Curacao (1993) - full transcript

[Man speaking over radio]

...Cost of shipping in the Indian ocean.

Southeast...

Okay, Joshua,

I'll take it.

[Man continues speaking]

Visibility fair.

Seas rough to variable.

[Men chattering]

[Explosion]

[Men yelling

and glass smashing]

[Alarm blaring]

[Men yelling

and water rushing]

Joshua!

Joshua!

[Screaming]

[Metal wrenching]

[Men yelling]

[Football commentary

over radio]

(Woman)

Stephen?

I'm trying to sleep.

Oh, you wore me out.

Sorry.

[Man speaking

foreign language]

[Replies

in foreign language]

(Man)

...A sodding tourist a bit like yourself.

There is a circling

of sharks.

The bloody sharks.

And they were bucking

right down to the shore.

If you're very lucky,

you can see

the feeding frenzy.

One starts to bleed.

The rest will turn cannibal

and shred him in minutes.

The sea goes

all coppery and churning.

You don't ever want

to be out in a small boat

when that happens.

[Chuckles]

Grand sight, though.

[Laughs]

I wouldn't doubt it.

I'm sure it is.

Well, you'll have

to excuse me.

No, hold on, no.

I had this friend,

you see.

I must tell you

about him.

Ah, his life went

all to hell.

Well, he wrote

this little note, you see,

telling everybody

he didn't blame them,

which really means,

"I hope

"that your bloody

intestines fall out

and are eaten by dogs."

[Laughs]

And then he sailed

this little boat of his around

to the place I've been

telling you about.

They'd been feeding

the monsters.

The sea was all...Roiling.

And then he opened a vein

just here.

Sort of an incentive

for the bastards,

kind of like an hors d'oeuvre.

Well,

you'll have to excuse me.

I've got to meet my wife.

She's shopping.

At midnight?

Oh, my wife,

she shops all the time.

Well, you come back.

You're the sort

we like here:

A listener.

Hey!

Oh, uh, terribly sorry.

I--i didn't see it.

Well, next time.

[Laughs]

Why don't you just change

the sign, Cornelius?

"No bloody tourists."

Well, I enjoy chewing one up

now and then,

especially during

karnaval time.

Stephen, do you want to drive

up to westpunt with me?

I have to bring back

my boy.

What's he doing there

at this hour?

The restaurant closes

at 6:30.

A woman.

What else?

Davy, my jan got

a pretty little tourist

up at westpunt?

He don't tell me.

I'll pass.

Every time we go up there

fishing,

I'm reminded how small

this island really is.

A bit of the old

exile blues.

Think of the thousands

who pay

to visit this little

island paradise.

They have a choice.

Why don't you just leave,

Stephen?

I mean,

I'd miss you, but...

You know I can't.

How would I?

You've never said.

Why don't you go?

You know I can't.

How would I?

You've never said.

[Laughs]

Great basis for a friendship.

Some ought to try.

Again?

Mmm.

I can tolerate any view

of myself except seedy.

What about

the beautiful yankee girl?

She's up in my apartment.

Wants to take me home

to Philadelphia,

be her pet.

Sounds bloody perfect to me.

Wouldn't be right.

Right?

What the hell does that mean?

It means I don't love her.

Ach!

Who knows what that is?

Will you ever love anyone?

Maybe.

I don't know.

Well, it sounds to me

as if you're here

for the long pull, Stephen.

And you best make

your peace with it.

Maybe I'll get a dog.

[Calypso music]

♪ ♪

Morning, Rose.

No visitors,

no phone calls.

What else is new?

(Stephen)

You really enjoy my status

as a nonperson, don't you?

I read this postcard.

Sexy lady.

I'm the security officer;

My postcards are classified.

And your wife wants

her alimony.

Oh, give me a break.

I have some more bad news.

Our commercial attache

is drunk

down at some exotic boite

called the half moon.

It's not exotic; It's a toilet.

Well, I defer to you.

In any case,

he's disgracing

his country,

and you are supposed

to go and get him.

Forget it.

Let him drink his way out

like any other diplomat.

Well, you're going

to get in trouble.

If only I could.

Hmm.

The consul does want

to see you.

What are you,

the angel of death today?

Where were you yesterday?

Sailing.

A friend

lent me his boat.

The Dutch bar owner,

wettering?

Thinks he's British, actually.

And a restaurateur.

Yes, yes, whatever.

Now, look; I suggest

you stay away from him.

Why?

Well, your career,

for a start.

I don't have a career, Henry.

I don't even have a job.

I mean, who am I supposed

to be protecting here anyway?

You want to tell me?

I'm sorry

if you're bored.

But you're still going

to have to toe the line.

Or what?

You'll take away the key

to the executive bathroom?

And one more thing!

