Bombshell (2016) - full transcript
In 1985, when a vessel protesting nuclear testing is sunk in New Zealand, local police fight to prove it was a terrorist plot by their French allies.
Five, four, three, two, one.
Fire!
Coming!
No, don't open the door.
As if I would!
It's your last night before you ship out.
Rongelap needs help.
The people are still suffering.
The effects of the fallout
are getting worse, not better.
And the fucking French
haven't learnt the lesson, either.
Neither have you!
How long this time?
How long before
you tuck in your kids again?
Joanne, please.
When's it going to be enough?
Who exactly are you saving the world for?
Certainly not your family?
I want our kids left
with a world to grow up in.
And I want them to have a father!
They have a father!
I want to be a father.
And a husband.
That's up to you, not me.
It's up to us.
Fine. Okay.
Stay tonight.
The kids'd like it
if you were here in the morning.
If we were just fucking trying.
General Saulnier.
What is this, Minister Hernu?
We're now planning operations
against a bunch of hippies?
Lacoste prefers to call them
"environmental terrorists."
Lacoste is an idiot.
He would've blown them
out of the water years ago.
And why not?
Their actions are illegal.
And now they plan to disrupt
our testing programme?
It has to be stopped.
The protest or our tests?
This Greenpeace, your bunch of hippies,
has annoyed the Canadians,
the British, the Spanish...
I doubt we'll encounter opposition
if we force them to abandon
their ridiculous plans.
Lacoste is on to it.
DGSE?
For God's sake.
Have you forgotten Beirut?
The Iranian Embassy?
Admiral Lacoste
has had two years to tidy up.
This was a simple courtesy,
to keep you informed.
We already have
an operative on the ground.
I don't want you to go.
I know you don't, but I have to.
We'll miss your birthday!
You can still have a cake.
More for you and Paul!
Okay?
Remember when you asked me why
we were here, in Mummy's country,
when I'm from Portugal?
And I told you I left
because I didn't want to fight in a war.
In Angaler. Yes.
Angola. Yes.
Now, there's another war,
and this time, I do want to fight.
Because it's important.
I know you miss me.
And I miss you, too.
But it's for you, darling, and for Paul.
It's a job I have to do. Okay?
Will you have a gun?
This is my gun.
But the test centre
is in French Sovereign Territory!
If they set foot in it,
Admiral Frage's security
can arrest them immediately...
But that's my point, Lacoste.
These people are
accomplished propagandists.
If we arrest them
and they manage to get pictures out,
it'll be a PR disaster.
So we stop it before it starts!
It's time to send these troublemakers
a definitive message.
I agree.
The Rainbow Warrior is on its way
to the Marshall Islands
and will be in Auckland by July.
And you want to be ready before then?
You're crazy.
It takes months to organise
a mission like this!
Mitterrand has given his approval.
But he wishes to be kept at arm's length
from intelligence matters,
so you, Saulnier, will sign the orders.
"Operation Satanic"?
Promise to come back
from the war.
I promise.
If you promise to look after
Mummy and Paul for me.
I promise.
Happy birthday, Papa!
Twenty-one,
twenty-two, twenty-three...
Satanic One.
I'm out of play. Zero contact.
Three weeks.
Our recon operative
is safely away.
Excellent.
I thought it best
not to put anything in writing.
So, the attack team leader
will be on the ground tomorrow.
We hold back the others,
the divers, for operational reasons.
Also tomorrow, our man arrives
in New Caledonia to source the yacht
and prepare to receive
the... necessary equipment.
And the equipment is sourced where?
London.
At the end of the month.
It becomes part of a military shipment
to New Caledonia.
Completely untraceable.
Good.
But what are the "operational reasons"
for delaying the rest of the attack team?
Simply a question of timing.
We have to allow time
for their team leader
to get to know the target location.
Very good.
It seems to be coming together.
Yes, the target is travelling.
Plenty of time.
Time for the yacht team to load the gear,
get to New Zealand and establish
a good cover story
before passing the equipment
to the liaison team.
And they arrive when?
In one month.
I don't want them there too soon.
Besides...
...the yacht will need time.
Doctor, this crook
wants 110,000 francs deposit.
I'll have it transferred.
I'm looking forward to this holiday.
Yeah. Us too.
Welcome to New Zealand.
Good timing.
She just tied up at the wharf.
