Java Heat (2013) - full transcript

(PROJECTOR WHIRRING)

(DRAMATIC PERCUSSION)

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(PLAYFUL FLUTE MELODY)

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(OMINOUS MUSIC)

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(CROWD SHOUTING)

(MUFFLED SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)

(TAPPING)

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(WATER TRICKLING)

(DOOR CLICKS OPEN)

- American.

Coca-Cola.

You like.

(CHUCKLES)

(SODA FIZZES)

- John Jason Wilde.

- Jake.

Friends call me Jake.

- Mr. Wilde,

I'm Lieutenant Hashim.

Detachment 88.

You've not heard of us
in America?



We're not all...

Terrorists.

Begin.

- I was there maybe an hour.

- Allahu akbar!

(EXPLOSION)

- Wait.

Begin with...

how you came to my country.

- Look, I'm a grad school TA

on a fellowship program
from Cornell University...

Cornell.

The Ivy League?

In America?

Here to do a panel on fucking
Southeast Asian art history.

- A teaching assistant?

- Yeah.

- Do you...

Lecture to your students
with that language?

- You should hear
what they call me.

- Lanjutkan.

Continue.

- I flew in last week.

Then they invited me to this...

party.

They said formal.

I didn't realize it was, like,
Hawaiian shirt night.

- Batik.

It's called batik.

- Right.

- Did you speak with anyone?

- I don't know anyone here.

(VCR WHIRRING)

I hit on a pretty girl.
So?

- Our...

Princess Diana.

You were the last to speak
to the sultana of Java

before she died.

Now...

you will tell me every detail.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Wow.

Those are beautiful.

- Excuse me?

- The diamonds...

Khmer Royal Treasury.

Am I right?

- You know jewelry.

- I know beauty.

- Sultana, your speech?

- A pleasure to meet you,
mister...

- Wilde.

Call me Jake.

- Mr. Jake.

- So...
you just...

hit...

on her.

- She was the prettiest girl
at the party.

That's where you start.

Then you work your way down.

- The sultana is the...

Was...

the most revered woman

in my country.

You may go.

Just fill out
this witness report.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)

(IN INDONESIAN)
The bule never asked

for his embassy.

- I know.

- No bule would do that.

- A bule who knows about
our crown jewels

but doesn't know to wear batik
to our formal events.

- He's lying.

- I know.

- You're keeping the general
waiting.

- Yeah, I know.

(CROWD SHOUTING)

(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)

General, Sir.

- English.

Where have you been?

- Sorry, pak, but every witness
must be thoroughly...

- My men tell me
that there are a dozen links

between this bombing
and the Malaysian fanatic

Faruq Al'Assan.

- Faruq is far too politically
sophisticated for this.

- I need someone to string up
for the media.

And in absence of Faruq,
you will do.

- I'll be sure to mention your
thoroughness to my superiors.

(BICYCLE BELL DINGS)

(MAN SINGING OVER LOUDSPEAKER)

(♪♪♪)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

- Mas Jake!

- Hey.

Uh... Nita?

- Yes.

Notes for your section.

(SIGHS)

- They killed her, you know?

- What?

- She'd have been
the first female sultan.

(SIGHS)

So much for Muslim hospitality.

- I'm Christian, bule.

- Take off his handcuffs.

(CUFFS CLICK)

(SIGHS)

"Bule"?

(WHISPERS) Shit.

- Literally,

"stupid white person,"

but it can be
a term of endearment.

- Yeah, right.

- The bomber stood here, yes?

- Um...

- Think, Mr. Wilde.

- Yeah.

He stood there.

- And the sultana?

She was here?

- Yeah, but...

- But you couldn't see

because of the screen.

- Yeah.

- And you?

You were here?

- No, I was...

I was here.

- You had a clear view
of the bomber.

What did you see?

- He held his hands up

and then shouted...

- Mr. Wilde, Allah gave you
two eyes and one mouth

so that you might see
twice as much as you speak.

So please, what did you see?

- I told you.

I heard him scream,

and then he blew the whole...

- No.

What did you see?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

- His hands were empty.