Since you are, at least

putatively, state,

I suggest you wear

a coat and tie

while you're working.

No.

I beg your pardon?

No, I'm not going to stay away

from wettering.

[Door slams]

Thunder all.

I thought we did

more business last night.

Let's take a trip.

Huh?

That boat out there.

(Cornelius)

ship.

I don't care

what it's called.

I just want

to be on it.

I've been no place

but Aruba

since I come

to this shit pile.

Where do you want to go?

I don't care.

Somewhere real.

London.

New York.

If you really want

to make me happy,

California.

I've been

to those places.

Well, send me, then,

just for a little while.

Stephen was in last night,

complaining.

You two must be

the only people

in the antilles

who aren't happy being here.

He's weird, you know.

He's my friend, boy.

Well, you better think twice

about that one,

because there's all kinds

of rumors about him.

In a tight little place

like this,

gossip can be dangerous to US.

You understand?

Best to steer clear of it.

I was only doing it for you.

Thank you.

I'm going to do

the vegetable shopping

and then stop

at the bank.

Stay in the bar,

will you?

Do I have a choice?

When I come back,

you can go riding

or sailing

or anything you want.

[Horn bellowing]

[Speaking

in foreign language]

Cornelius.

(Man)

hi, Cornelius!

[Speaking in foreign language]

[Yelling]

Gracias.

[Distant gunfire]

[Yelling]

[Screams]

[Gunfire]

[Screaming]

Idiot!

Do as you're told, old man.

You understand?

[Yelling]

[Siren wailing]

Stay back!

(Man)

all right, back, everybody.

I'm the security officer

in the American consulate.

I know who you are,

Mr. Guerin.

This is none

of your affair.

Who are they?

Terrorists.

Refugees from Indonesia,

an unhappy minority

in the Netherlands.

They occasionally

blow things up.

Only god knows

what they want.

Well, there may be some

of our people in there.

I want to help with this.

I think we can handle it

without the u.S. Marines.

Extra police are arriving

from Aruba.

They'll put an end

to it quickly.

Quickly usually gets

a lot of people killed.

Objection duly noted,

Mr. Guerin!

Now please leave,

or I will put you

under arrest.

[Gunfire]

[Yelling

in foreign language]

What do they want?

What every terrorist wants:

To be famous

for a few hours.

God help US.

Not likely.

He's frightened now.

[Chuckles]

I know what that is.

God in Christ, I know.

You're afraid now.

And I'm not.

Ever shot anyone?

You didn't do those out there.

It was your boss

did that, huh?

You're young.

You could still have a life...

If you don't kill anyone.

I've had my share of dying.

Stop.

You can see it in my eyes,

can't you?

I'll kill you.

You'd be doing me a favor.

Maybe too late.

This close, I'd probably

take you with me.

Give it up, son.

No!

[Gunshot]

Get out the back!

[People crying]

[Yelling]

[Suspenseful music]

[Gunfire]

(Man)

hold it! They're coming out now.

[Siren wails]

Thank god.

(Man #1)

Move it! Move it!

(Man #2)

Take care of the hostages.

Everybody back.

Everybody back.

(Man #3)

Just look at the camera, please.

Lovely.

sir, turn around.

(Woman)

excuse me, sir.

My name is susie Wilkins

from kbtv.

Can you tell me

what happened in there?

[Upbeat music]

♪ ♪

Let's see those elbows working!

You're a hero!

I'm a dead man!

Stay away from me!

[Music plays in the distance]

[Pounding at door]

(Cornelius)

open up, you bloody quisling!

Where are you?

Come on!

[Pounding]

It's open.

Jesus Christ.

[Laughs]

The very one.

Crucified like me.

[Sighs]

Stephen guerin,

where were you, man?

Don't you know

I'm a hero?

I saw you.

King of karnaval.

You know what happens

to him.

Gets himself

fucking sacrificed afterwards.

He plows the queen

or a maiden or someone.

They go to the harvest.

And then they cut off

his balls and pickle them.

And then all the women

chop him all up

so as his blood runs

into the earth

and makes it fertile.

God, I am drunk.

Perhaps a beer to taper off.

Is that what you meant

when you said

you were a dead man?

When did I say that?

Ach!

What I meant

was dead broke.

All this celebrating.

You should see the place.

Bloody ruined.

I can imagine.

About 12 hours ago,

you told everybody

to belly up on the house.

I killed one of them, you know.

Younger than my jan,

he was.

A lot of people are killed

by kids today.

Still, I had a gun.

I could have stopped him

with my hands,

with either hand.

I wasn't there,

but you must have had a reason.

You wouldn't have done it

out of panic.

Thank god

you don't know me, Stephen.

You must have saved

20 lives, Cornelius.

Not enough.

I don't know

what you're talking about,

but you better

sleep here tonight.

