meet at themain lobby near the library

at the University?
Yeah.

The library would be great.

I'm on my way.

Bye.

[music playing]

[ominous music playing]

Is there something I canhelp you gentlemen with?

No, thanks.

I've got an appointment
with Dr. Weathers.

And what time would that be?

Right now.

[gun shot]

[screaming]

Finish up here.

[gun shots]

[screaming]

We need back up!

[gun shots]

[glass shattering]

[crowd screaming]

[gun shots]

[glass shattering]

[gun shots]

[explosion]

[screaming]

What's going on?

[gun shots]

[glass shattering]

[gun shots]

Hello, Dr. Weathers.

Would you come with me, please?

The magazine in this
gun holds 13 rounds.

You do the math.

[ominous music playing]

Inside.

Charles, are you OK?

What the hell happened here?

Some maniac shot
out the security desk.

Dr. Maggie Weathers.

Where is she?

Um, they say that she wastaken away in a black limo.

Where we going?

They've take Maggie.

They're using her as bait.

[phone ringing]

MAN [ON PHONE]: Dr. Weathers.

Who is this?

MAN [ON PHONE]: We'llmeet soon enough, my dear.

I thought I'd call personallyto make sure you're comfortable.

What do you want with me?

MAN [ON PHONE]: Your
silence, Dr. Weathers.

What are you talking about?

MAN [ON PHONE]: Mr. Randallposes a serious threat

to myself and my partners.

And by association, so do you.

Oh, this is bullshit.

I'm not hungry.

Suit yourself.

[music playing]

[gun shots]

[gun shots]

[machine gun fire]

[gun shots]

[yelling]

[gun shots]

[machine gun fire]

[yelling]

[explosion]

[screaming]

[explosions]

[gun shots]

[gun shots]

[empty magazine clicking]

Can you tell me what
the hell is going on?

There's a maniacblowing up the warehouse.

Is that him?

[gun shots]

[machine gun fire]

[screaming]

[explosion]

[yelling]

[machine gun fire]

[yelling]

[explosion]

[machine gun fire]

[magazine reloading]

I think we better move.

Somebody is going
to pay for this.

[gun shots]

I bet you meant my familyno harm 25 years ago.

Where's Dr. Weathers?

I don't know.

She's not here.

I just take orders.

OK, asshole.

You'll do some talking
at the police station.

Come on.

[ANGRILY] Come on!

[gun shots]

[yelling]

Shit.

[phone ringing]

Yeah.
Birch here.

MAN [ON PHONE]:
Howdy, my friend.

It's Argo.

Everything under control there?

Yes.

Where's the girl?

MAN [ON PHONE]: The girl?

Why do you ask about her?

Who is this?

Who is on the phone here?

Shit.

Mr. Velasquez.

Hi.

Bob Canning at AnchorHolding gave me your number.

Yes, it is.

Oh, great.

Then you know why I'm calling.

That would be great.

Thank you very much, sir.

It seems I'm finally going tosucceed where Anthony failed,

Pepe.

To close the book
on the Randall saga.

The idiot is on his way here.

Hello, Mac.

That's right.

Listen, I'm going to
be in Caracas tomorrow.

I want you to pick me
up and give me a lift.

Don't give me any crap.

You owe me big time.

If it wasn't for me you'd be injail wearing a dress right now.

Now, listen.

I'm going to need hardware.

Know what I mean?

OK.

Tomorrow.

Bye.

[music playing]

Hey, when this is
all over, what do you

say we get together for a beer?

You buying?

Yeah.

Sounds good to me.

See you later, huh?

[music playing]

Sleeping off a
hangover in this heat?

Must be tough, Mac.

Welcome to Venezuela, Randall.

You got the hardware?

In the bag.

Would you mind telling mewhere the hell we're going?

The name Herv Velasquezmean anything to you?

Velasquez?

Some scuttlebutt a fewyears back about the java

biz being a cover
for coke trafficking,

but nothing was ever--

wait a minute.

You're not telling me thatyou're going to take out--

Not take out.

Take back.

You are not smoking
that shit in my plane.

[propeller engines whirring]

[music playing]

Reception committee.

I hope you know what theheck you're doing, Randall.

Get your butt back
here because I

can't fly this thing at night.

I hope it doesn't
take that long.

Fitzhugh?

Close enough.

We are your transport.

How nice.

[music playing]

Out.

What the hell's going on here?

Cross the bay.

Yeah.

Sure.

[gun shots]

[car engine revving]

[music playing]

[ominous music playing]

MAN: Hey!