Someone else
detonated the bomb.

How did I miss that?

- No doubt not part
of your training

in Southeast Asian studies.

- Art history.

- Yes.

- Who was this?

- The sultana.

- This is where you found
the sultana?

- Indeed.

Odd that her body was blown
toward the explosion.

One more stop.

(SOFTLY)
The prettiest girl at the party.

- Do you want to become
a permanent guest here?

Perhaps...

it is less painful for you

to wait outside, Pak Vizier.

Did you know...

It's a grave sin in Islam
to mark one's own flesh?

- And what's the Koran say about
a woman piercing her clit?

- Excuse me?

(CLEARS THROAT)

I see.

- She's also had a nose job.

Implants.

This isn't the sultana.

- How can you know that?

- Trust me.
I know women.

- Yes.

You know beauty.

- I met the lady.

- It's time for us to leave.

(IN ARABIC) Peace be with you.

- And to you.

The police...

- Wait, wait, wait.
Shh-shh.

Hey, boy, get some candy.

- A detective
returned to the site...

And a bule.

I think... English.

- American.

- You know him?

- He's grown out his hair.

Brings out his eyes, no?

- This is not a game.

- Of course it is.

Smile, my friend.

Another enemy of Islam
into your hands.

Ah, look at you.

I can't take you anywhere.

- So who's the dead girl?

How do you eat that shit?

You ever hear of trans fats?

Glutens?

Whoa!

- Nasi goreng.

Fried rice.
Good for you.

(SCOFFS)

So where are we going?

- There is no "we."

- Come on, Hash.

We kicked ass in there!

(HORN HONKS)

- Americans...

You are like children,

always thinking you are Rambo.

- You know Rambo?

(IMITATING SYLVESTER STALLONE)
"I always thought

the mind
was the best defense."

- "Weapon."

- What?

- It's...

"I always thought the mind
was the best weapon."

- See?

That's why we make a good team.

You know you can trust me.

- Hmm, yes.

That's why you're sitting
in the back.

(METAL CRUNCHING)

(GASPING AND GRUNTING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

Hash?

Hash?

(THUDDING)

(GROANING)

- God is great.

- God is great.

(GUNFIRE)

(SCREAMS)

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(GUN CLICKS)

(GRUNTS)

(COUGHS)

(TIRES SQUEAL, ENGINE REVS)

(GUNSHOTS)

(TIRES SQUEAL)

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(METAL CRUNCHING)

(TIRES SQUEALING
FADES INTO DISTANCE)

(NECK CRACKS)

(DRAMATIC BLUESY ROCK MUSIC)

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- Hash.

(MUSIC FADES)

(PHONE RINGING)

- Anton.

- You saved my husband's life.

- It was nothing, ma'am.

I'm Jake.

- Mas Hashim!

Mas Jake will come to our house
for breakfast.

- Thanks, ma'am, but I...

I really should be getting back.

- Yes, your students
will miss you.

- It's the least we can do.

- She's right.

- Do you take sugar?

- No, thanks.

This is very good, ma'am.

- Nasi goreng.

Gluten-free.

- Tell us about your studies,
Mas Jake.

- "Mas" is Javanese
for "brother."

- Where'd you learn
such good English?

(IN INDONESIAN) Go get ready.

Vitria went to university.

And grad school.

- You're a lucky man.

- Indeed.

Budi, Ade, are you ready?

(VITRIA SPEAKS INDONESIAN)

- Yeah.

Within family,
we don't shake hands.

It shows a deeper affection.

- Strange country.

Another man can kiss your wife
in public.

- But I cannot.

- Strange country.

- Strange that
you did not learn this

in Southeast Asian studies.

- Art history.

- Mm.

I want to thank you.

- It was nothing.

- It was something.

This shooting...

This you learn in art history?

- Just lucky, I guess.

- Even here, we have internet,
you know?

Wi-Fi.

Vitria found something
that you might like to see.

There.

- Hi, everyone.
I'm John Jason Wilde.

And today we'll be discussing
ancient Javanese art

in contemporary literature...