I thought it was finished.

And the terrible thing is,

when they were carrying me

the hell all over town,

I discovered I still love life.

And I was afraid again.

Cornelius.

[Bird squawking]

(Woman)

Boring.

Reminds me of home.

I go to parties this boring

all the time at home.

We're in the Caribbean.

Don't you know any pirates

or dope smugglers?

I made the mistake

of telling my boss

I didn't have enough to do.

What are you doing?

I'm guarding him.

Which is nuts,

because the bank robbery

the other day

was the first crime

in curacao

in 20 years

with the exception

of a stolen camera or two.

Your friend who caught

the robbers, Cornelius.

Why don't you take me

to his bar?

You wouldn't like it.

How would you know?

I might.

Do you ever refer

to your hometown as "Philly"?

Of course not.

I rest my case.

I hate being patronized.

Good afternoon, Stephen.

Masoud.

(Man)

Stephen.

I'm sorry to intrude,

but I didn't want

to leave the boat

before I met your

beautiful companion.

Diana waterman,

this is the South African

consul general,

friedrich low.

(Low)

I'm delighted to meet you, miss waterman.

I like his manner, Stephen.

My mother's family

were from Vienna.

I wouldn't brag about that

in Johannesburg, Freddy.

It sounds way too Cosmopolitan

and just a little Jewish.

Oh, Stephen is very hard

on me, miss waterman.

But it's because

I represent the republic.

Even now,

when my poor country is making

such great progress.

Stephen is very hard

on everyone.

Oh, I know.

And he claims to be

a terrible cynic.

But I suspect you have

considerable influence

over him, miss waterman.

If you could make

our mutual friend here

more accepting of my country...

We need more friends like him.

Good day.

Good day.

Boy, you are hard

on people.

You should see

how hard they are on people

where he comes from.

Honest to god, Stephen,

he's just a nice man

making harmless pleasantries.

It was not harmless.

[Cheerful music]

♪ ♪

Would you marry me?

You just want my car.

I don't know how many proposals

you get a year.

Keep this one in mind.

It's not half bad.

Do you want a drink?

No, thank you.

I'm trying

to cut down.

Good.

You don't seem

to need alcohol

to make love anyway.

Is that what we're going to do?

Might as well get something

out of it

if you're not going

to marry me.

I didn't say that.

Didn't say anything.

It's a hell of an offer.

I'd be a fool not to.

Just a minute here,

Stephen.

I'm not so sure

it's a good idea anymore.

I'm a proud woman.

The time it took you

to make up your mind

is going to stay with me

for a long time.

[Laughs]

Do you have a wire on her room

as well?

No, she's clean.

Rich tourist.

Not a political bone

in that gorgeous,

insatiable body.

Mm, there he is.

Lucky bastard.

(Woman)

I hope you two have a good reason

for bringing me all the way

over from San Juan.

Well, rawlings did report

he's getting restless--

(woman)

Denny, rawlings has been

whining about him

since he got here.

Yeah, but now

the South Africans

are showing an interest.

Oh, really?

We're a long way

from Pretoria.

[Sighs]

Here, look.

See him?

Sitting at the bar?

He's not local.

He's got tribal scars

and an accent.

The South African consul here

moonlights for their service.

Seems he's got this guy

tagging guerin.

Has guerin made him?

Sometimes it feels like it,

but there's never any sign.

No, there wouldn't be.

How long?

Oh, for some days now,

ever since the bust-up

at the bank.

Boss, I get a feeling

you know our boy personally.

Yeah, I know him.

[Horn honks]

So when will you be ready

to come to Philadelphia?

If I were your father

and you brought me home,

I'd put you

in a nunnery.

That's an attractive thought.

Do I get the feeling

you're trying

to avoid the issue?

Well...

Well what?

Diana.

You're a gorgeous girl.

You could have anybody

you wanted.

I'm just...

I'm...

Stay here.

Stephen, how are you?

What is it you want,

Freddy?

I'm shopping for my wife.

Don't screw with me.

I was only waiting

till you were alone.

There's someone in my country

who would like to meet you.

Why?

He'll tell you that

himself.

Campo alegre at 10:00

on Thursday evening.

If you agree.

Forget it.

This is a very

important person, Stephen.

He'll pay you $1,000

to come.

Just to show up.

Absolutely.

No obligations.

I'll be there.

I don't want the money.

You need the money, Stephen.

What was that all about?

Drugs?

[Laughs]

No.

Don't worry about it.

I got to get you to the airport.

The plane doesn't leave

for another three hours.

Well, there's traffic

and customs.

You never know.

I'll be right down.

My car's

the green m.G.

It's parked

right out front.

Yes, sir.

Take it to the lobby

and call me a cab, please.

What are you

talking about?

I'm taking you

to the airport.