Hello, it's Joanne.
Babe. It's me.
We just made it to Auckland.
I was waiting 'til your morning.
Are the kids still there?
No. Paul's with Grandma.
And I just put Marelle
on the bus for summer camp.
Shit.
Camp.
I forgot.
It's okay.
You must be exhausted.
How was the Rongelap thing?
Exhausting.
Some amazing pictures, though.
I'll mail you the copies.
The kids would like that.
Me, too.
I'll call on the 11th,
early, from here.
Can I get Marelle at her camp, then?
Is that okay?
Sure. I'll have the number for you.
It's good, right?
We're trying.
We are, babe.
We are.
I feel good about it.
We're lucky, you know. With our kids.
Very lucky.
I know.
And I do love you.
Fernando?
Hello?
You're late.
Is everything on schedule?
Apart from this damn phone call, yes.
We get your packages tomorrow morning.
Good. Getting them to us
will be as arranged?
Auckland tomorrow night.
Time and place as per plan. Be on time!
Fuck off, eh?
Give my regards to our friends.
There!
It's them.
No, it's not them.
Let's go.
I thought
they said a camper van...
"Just" one dead?
No, Lacoste, it's not a blessing.
It's another unmitigated disaster!
Where are the operatives now?
Well, as soon as you know, I want to know!
There!
Shit!
Perhaps they couldn't
land by the bridge.
No, they couldn't!
I already told the boss we needed
more time for proper reconnaissance!
Hey, here!
Come back!
Behind!
Turn around.
Come on, damn it!
Come on, come on!
Hey, the boat!
Forget the damn thing!
Get in!
Marelle.
Uncle Aarne!
Your mother needs you.
Mummy? Why's Uncle Aarne here?
Sweetheart...
I'm sorry.
It's...
Mummy?
Why are we waiting
for a stupid $130 refund?
We need to go. And fast!
The girls said
it's a problem with the paperwork.
It'll look suspicious if...
Mitterrand will visit
our interests in the Pacific, as planned.
If we cancel,
it'll be seen
as a tacit admission of guilt.
Oh! We've already denied involvement.
Your point being, General?
My point being, our own press
is already on the scent.
We have two of your agents
in custody in New Zealand,
and others still out there,
so perhaps it might be better
to come clean.
Put our heads on the block?
Because of an unfortunate accident?
A man is dead.
You want to turn him into a martyr?
He already is, isn't he?
Isn't that the definition of martyrdom?
Dying for a cause you believe in?
So, we bury everything here
then put in for customs clearance
at this, Whangarei.
They check us, we're clean.
Then we hire a van
and come back up for the gear.
There's nobody around for miles, so...
Not quite bloody right, I'm afraid.
Shit.
Except for the bed?
For more room perhaps?
Careful.
Good evening, ladies.
Another drink?
How was I to know someone
would steal the fucking dinghy?
It's not stolen, you idiot.
The police are stalling you.
"Looking for a culprit"?
Rubbish!
Someone's onto us. You saw the news.
This is murder now and we're accessories.
I can't believe Paris didn't warn us!
It's all turned to shit!
So you cut and run?
Yes! Yes!
I was just a front for this operation.
It's done. I can leave when I like!
Scared of submarines, are you?
I wouldn't count
on a sub coming for you.
Either way, I suggest
you get off this damn island fast.
And get rid of that boat!
"Warriors"?
"Warriors"...
Who do they think they are,
this Greenpeace?
Warriors are returned home with honours.
Where are they now?
I told them not to come.
I don't want a fuss.
The press, all that.
So, here you are, Joanne,
having to sign for your husband's body,
like a piece of freight.
It's all a damn waste.
Please.
Don't say that.
Don't ever say that!
If it was a waste,
how will I forgive him?
If it was a waste,
how will the children deal with it?
Now. Can I please have my husband!
I don't understand you.
I don't speak English.
We know you did this.
Still nothing?
We're on our own.
Shit.
...just a crappy fold-out map.
So, of course we got lost a bit!
Here. Take this one!
Perhaps next time, you won't be late.
There won't be a next time. We're done.
It's over, Charles.
Both our government
and the New Zealand government
are pressing for justice and compensation
over the death of Dutch national,
Fernando Pereira,
a photographer working with Greenpeace
who was killed...
Mummy...