(DISHES CLATTER)

(THUD)

(GRUNTS)

- Your country lectures us

about cooperation
in the war on terror.

But since 9/11,

we have caught twice as many
terrorists as you,

Mr. Not-So-Wilde.

Interpol shows your fingerprints
at bomb sites in Baghdad,

Kabul, and Beirut.

- I've been tracking
this terror cell

for the last two years.

I'm close, Hash,

real close.

- And no one at your FBI
informed our agencies here?

- They didn't trust you people.

- Because we are Muslim?

- Because when we talk to you,

we're not sure
who we're talking to.

- Indeed.

- And because we're not allowed
to operate outside U.S. soil.

That's why you can't tell
the embassy,

or it'll ruin
two years of work.

- Nor can I check your story.

- Look, Hash, this is my case.

- And this is my country.

And what I should do now

is elevate you from bad witness
to good suspect.

- Are you crazy?

- The general is a nationalist.

If he learns we've involved
an American, a spy...

- Jesus and Mary protect us.

- God willing.

(DRIVING ROCK MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

♪ Been deep down
and afraid to use my voice ♪

♪ I've been deep down
and afraid to use my voice ♪

♪ I've been down here... ♪

(BEEPING)

(OVER COMPUTER) Hey, Travers.

- Did it come through?

- Hold your horses, man.

What you got here, Jake?

Tiger?

(OVER RADIO)
It's a tattoo from a vic.

- I'll run it through
the system,

but I can't promise anything.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, we're even.

- No, we're not.

They're all over me
to find you...

the brass, your folks.

- Will you...

Check in on 'em for me?

- Yeah.
I'll add it to the list.

One more thing.

Don't tell the cops over there
a fucking thing.

They're all dirty
in that country.

Semper Fi, brother.

- Semper Fi.

(ELECTRONIC BEEP)

(ROCK MUSIC RESUMES)

(IN INDONESIAN)
We can't trust him, brother.

- He has information we don't.

- He didn't save you
because he loves you...

only because he needs you.

- Better that way.

Trust me.

- The general wants you.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

- My American, he lives.

What a persistent boy he is.

Superb.

- Two of my men were killed.

- Martyrs to Allah.

- Yes, we will remember
their sacrifice,

but who will remember you?

- That boy will.

- You defile all you touch!

- Like you, I pick them
out of the dirt.

And I cleanse them,

and I bring them
into the light.

The cendrawasih,
for 2,000 years,

men have killed
for her feathers.

I found her in New Guinea

in a cesspool.

It's the poorest place
on Earth.

- Me and my men will take
no part of this anymore.

- Eh.

(GUN CLICKS)

Don't play the innocent,
Achmed.

- You said we would be fighting
a holy war,

not this!

- Get into bed with a snake,

don't be surprised
when you are bitten.

You got what you wanted.

Now you help me get
what I came for.

- Pak?

- Where's your partner?

- Uh, Sergeant Anton
is following a lead.

- Oh, no, your American partner.

- He's a valuable witness, pak.
I think he may...

- No longer necessary.

We got our man.

- What? Who?

- Faruq Al'Assan.

We found him.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(♪♪♪)

(INDONESIAN OVER LOUDSPEAKER)
Faruq Al'Assan!

You are surrounded.

This is the chief of police!

Give yourself up!
This is your last chance!

Faruq Al'Assan!

(SPEAKS INDONESIAN)

(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK)

(SPEAKING INDONESIAN)

(AGGRESSIVE PERCUSSIVE MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

CNN, BBC, YouTube...

(CHUCKLES) Even Twitter.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

(GUN CLICKS)

- You're going to kill him.

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNFIRE)

(GENERAL SPEAKING INDONESIAN
OVER LOUDSPEAKER)

Lieutenant Hashim!

Come back here!

(EXPLOSION)

(GUNFIRE)

(GUNFIRE)

(WOMAN SOBBING)

(GUNFIRE)

(GUNFIRE)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

(CROCKERY SHATTERS)

Get back!
Get back!

Faruq Al'Assan...

You're under arrest.

(GUNSHOT)

- Shoot him!