No, you're not.

I said get me a cab!

I don't need to be escorted

out of the country.

(Stephen)

Diana--

Stephen, piss off.

[Upbeat music]

♪ ♪

Well, she sounds

like a great girl.

You should have gone

with her.

At least one of US would

have been free of this place.

(Man)

Stephen, yes!

Cornelius, karnaval

gets longer every year.

He's dead.

Who?

(Cornelius)

the prince of Malta.

Francisco.

¿Has visto a Cornelius?

No esta noche

no lo he visto.

Buenas noches.

Gracias.

[Thunder rumbles]

Has your father

come back yet?

He's up in his room

with the door locked.

Hard to believe, huh?

The big hero of the bank?

Did he say anything to you?

He just said,

"bring me a bottle of rum."

God damn it, Cornelius,

open up.

You got me looking

through keyholes.

What's going on here?

I thought I was your friend.

Go away!

Jan.

Did he ever mention

the prince of Malta?

No.

Never.

[Gun cocks]

[Thunder rumbles]

[Telephone rings]

Hello.

(Davy)

Stephen, it's Davy.

A policeman was here.

(Stephen)

what's happened?

(Davy)

Cornelius won't let him in.

He goes away for a warrant.

I think it's something bad.

(Stephen)

where's jan?

(Davy)

who knows where that one goes to?

Stephen, Cornelius tell me

to get out,

and he needs someone

to look after him, you know?

(Stephen)

I know, Davy.

Look, I'll be right there.

The dutchman?

Wettering?

He claims he was born

in Australia

of a Dutch father.

That apparently

is the only

honest word he's spoken

since he came here.

We put him in the computer

at Langley.

Should have something back

tonight.

I'll be sticking around

a few days.

I want you

to stay on guerin.

I don't care if he knows.

Call me.

It doesn't matter what time.

People who are made angry

by the presence of a policeman

interest me.

Perhaps you've heard

of my friend's

legendary intemperance,

sergeant,

but not of his

exaggerated sense of pride.

He hates to have people

see him when he's sick.

You're not my bloody lawyer.

I'm not sick; I'm drunk.

Three days now.

And you haven't been out

of your apartment

in that time,

particularly two nights ago?

No.

Can you give proof?

No.

This man was murdered

two nights ago.

About 1:00 A.M.

He was registered

as Joshua mepinyana

from Kenya.

But his papers were taken.

Do you know this man?

(Cornelius)

why should I?

We were hoping you might.

This was found

in his bed-table drawer.

Maybe the man

admired courage.

You are a consular officer,

Mr. Guerin,

so I suppose

I should be tolerant of you.

I didn't know the man.

I wonder if you would mind

coming to my office,

heer wettering.

We might inquire

into this affair

in some more detail.

When did you say

this murder occurred, sergeant?

Approximately 1:00 A.M.

Wednesday morning.

Oh.

I was drinking

with Cornelius

until well after 2:00 A.M.

Wednesday.

And why

did you not say so earlier?

I didn't know where

you were going with this thing.

Thank you for the tea,

heer wettering.

How did he die,

this man?

He was garroted.

We haven't found

the murder weapon.

But it cut so deeply

into the flesh,

it almost severed the neck.

We believe it was applied

slowly.

A very cruel death.

All right,

who is this guy?

I didn't kill him.

Come on, god damn it.

You owe me this.

I didn't ask you

to make a fool of yourself.

Tell them you were confused.

Your watch was broken

or something.

I wouldn't have thought

you could be this much

of a coward.

Get out of here, would you,

before I put you out myself.

Oh, you couldn't even

manage that

without your little gun.

Hi, sweetheart.

Not tonight.

Stephen, come in.

What is this,

Freddy?

Love or politics?

I'm grateful for your

coming here, Mr. Guerin.

Stephen, this is

Dr. Karl seemueller.

May I offer you

some tea?

Friedrich,

wait for US outside.

You a medical doctor?

Of philosophy only,

I'm afraid.

Economics,

the gray science.

You get gray by mixing

black and white, don't you?

That would seem a rather

inappropriate science

where you come from.

[Laughs]

You have wit.

That's comparatively unknown

in our profession.

What is "our" profession,

doctor?

You work for

the department of state,

and I work for the ministry

of foreign affairs.

I'm not, and you're not,

and we both know it.

Well, what

do you think I do?

South African bureau

of state security.

You're a b.O.S.S. Agent.

B.o.s.s. Isn't called that

anymore.

It's the national

intelligence service now.

Well, b.O.S.S. Suits you.

We want to recruit you.

Why?

You're an experienced

operative.

Competent.

Extensive contacts

in Western Europe.

What makes you think

I'd work for you?

[Laughs]

My friend,

you killed a fellow agent

in the American service.

That's not nice.