[yelling]

[water splashing]

[gun shots]

[music playing]

[maniacal laughter]

[music playing]

[gun shot]

[timer beeping]

[timer beeping]

[timer beeping]

[explosion]

[explosions]

[screaming]

[explosions]

[yelling]

[gun shots]

[machine gun fire]

[explosions]

[screaming]

[explosions]

Pepe, please be so kindand bring Mr. Randall to me.

[explosions]

[QUICK, SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

[explosions]

[machine gun fire]

[gun shot]

It's you.

It is you.

Senor Randall.

Impressive entrance.

When I was a
little boy, Herv ,

I watched you kill my family.

Mr. Randall.

What is it you really want?

Peace of mind.

You'll never get
away with this, gringo.

Shut up.

You drive.

Go.

[music playing]

Where are we going?

I hope you don't
mind flying coach.

[ominous music playing]

Adios, Randall!

Stupid gringo!

[maniacal laughter]

[yelling]

It was not my idea tokill your family, Randall.

Then who?

Pull me up and I tell you.

I'm waiting, Herv , Who?

It was Canning.

He's always called the shots.

Bob Canning?

The Bob Canning?

It's true.

I'm telling you.

It was even his idea
to get into cocaine.

JIM RANDALL: Why?

Pull me up. [ECHO] Pull me up.

Pull me up.

I'll tell you.

Why?

We needed big money, and fast.

We got it, and more.

So much none of us
would walk away from it.

Canning's connections purchasedmost of my merchandise.

Now pull me up.

Your dirty little
empire, built

on the bones of my family.

Come on.

Come on.

Let's go.

Come on.

We're got a plane to catch.

Come on.

Let's go.

Let's go.

[screaming]

[thud]

Come on.

Let's go.

Where is your passenger?

What do you know.

We had a little falling out.

[music playing]

BOB CANNING: Dr. Weathers.

We've never actually met but wehave talked on the telephone.

Yes, we have talked.

And I still don't understandwhat you're saying.

No, what I'm sayingconcerns your Mr. Randall.

[music playing]

[machine gun fire]

[screaming]

BOB CANNING: Now,
normally I wouldn't be

here for something like this.

But after all the
trouble he's caused me,

I've learned one very
invaluable lesson.

Never leave to otherswhat you can do yourself.

You scumbag.

Mr. Canning, sir.

Best we get out of herebefore this whole place caves

in on us.

Dr. Weathers, if you please.

[machine gun fire]

[machine gun fire]

[screaming]

[explosions]

[machine gun fire]

[explosions]

Get the documents out of thesafe downstairs and meet me

at the back.

[music playing]

[windows shattering]

[screaming]

Canning!

Velasquez told the
truth, didn't he?

If you're expecting an apology,Randall, you can forget it.

So you murdered my family.

Your father's stubbornnessgave me no choice.

It was nothing personal.

Purely a business decision.

Murder is a business tactic.

Right?

No.

I prefer to look at it
as a hostile takeover.

That's all.

No more jokes, Canning.

Let her go.

Well, doctor.

Looks like you only
sacrifice to vengeance.

This isn't about revenge.

I'm glad to hear it.

I've got a deal for you.

You lower the gun,
the doctor lives,

and I pay you handsomely
for your silence.

No deal.

Just let her go.

Well, can't say I
didn't try, my dear.

So how are we gonna to do this?

Hmm?

I shoot the doctorfirst, then you shoot me?

That it?
- All right.

Let her go.

Give your beloved
parents my regards.

[SHOUTING] Look out!

[glass shattering]

You all right?

Yeah.

[explosion]

Get the fuck out of here.

[coughing]

[yelling]

[explosion]

[glass shattering]

[coughing and spluttering]

[screaming]

[explosions]

[police sirens]

Chief Pembroke here.

Wait five.

You all right?

Yeah.

[police sirens]

Is it over, Jim?

Yeah.

It's over.

CARL PEMBROKE: Randall?

What in God's name
is going on here?

It's all over, Chief.

CARL PEMBROKE: Over?

What's over?

What in the hell are
you talking about?

I'm talking about
peace of mind, Chief.

Peace of mind?

You're going to have
to be a little less

abstract than that, son.

What in the hell's this?

Just listen to it.

We'll talk about my badgein a couple of days.

Chief.

Chief Pembroke here.

Control, get me a
couple of meat wagons

and a whole lot of body bags.

[ANGRILY] What do you meanyou don't got no body bags?

What do we do now?

Let's go to my place.

There's something I've
been wanting to do.

You gonna take my picture?

Yeah.

That too.

Billy Gordon.

Maggie, this is
my partner, Billy.

A man I owe quite
a few drinks to.

What do you say we all go toRudy's, have a few cocktails?

OK.

Rudy's it is.

[music playing]