- Where's the sultana, Faruq?

- Sultana?

(GUNSHOT)

- Hands up!
I will shoot!

Wait.

Wait.
You don't have to do this.

(HELICOPTER ROTORS WHIRRING)

- Allahu akbar!

(SHOUTS)

(EXPLOSION)

(BEEPING)

- Yeah?

- Got something, brother.

That tiger isn't a tattoo.

It's a brand,
used by the Tongs.

- Chinese?

- But this particular
tiger brand

is for their working gals.

- Hookers?

- Yeah, Tongs like to brand
their best performers

like prize cattle.

Send them to Thailand
for body sculpting...

ass, tits, face.

Turn 'em into, like,
hooker royalty.

- Thanks, Jimbo.

- Semper Fi, brother.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(DRAMATIC ELECTRONIC MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(BIRD CAWS)

(SINGING INDISTINCTLY)

♪ You ♪

♪ I'm a dying angel ♪

♪ All your days pass ♪

(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)

(♪♪♪)

♪ You ♪

♪ Said I need you ♪

♪ You ♪

♪ Are the sweetest poison ♪

(♪♪♪)

(WOMEN ALL SPEAKING AT ONCE)

- Hey.

- DVD!

- Hi, mister!

- No, thanks, I'm trying
to find something.

- No, no, no, no!
No, Mister doesn't want!

Mister doesn't want!

- Maybe later.
- Twilight! Twilight!

- Twilight?
He doesn't want Twilight!

Mister, mister.
Let me introduce myself.

I'm Andi.
- Andi.

- I know everything.
I know everyone.

I show you.
Come on!

You want... you want girl,
pretty girl?

- Uh, not right now.

- Oh, boy, boy, you want boy.

- Oh, ho, no.
- Oh, of course, no boy!

No boy for you.

- Um, look, I'm looking
for something special.

- Oh, special.

Waria!
- Waria?

- Yeah, waria!
Come on!

- Does that...
does that mean "tiger"?

- No!
Waria, very special!

Huh?
(LAUGHS)

Lady boy! Lady boy!
Very pretty.

- Uh, Andi...
- I know you love them.

- Not my type.
Not my type.

Thanks, though.

Definitely not my type.

- Pak, pak, what do you like?
I find!

- Look, uh...

Check this out.

I'm looking for something
like that.

- Tiger ladies.

- Tiger ladies.
- Tiger ladies.

(PULSING CLUB MUSIC PLAYING)

(♪♪♪)

- Andi!

Ah, thank you.

That one is for you.

- Oh, sorry, pak.
Muslim.

Cannot liquor.

- So where are these
tiger ladies?

- Second floor.

Andi cannot go.

Foreigners only.

- Here you go.

- Oh, thank you, pak.

(♪♪♪)

- Leave me be, whore!

(♪♪♪)

(MUSIC BECOMES DISTORTED)

(♪♪♪)

(IN CANTONESE) The jihadist...

- You found him yet?

I want the other half
of my fucking money!

That raghead motherfucker.

I bet he's halfway to Pakistan!

(SIZZLING)

(SCREAMING)

- He's here.

(♪♪♪)

- Mister Yoshiro busy.

- So am I.

- CEO busy!

- Ahso.

(GRUNTS)

Relax.

I'm here to see her.

- You just blew a big deal
for me.

(FINGERS SNAP)

- Money...
- Come on.

- Money.

- Come on.

(IN INDONESIAN) Bule dog...

Always our women!

(♪♪♪)

- There!

- Oh.
Whoa.

(CHUCKLES)

(MOANS)

(SLAP)
- Oh!

Oh, you shy boy.

(CHUCKLES)

(CLATTERING)

- What is this made out of?

It's, like, the softest material
I've ever felt.

Is this silk?

Or, like, Lycra?

Like Lycra?
Like, like...

That sounds funny, doesn't it?

You felt this shit?
Felt like...

(SHUSHES)

You got to pay first, mister.

See this?

Means you have to pay big,
yeah?

- Where'd you get that, babe?

- It's a gift.