He was a traitor.

I made a decision

in the field.

Unfortunately, your service

didn't see it like that.

And this factor's come

to dominate your life.

Or should I say

the absence of one?

And you cannot afford,

heer guerin,

to be contemptuous of anyone

who offers you an alternative,

even the devil.

If all this is true,

why am I still

in government service?

You're an exile.

They've eliminated every record

that you even exist,

much less earned a living

for the last 15 years.

Even your social security card

has been expunged.

You cannot gain employment.

You're their prisoner.

You know a lot.

You'll consider our offer?

Of course I'll consider it.

I'd like to get out of here

without getting mugged.

For your trouble.

What is it

you really want?

I'm being perfectly frank

with you, Mr. Guerin.

Now, please, take it.

Keep it.

And that black thug

out there?

I don't want him

tailing me.

His name's merton.

Catch him if you can,

Mr. Guerin.

But I warn you,

don't discount him.

Jesus.

Sorry, mate.

I thought

you were someone else.

What are you doing here?

I'm glad you're home.

Good.

'Cause all of a sudden,

I'm in a shitload of trouble,

and I don't know why,

but I think you do.

What do you mean?

Ever since the bank,

I've felt it,

the air getting thick.

And tonight

some South African spook tried

to recruit me to spy for him.

All right, I'll tell you,

but you've got to help me.

Not likely.

Someone's got hold of jan,

someone from the past.

They'll kill him.

So call a cop.

I can't.

Well, they must want

something, then.

Give it to them.

I can't do that.

Neither can jan.

Although he must have

thought that he could.

He's so desperate

to get away, you see.

What are you saying?

He'd sell out

his own father?

Where is he?

Freighter in the harbor.

They telephoned

this afternoon.

I wouldn't talk to them,

but, unfortunately,

jan did.

And then I became concerned,

and I followed him.

It was the bloody bank,

you see.

My damn picture went

all over the world.

Who are the players?

A couple of hot-shot boys

from Hong Kong.

The hsung brothers.

They don't look like much,

but you know how

the Chinese feel about family.

Well, these two murdered

their younger brother,

and all he did was Nick

a few Bob from the company.

Yeah, go on.

I need you to help me save jan.

What have I got to do with it?

I didn't mean

for it to happen, Stephen,

but the cesspool overflowed,

and your shoes just happened

to be right next to mine.

[Sighs]

My life was already

screwed up.

Now you're telling me

that I'm sucked into all this

just because I'm your friend?

The only one I have.

Let's go.

Thank you, Stephen.

(Stephen)

there's no sign of the crew.

I know.

It's wrong.

Is it a trap,

do you think?

I don't know.

Huh?

[Pounding]

He was terrified.

Let's try this way.

Holy mother of Christ.

He was just a spoiled lad.

It's leather,

same as the Kenyan

in the morgue photo.

When they poured

the water on him,

it shrunk and tightened.

Let's get him out of here.

No.

We won't get out

ourselves.

He's your son,

for Christ's sake.

He was not my son.

He was my...

Fancy boy.

Well, I don't give a shit

about that.

We're not going

to leave him here.

He's dead; He had no family.

[Gunshot]

Ah!

S-Stephen.

[Breathing heavily]

I'm sor-sorry.

Look; You better tell me

what the hell

is going on now,

because I'm in this thing

up to my goddamn eyeballs.

Three people

have been killed.

All right.

Get me a drink.

I'll tell you.

The hsungs own ships.

Some years ago,

I captained

an old tanker for them.

The prince of Malta.

Yeah.

We ran oil to South Africa

from the Gulf.

There was a u.N. Embargo

at the time, of course,

but all it means to them

is more profit.

We're dodging missiles

and gunboats

from the Iranians, but...

These bastards,

they don't give a shit.

Anyway,

they call me in.

A little favor,

they want.

They'll pay me a bloody fortune

if I sink the prince.

Insurance.

It happens more than we know.

People have made

millions and millions

of dollars, Stephen.

And there's no crime

one can't buy

for millions of dollars.

I imagine they got you

for a little less.

Well, it was for my retirement,

you see.

Last chance, at my age.

Hell, I didn't know anything

about explosives.

They had to show me how

to set the timer

and where to place the charge.

We were running south

to Cape Town,

where we were supposed

to deliver our cargo.

(Stephen)

The crew must have known something.

(Cornelius)

Half of them

couldn't even read or write,

let alone speak English.

(Stephen)

What about the mate?

(Cornelius)

Joshua.

He was a canny one.

I swear to you,

he knew something.

Somehow, he knew.

That was your conscience.

No, no,

it was more than that.

Anyway, I started

to bring her in close

so the crew would have

an easy row in.

What happened?

They told me that it was

a wee, small charge.

Let the sea in slowly,

and everybody

into the boats.