...when the Rainbow Warrior was attacked
by French commandos
and sunk in Auckland Harbour...
I've been dreaming again.
I know, darling.
I know.
Fire!
Coming!
No, don't open the door.
As if I would!
It's your last night before you ship out.
Rongelap needs help.
The people are still suffering.
The effects of the fallout
are getting worse, not better.
And the fucking French
haven't learnt the lesson, either.
Neither have you!
How long this time?
How long before
you tuck in your kids again?
Joanne, please.
When's it going to be enough?
Who exactly are you saving the world for?
Certainly not your family?
I want our kids left
with a world to grow up in.
And I want them to have a father!
They have a father!
I want to be a father.
And a husband.
That's up to you, not me.
It's up to us.
Fine. Okay.
Stay tonight.
The kids'd like it
if you were here in the morning.
If we were just fucking trying.
General Saulnier.
What is this, Minister Hernu?
We're now planning operations
against a bunch of hippies?
Lacoste prefers to call them
"environmental terrorists."
Lacoste is an idiot.
He would've blown them
out of the water years ago.
And why not?
Their actions are illegal.
And now they plan to disrupt
our testing programme?
It has to be stopped.
The protest or our tests?
This Greenpeace, your bunch of hippies,
has annoyed the Canadians,
the British, the Spanish...
I doubt we'll encounter opposition
if we force them to abandon
their ridiculous plans.
Lacoste is on to it.
DGSE?
For God's sake.
Have you forgotten Beirut?
The Iranian Embassy?
Admiral Lacoste
has had two years to tidy up.
This was a simple courtesy,
to keep you informed.
We already have
an operative on the ground.
I don't want you to go.
I know you don't, but I have to.
We'll miss your birthday!
You can still have a cake.
More for you and Paul!
Okay?
Remember when you asked me why
we were here, in Mummy's country,
when I'm from Portugal?
And I told you I left
because I didn't want to fight in a war.
In Angaler. Yes.
Angola. Yes.
Now, there's another war,
and this time, I do want to fight.
Because it's important.
I know you miss me.
And I miss you, too.
But it's for you, darling, and for Paul.
It's a job I have to do. Okay?
Will you have a gun?
This is my gun.
But the test centre
is in French Sovereign Territory!
If they set foot in it,
Admiral Frage's security
can arrest them immediately...
But that's my point, Lacoste.
These people are
accomplished propagandists.
If we arrest them
and they manage to get pictures out,
it'll be a PR disaster.
So we stop it before it starts!
It's time to send these troublemakers
a definitive message.
I agree.
The Rainbow Warrior is on its way
to the Marshall Islands
and will be in Auckland by July.
And you want to be ready before then?
You're crazy.
It takes months to organise
a mission like this!
Mitterrand has given his approval.
But he wishes to be kept at arm's length
from intelligence matters,
so you, Saulnier, will sign the orders.
"Operation Satanic"?
Promise to come back
from the war.
I promise.
If you promise to look after
Mummy and Paul for me.
I promise.
Happy birthday, Papa!
Twenty-one,
twenty-two, twenty-three...
Satanic One.
I'm out of play. Zero contact.
Three weeks.
Our recon operative
is safely away.
Excellent.
I thought it best
not to put anything in writing.
So, the attack team leader
will be on the ground tomorrow.
We hold back the others,
the divers, for operational reasons.
Also tomorrow, our man arrives
in New Caledonia to source the yacht
and prepare to receive
the... necessary equipment.
And the equipment is sourced where?
London.
At the end of the month.
It becomes part of a military shipment
to New Caledonia.
Completely untraceable.
Good.
But what are the "operational reasons"
for delaying the rest of the attack team?
Simply a question of timing.
We have to allow time
for their team leader
to get to know the target location.
Very good.
It seems to be coming together.
Yes, the target is travelling.
Plenty of time.
Time for the yacht team to load the gear,
get to New Zealand and establish
a good cover story
before passing the equipment
to the liaison team.
And they arrive when?
In one month.
I don't want them there too soon.
Besides...
...the yacht will need time.
Doctor, this crook
wants 110,000 francs deposit.
I'll have it transferred.
I'm looking forward to this holiday.
Yeah. Us too.
Welcome to New Zealand.
Good timing.
She just tied up at the wharf.
Hello, it's Joanne.
Babe. It's me.
We just made it to Auckland.
I was waiting 'til your morning.