- You... you know a girl
who has one on her thigh?

You do.

Who is she?

- Why?

Do you wanna...

fuck her...

or me?

Hey!
- Look.

- Come here!
- Calm down.

I need you to tell me

about the girl with
the tiger brand on her thigh.

- What the fuck?

- How do you know her?

- She's my sister!

- Your what?
Your sister?

- Just let me go!

Ling's gonna kill you!
Come here!

- Where the fuck
is your sister now?

(GROANS)

They sent her to Thailand,
okay?

- Thailand?

- She's got this real good gig,

classy guy.

Rich.

- Is the guy Arab?

European?
Chinese?

French? American?
Russian?

- No!
Just bule!

They're all the same like you.

(GUNFIRE)

(GROANING)

Fuck!

(GROANS)

(GUNSHOTS)

- Try to fuck Ling, Achmed!

Me?

Where's Ling's money,
you raghead motherfucker?

Where's my motherfucking girl?

(IN ARABIC)
There is no God but Allah.

- They killed her, Ling!

They blew her up!

(GROANS)

(GUNFIRE)

- Now they've killed her sister!

- You killed my tiger ladies,
Achmed!

(GUNSHOT)

You not think Ling
will come for you?

(GUNSHOTS)

- Polisi!
Detachment 88.

(MUTTERS)

- Police?
I own the police!

(GUNFIRE)

(SPEAKS CANTONESE)

(GUNSHOTS)

(GUNSHOTS)

- Who'd you sell the girl to?

- Fuck you!

- Who'd you sell the girl to?

No, no, no, no, no.
There's another guy!

The white guy!

- What you gonna do, cop, huh?

Read him his rights?

- Give me his fuckin' name

and I'll kill
the son of a bitch.

- Malik.
His name is Malik.

- Where, Ling?

Where can I find him, Ling?

- Don't worry, cop.

He'll find you.

- Don't move!

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(RATTLING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

- Hey!

- Move!

(♪♪♪)

(ENGINE REVS)

(♪♪♪)

(THUD)

(COUGHS)

(GRUNTS)

(TIRES SQUEAL)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(WHAP)

(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
OVER LOUDSPEAKER)

(TRAIN HORN BLARING)

(♪♪♪)

(MAN SINGING IN ARABIC
OVER LOUDSPEAKER)

(♪♪♪)

(SOMBER MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(WATER SPLASHES)

- Oh...

To find beauty
in a place like this,

where...
where so much is dirty.

(IN INDONESIAN)
You see nothing.

- To bathe is more intimate
than love.

- You touch nothing.

- There.
Perfection.

- You are nothing.

- Vitria?

Ade?

Budi?

Vitria?

Budi!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

- Ah, Lieutenant Hashim.

(IN ARABIC) Peace be with you.

- Who is this?

- They tell me
you are a very reliable man,

the best in detachment 88.

- Where is my family?

- Can I rely on you,
Lieutenant?

- Yes.

- Yeah.

I have important business.

And when I finish,
I will release your family.

Until then,
you will take some time off

to grieve for your friend.

Are we clear, Lieutenant?

(IN INDONESIAN) I understand.

- Are we clear, Lieutenant?

- Yes.

Absolutely.

(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(DOOR CLICKS OPEN)

- Hashim.

Listen, you got to...

(GRUNTS)

- They took my family.

If you're FBI,

why are you in handcuffs?

Why are there U.S. Marines
outside this door?

Huh?

- I'm no superspy, Hash.

I was a Marine MP,

a cop, like you.

In Baghdad, I ran embassy detail
on a museum opening...

jewels, art.

- Go on.

- There was a bombing...

36 civilians killed

and 1 marine.

CIA blamed Al-Qaeda,

but with Bin Laden dead,

it just didn't feel right.

So I started watching
the intel.

More bombings, same pattern.

VIP events.

Jewels, art.

- And?

- They're not terrorists, Hash.

The sultana had
a $7-million necklace on

when she was killed.

- Yes, it's in
an evidence locker.

- Have you checked if it's real?

They switched girls, Hash,

and necklaces,
before the bombing.