It was a bloody atom bomb!

No boats, no time,

everybody blasted into the sea.

The explosion,

the flames, screams.

You could smell

the burning flesh.

And the sharks.

I can still hear it.

I shut my eyes;

I can see it.

Jesus, god.

And you were the only survivor.

I thought so then.

Until I saw the mate.

36 men.

Stephen, they swore to me

that no one would be hurt.

They weren't having witnesses.

Scared to death

the South Africans

would find them out.

You've got something, don't you?

That's why they're all here.

The ship's log.

Inside is a bill of lading

for the cargo we sold secretly

in mombasa.

Anybody would know from that.

Give it to them.

I can't; They'd kill me

the minute they had it.

Would that be worse?

[Thunder rumbles]

[Whispers]

Stephen.

Stephen.

Shh.

Espresso,

three sugars.

You remembered.

Of course.

We lost you

for part of last night.

Where were you?

Choir practice.

I heard you were posted

station chief in San Juan.

Not bad for a lady

of color.

Why did they send you?

Why are you talking

to the South Africans?

Breaks the monotony.

What does seemueller want?

Me.

What'd you say?

No.

Don't you think you ought

to ask Langley first

what they want?

I don't care

what they want.

Yes, you do.

You don't have

any other choice.

[Chuckles]

You enjoy this,

being my keeper?

It just happened to fall

under my responsibilities.

I don't think we should

let it get too personal.

No.

Not this time.

I'll have the information

from Langley this evening.

Why don't you stop by?

Hotel carib,

around 7:00?

Or call.

I'd rather you tell me

to my face.

Davy, give this

to Stephen tomorrow.

Not before.

It's important.

You are not coming back

tonight, boss?

It's karnaval.

I know.

Hey, Cornelius!

Good luck

with the fishing!

[Yells back

in foreign language]

[Laughs]

Just in from Langley.

They want him to go over

to the South Africans.

How's he going

to take it?

I'll find out.

Show him in as you leave.

[Telephone ringing]

She's all yours.

This is very nice.

Kgb used to have perks

like this.

Remember them?

Sit down, Stephen.

You're all gussied up.

I'm dressing for success.

Would you like a drink?

Sure.

I had thought we might

go out, have dinner.

I know a little place.

Even if it is karnaval.

Hey, works for me,

a date.

I'll go change.

Fix yourself a drink.

♪ ♪

You bring them all here,

don't you?

[Both]

Slumming.

I don't blame you.

It's tricky,

being out with a woman

that knows everything

about you.

It makes you predictable.

You've never been that,

Stephen.

I could say the same

about you.

Well, shall we

get this over with?

What do our masters want?

They want you to accept

the South African offer.

Listen, Stephen.

They're offering you

a new life.

They're calling you back.

This is what

you always wanted.

Simple as that?

I'm rehabilitated.

Didn't anyone tell you people

the cold war's over?

Well, look, there are always

old enemies and some new ones.

It's an important part

of the world.

We don't have any assets

in their service.

That's all.

That's all?

You know, I look at you.

Is it possible

that we ever had anything?

Please don't.

Okay, forget that.

But I got you out of Cuba

24 hours before a firing squad.

Shouldn't that count

for something?

You were doing

your duty, Stephen.

God, you're cold.

You killed another agent.

It isn't my fault.

Julia, you were

out there with US.

You know

that Sandy sold US out.

If I hadn't have killed him,

we'd have all gone down,

dead or in somebody's gulag.

You were a witness.

You didn't even come

to the company trial,

for Christ's sake.

Because they had already

decided you were guilty,

and you know it.

Look, what do you want

from me?

I wanted you to put me

before your career.

I'm sorry.

I know

what you went through.

Really?

You know, they didn't know

what to do with me

for a while

after the conviction.

Till they dreamed up

this deal.

So they put me

in that bin they got

out on the chesapeake

where they keep the loonies

and the burnout cases.

I didn't know that.

I'm sorry.

How could you

not know that?

For the same reason

I wasn't at your trial, Stephen:

They sent me back

into Cuba.

Noble.

You didn't have to go.

I'm Cuban.

You know what that regime did

to my family.

They killed my father.

For three days,

I saw them torture him.

He didn't speak.

That's why I joined the service.

I've been fighting them

my whole life.

I didn't know that.

Would it have made

any difference?

No.

You've always been

so honest, Stephen,

so righteous.

[Festive music]

♪ ♪

Stephen?

Don't do it.

Tell them no.

The South Africans

are killers.

[Laughs]

You are going to take

Langley's offer, aren't you?

Unfortunately,

in our service,

only citizens

can become officers.

You've already made it

painfully clear

what you think

about the republic.

Nevertheless, we will

pay you at the same rate.

Then I don't give a shit.