Are the kids still there?
No. Paul's with Grandma.
And I just put Marelle
on the bus for summer camp.
Shit.
Camp.
I forgot.
It's okay.
You must be exhausted.
How was the Rongelap thing?
Exhausting.
Some amazing pictures, though.
I'll mail you the copies.
The kids would like that.
Me, too.
I'll call on the 11th,
early, from here.
Can I get Marelle at her camp, then?
Is that okay?
Sure. I'll have the number for you.
It's good, right?
We're trying.
We are, babe.
We are.
I feel good about it.
We're lucky, you know. With our kids.
Very lucky.
I know.
And I do love you.
Fernando?
Hello?
You're late.
Is everything on schedule?
Apart from this damn phone call, yes.
We get your packages tomorrow morning.
Good. Getting them to us
will be as arranged?
Auckland tomorrow night.
Time and place as per plan. Be on time!
Fuck off, eh?
Give my regards to our friends.
There!
It's them.
No, it's not them.
Let's go.
I thought
they said a camper van...
"Just" one dead?
No, Lacoste, it's not a blessing.
It's another unmitigated disaster!
Where are the operatives now?
Well, as soon as you know, I want to know!
There!
Shit!
Perhaps they couldn't
land by the bridge.
No, they couldn't!
I already told the boss we needed
more time for proper reconnaissance!
Hey, here!
Come back!
Behind!
Turn around.
Come on, damn it!
Come on, come on!
Hey, the boat!
Forget the damn thing!
Get in!
Marelle.
Uncle Aarne!
Your mother needs you.
Mummy? Why's Uncle Aarne here?
Sweetheart...
I'm sorry.
It's...
Mummy?
Why are we waiting
for a stupid $130 refund?
We need to go. And fast!
The girls said
it's a problem with the paperwork.
It'll look suspicious if...
Mitterrand will visit
our interests in the Pacific, as planned.
If we cancel,
it'll be seen
as a tacit admission of guilt.
Oh! We've already denied involvement.
Your point being, General?
My point being, our own press
is already on the scent.
We have two of your agents
in custody in New Zealand,
and others still out there,
so perhaps it might be better
to come clean.
Put our heads on the block?
Because of an unfortunate accident?
A man is dead.
You want to turn him into a martyr?
He already is, isn't he?
Isn't that the definition of martyrdom?
Dying for a cause you believe in?
So, we bury everything here
then put in for customs clearance
at this, Whangarei.
They check us, we're clean.
Then we hire a van
and come back up for the gear.
There's nobody around for miles, so...
Not quite bloody right, I'm afraid.
Shit.
Except for the bed?
For more room perhaps?
Careful.
Good evening, ladies.
Another drink?
How was I to know someone
would steal the fucking dinghy?
It's not stolen, you idiot.
The police are stalling you.
"Looking for a culprit"?
Rubbish!
Someone's onto us. You saw the news.
This is murder now and we're accessories.
I can't believe Paris didn't warn us!
It's all turned to shit!
So you cut and run?
Yes! Yes!
I was just a front for this operation.
It's done. I can leave when I like!
Scared of submarines, are you?
I wouldn't count
on a sub coming for you.
Either way, I suggest
you get off this damn island fast.
And get rid of that boat!
"Warriors"?
"Warriors"...
Who do they think they are,
this Greenpeace?
Warriors are returned home with honours.
Where are they now?
I told them not to come.
I don't want a fuss.
The press, all that.
So, here you are, Joanne,
having to sign for your husband's body,
like a piece of freight.
It's all a damn waste.
Please.
Don't say that.
Don't ever say that!
If it was a waste,
how will I forgive him?
If it was a waste,
how will the children deal with it?
Now. Can I please have my husband!
I don't understand you.
I don't speak English.
We know you did this.
Still nothing?
We're on our own.
Shit.
...just a crappy fold-out map.
So, of course we got lost a bit!
Here. Take this one!
Perhaps next time, you won't be late.
There won't be a next time. We're done.
It's over, Charles.
Both our government
and the New Zealand government
are pressing for justice and compensation
over the death of Dutch national,
Fernando Pereira,
a photographer working with Greenpeace
who was killed...
Mummy...
...when the Rainbow Warrior was attacked
by French commandos
and sunk in Auckland Harbour...
I've been dreaming again.
I know, darling.
I know.