You got to get me out of here.

We're cops, man.

We got to stick together.

You gonna trust your boss
to find Vitria?

The kids?

- You're an officer
in the Marines?

- A lieutenant, like you.

(METAL JINGLING)

- Richard Travers...

- Look.

- Private first class, USMC.

- You don't understand.
- Yes, I do.

You're a liar.
Mr. Not-Wilde.

- Hash...
- Lieutenant Not-Jake.

- Hash...

- You belong in prison,

where they give you a number,
not a name.

- I got a name for ya.

The guy that has your family?

I know his name.

- Tell me.

- You need to get
your family back?

Get me out of here.

And we both get what we want.

- You must be Lieutenant Hashim.

Thanks for helping us
recover our fugitive.

- Fugitive?

- AWOL.

Got a warrant on him.

- Excuse me, sir.

I need to speak with you

about politics.

- Look this way.

No.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Superb, for my buyer.

The Chinese are great lovers
of royal things.

Who knows?

Maybe they will buy you.

- Sultana!

(BOTH MURMURING)

- Did they hurt you?
Your children?

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

- Youth has a beauty of its own,
huh?

Perhaps because it slips away
so quickly.

- The policeman's wife,
the children...

This is not part of our deal.

- You will be rewarded.

(IN FRENCH)
No, my pretty little girl.

Not good for you.

They love the chocolate.

- We care nothing for money.

- Yet you seem to need
so much of it for your jihad.

- Jihad is not a license

for the desecration
of innocents!

- No, no.

Just their murder.

- You are warned, Malik.

You cannot have the good wife
or the children.

- I can have anything I want.

Why do you think I am here?

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

- Cap, you got to let me go.

You know why.

- That's why
I'm taking you home, Jake.

(TIRES SCREECH)

(HORN HONKING)

For Christ's sake.

(GUNFIRE)

(BULLETS PINGING OFF METAL)

(MEN GRUNTING AND SHOUTING)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(GROANING LOUDLY)

(GRUNTING)

Get off!
Fuck you!

Get off me!

Get off!

Get off me!
Get off!

(ZAPPING)

(GROANING)

(FINGERS SNAP)

(IN INDONESIAN)
This is the choice you've made.

He's all yours.

- A name.

(ZAPPING)

- Hash?

- You promised me a name.

Lie to me again, and I swear,

I will send you back to America
in a body bag.

- Malik.

He's American or European...

- Not even a Muslim.

(CUFFS CLICKING)

When he says
"as-salaam alaikum,"

it lacks respect.

(KEYS JINGLE)

- So why all of this
street theater?

- The general and I
made a deal.

The Americans cannot know.

Now, the truth.
All of it.

- Malik's an opportunist.

The bombings are a distraction.

(TIRES SQUEAL)

- Quite a distraction.

(DUCKS QUACKING)

(TIRES SCREECH)

Very expensive.

- Fuck, Hash,

we're talking big bucks.

It's the perfect crime.

People just blame
the fuckin' Abduls...

Terrorists.

- How does he get people
to blow themselves up for him?

- He uses remote detonation,
right?

This guy leaves nothing
to chance.

- And you think Malik switched
the sultana with another woman?

- I know he did.

- Why?
And how?

- The how, I know.

The why,

I haven't figured out yet.

(CYLINDER WHIRRING)

But I will.

- We will.

- Yeah, right.

So where are we headed?

- It's time to speak
to the sultan.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Thank you for seeing us,
Your Majesty.

- You say it involves
my daughter?

- We need to discuss
her necklace.

- Her necklace?

I don't understand.

You are...

- Travers.
FBI.

Kidnapping squad.

(SOFTLY) Kidnapping...

- So sorry, Your Highness.

There are some details
about the bombing that...

- The general told us...

The matter has been resolved.

The killers were given justice,
yeah?

- Still, there are details...

- You were right next to her
when the bomb went off.

- Jake.

- How dare you?

- I thank you...

Both of you...

for your concern.

- Thank you, Sultan.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

- They were hiding something.

(MONKEY SQUEALS)

Hash, he was up to his ass
in lies.