I assume that's your colorful

yankee way of acquiescing.

$5,000 American.

I won't kill him for you.

What are you talking about?

Wettering.

[Yelling

in foreign language]

All right, now,

Mr. Guerin.

I know that wettering

is a friend of yours.

But he's a criminal.

And you are employed by US.

Whatever he is,

I won't sell him out.

We require mainly

the ship's papers

and the two Chinese gentlemen

who cheated US of our oil.

Wettering's not so important.

Why do you care so much

about the papers?

Evidence.

Despite what you think,

we are a nation of laws.

I've seen your laws

on the 6:00 news.

You'll find these men

and deliver them to US?

I took your money,

didn't I?

There's $5,000 here.

New bills?

(Stephen)

I just want a receipt.

You can keep it in your safe.

Who is it

you don't trust?

Everybody.

Well, I resent this

very much.

Now, I will not be a part

of any dirty--

[telephone ringing]

Yes!

[Woman speaking on other end]

I'll tell him.

[Chuckles]

There's a policeman

in your office,

a detective Van vlaanderen?

[Door closes]

I am sorry to tell you,

Mr. Guerin,

that your friend

heer wettering is dead.

How?

It appears

he drowned himself.

There was a note saying

he was depressed.

He took his boat

to the windward side.

Sometime over there,

he jumped out.

He must have cut himself,

because there was blood

on the...Gunwale.

That's it?

Right now, yes.

Oh, the young man

he claims to be his son

has also disappeared.

Do you know where

we might find him?

No.

Where was the body found?

I don't expect

there would be much left

after the sharks.

The boat washed ashore

near Santa catarina reef.

Do you know it?

Cornelius did.

Well, I will take you there

this afternoon

if you'd like to see

for yourself.

It's not necessary.

Oh, but I insist.

People never knew Cornelius.

They think

he's big, tough.

My sister in Lisbon has

the t.B. Real bad, you know.

Cornelius gave my family

the money

to put her

in a private hospital.

But he don't want anyone ever

to know.

Any sailor who comes in here,

he give them money too.

Well, congratulations, Davy.

Cornelius left you

the restaurant.

Me?

No.

What about jan?

Forget jan.

He's run off somewhere.

He left me the southern cross.

Oh, Stephen.

He knows how you love

that little boat.

Davy.

If Cornelius wanted

to hide something somewhere,

where would he put it?

Not in the apartment.

Jan stole everything.

Anyplace else?

The boat.

That murdered man,

the Kenyan,

do you think wettering

was telling the truth

about not knowing him?

There's no longer a need

to protect him, Mr. Guerin.

He is dead.

Is there anything you want

to tell me, Mr. Guerin?

Yeah.

I got an idea.

Why don't you help me

sail the southern cross

back to willemstad?

[Chuckles]

I think the sea air

might clear your head.

No, thank you.

In spite of being

a dutchman,

I have no stomach

for the sea.

Good luck, Mr. Guerin.

[Squawking]

[Suspenseful music]

[Speaks

in foreign language]

Mr. Guerin.

Mr. Guerin, please.

We would like to talk to you.

I'm worthy hsung.

And my brother Harold.

Please, get in.

[Laughs]

Who told you I was stupid?

Get in!

What are you doing?

Are you mad?

People will see.

Harold!

Why would we harm you?

You're a poor man

with something.

We are the rich men who want it.

Should this not be

a happy occasion?

Okay, look,

here's the deal.

Your pals stay here.

You meet me

at the end of the dock...

By yourself.

Okay.

[Both speaking

in foreign language]

Mr. Guerin, where are

the ship's papers?

Please.

How would I know?

Captain Van belkin.

The late Mr. Wettering

informed US.

He told you I had them?

Well, perhaps he wished

to see you made wealthy.

Yeah.

I bet the insurers

of the prince of Malta

might pay a little something

for them.

What do you think?

In that case,

we would have to kill you.

I risk that either way.

Might as well cut

the best deal I can.

Very practical,

Mr. Guerin.

Very Chinese.

Is that supposed

to be a compliment?

I want £100,000.

We accept this

as reasonable.

And I choose the time

and the place of the transfer,

which won't be easy either,

since that son of a bitch

seemueller

wants a piece of me too.

How is it

you know heer seemueller?

How do you think?

He wants you and your brother

back in Pretoria

so he can hang you both

in the basement.

That's his man over there.

Perhaps you will help US

to kill him first.

You're quite a bunch.

Who are you going to find

to kill me

after I help you kill him?

You just get

the money together.

You disappoint me, Mr. Guerin.

We hsungs are honorable men.

Sure, you are.

You think you can trust

heer seemueller more?

He's the one

who instigated our plan.

He received $10 million

for it.

Now he's afraid

of his own government

and wants to kill US.

He would kill anyone who knows

about the prince of Malta,

including you, Mr. Guerin.

Good day.

Tell Langley

I'm not going to do it.

Tell them I freaked.

Tell them guerin

finally went native,

like Cornelius.

Only Cornelius didn't have

the guts to deal with it,

and I'm the only one left.

It's not so bad, though.

I finally found something

to care about

like you care about Cuba.

What are you talking about?

Justice...

For 36 dead sailors

on the prince of Malta.

I don't get it.

I really don't.

I mean, you didn't

even know those people.

Seemueller was part

of the plot.

He got rich

off those corpses.

Oh, god.

So you're going

to make them all pay...

By yourself.

How can you?

I'm going to let

the wolves eat each other.

Stephen, the service

will not forgive you.

I know.

[Phone rings on other end]

(Man)

yes.

Worthy hsung, please.

Hello, this is hsung.

It's guerin.

Be at the land house Van burker

at exactly midnight,

and you'll get

the ship's papers.

Land house Van burker,

how do I get there?

Look on your tourist map.

I'll be there.

And you better keep

an eye out for seemueller.

He's been on me all day.

Very well, Mr. Guerin.

[Phone dial ratcheting]

[Phone rings on other end]

Click

Dr. Seemueller?

(Seemueller)

yes.

If you want the hsungs,

they'll be

at the land house Van burker

at exactly midnight.

And they'll probably be armed.

You,

go around back.

Come on.

[Speaking

in foreign language]

[Gun cocks]

[Rustling]

Harold.

[Speaking

in foreign language]

Come on, seemueller.

Where the hell are you?

[Gunfire]

[Dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[Gunfire]

♪ ♪

(Seemueller)

come in, Mr. Guerin.

Put the gun on the floor.

I'm on your side, doctor.

So you say.

The gun.

Now, I'd like

to thank you, Mr. Guerin,

for arranging

this little meeting.

He betrayed his own country.

[Gunfire]

(Seemueller)

shut up, you foul little monkey.

You didn't do all this killing

by yourself, did you?

[Laughs]

Yes.

You underestimate me,

Mr. Guerin.

Where's your, uh...

African friend?

I don't need any black

to help me kill you.

You see, US afrikaners

are very efficient peop--

[gunshot]

[Gunfire]

[Cord swooshes]

[Grunting]

[Gunshots]

[Coughs]

I thought you'd left.

I never killed a man before.

All this

for a dead friend.

He's not dead.

He led me here.

God damn it, Cornelius.

36 dead men.

Go ahead; Run away

from this, you bastard.

[Calypso music]

♪ ♪

Where are you going?

London's a good town.

Can always find

something to do

in a good town.

You don't have any papers.

Did you forget my training?

What about the local police?

A few questions.

People disappear down here

all the time.

I sent the ship's papers

to the insurers.

You know,

the company's severing

all connections with you.

Pension, ancillary employment,

references.

You know the drill.

Come with me.

It wouldn't work.

It might.

This is my aunt Renata in Miami.

Kind of a personal drop,

but please don't use it

till we're both very old.

You're the only part I regret.

[Telephone ringing]

Yeah.

What do you want?

No, I'm leaving

on the night flight.

[Door shuts]

All right.

I'll come.

(Cornelius)

are you going to kill me, Stephen?

Why?

You're already in hell.

Hmm. So I am.

They all know me here.

But they're good boys.

They won't give me away.

I'll get off soon.

Why are you hiding?

Everybody's dead.

Someone will always know.

You, for instance.

I wouldn't be surprised

if you hadn't already sent

the bloody papers

to Lloyd's of London.

[Laughs]

A man like you would have

to do the right thing.

The tropics don't turn out

any michelangelos or Cadillacs,

but they can do

a good beer.

Why are we here?

We were buddies,

weren't we?

Tie it off proper.

You ran away,

left it all for me.

Your crimes,

your crap.

How does that

make US buddies?

You had the courage,

Stephen.

I didn't.

You had it at the bank.

Oh, well, I was--

I was on show.

Don't you see?

Blood running high,

no time to think.

I'm like that.

But once I saw jan...

I never meant for you

to be hurt, Stephen.

I hope you know that.

We used to come down here

to go fishing.

Do you remember?

I remember a lot.

[Sighs]

If you're wondering why...

I can go on living,

I wonder myself.

See, I don't believe

in god or retribution,

any of that now.

It's all right here,

down here

on this lovely earth.

But every time I get set to pay,

I remember how

the southern cross looks like

from the deck of a ship.

On the midnight watch.

The sound of the engines.

Warm night.

The sea slipping by.

And the great silence.

And then I'm a coward again.

Good-bye, Cornelius.

Stephen?

If you could.

You know, I don't believe

in much either.

I guess friendship's about it.

Good-bye, Stephen.