- Many people lie when it serves
their interests.

- But we had 'em by the balls.

That's when you squeeze,
partner!

(GASPS)

(GRUNTING)

- Enough!

Haven't you gotten
enough people killed?

Huh?

Americans,
always you are telling;

never listening.

Always fighting;
never hearing.

- Yeah, that's us.

Violent country.

- This is no time for jokes.

My family is at stake.

(GRUNTING)

- From now on,
we play by my rules.

Java rules.

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(SPEAKING INDONESIAN)

- Some kind of sneaky
Javanese karate?

- Not karate.
Pencak silat.

It's an ancient martial art

that prizes cunning
over strength.

- No shit.

- And this is how we must act.

- Ah...

(SNAKE HISSES)

- Not like a bull
in a Chinese shop.

- China shop.

Like dishes?

- Why would a bull buy dishes?

- They told us jack shit
in there.

- They told us everything.

You were too busy talking
about the vizier.

"Blah, blah, blah."

- I was trying to figure out
what they know.

- And did you?

Think, Jake.

Even the sultana's body

must be viewed by next of kin.

- So the sultan already knew...

- That his daughter is alive?

Yes.

So tell me,
Mr. FBI Kidnapping Expert,

why does the father
of a kidnap victim

refuse to speak to the police?

- 'Cause the kidnappers tell him
not to talk to the cops

while they wait for a ransom.

- Ah.
You see.

Speak less, learn more.

Like the curious fact
that the sultan

doesn't want to talk
in front of the vizier.

- How do you know the sultan
wants to talk to us all?

- Because when I kissed
his hand, he gave me this.

- Midnight?

- At the aqueducts.

Before that, we need proof.

(METAL SNAPS AND CLATTERS)

- Ah...

Bingo.

All that glitters isn't gold.

- "Glisters."

- Glisters?

- Shakespeare.

Merchant of Venice.

- Hey...

- Time to go.

- Were you followed?

- How does one know?

- You listen

and trust your instincts.

- Why do my instincts tell me
to trust you?

- Because the man who has
your daughter has my family.

- Sir, we brought the necklace.

Can you tell if it's a fake?

- I know it's a fake.

- Then why not say so?

- My cousin, the vizier,

he wants the throne.

He has made a pact
with this man.

- This is about more
than just a necklace.

- The choker is part
of a collection...

the crown jewels of Java.

- How's the exchange
gonna take place?

(FAINT FOOTSTEPS)

- There will not be one,
Mr. Travers.

(GUNFIRE)

- Go! Go!

(GUNFIRE)

Go!

(GUNSHOT)

(DOG WHIMPERING)

(GROANING)

- We got to move out.

- Go...

- Wife, call an ambulance.

(GROANING AND COUGHING)

- Hash...

- I cannot leave him.

- Okay.

The keys.

(KEYS JINGLE)

- Can you trust...

This bule?

- No.

What did you mean,

there won't be an exchange?

- I ordered the central bank

to send our treasures
to the palace

before dawn.

Once my cousin gets them...

Everything is lost.

(CAR APPROACHES)

- Hash, come on.

(OVER RADIO)
The palace confirms

the victim
is Sri Sultan the Tenth,

found two hours ago.

The sultan's heir,
the grand vizier,

witnessed the crime,

which he said was instigated
by foreign agents

as a strike against
Javanese Muslims.

Suspects include U.S. Marine
Lieutenant Jacob Travers.

Also wanted
in the sultan's murder:

Lieutenant Hashim
of detachment 88.

Both men are armed
and considered dangerous.

(IN INDONESIAN)
It's okay to cry, Sultana.

- Not in front of him.

- There.

Ooh, we're gonna get
these guys.

- Who are you, really?

Jake?

Richard?

- We aren't doing this
right now.

(DOG TAGS CLINK)

- There's always time for truth.

No more lies, Jake.

- Fuck, man.

He followed me everywhere,
you know?

I played tight end;
he plays tight end.

I dropped out of school;
he drops out.

I join the Marines,

and he comes all the way
to Baghdad

to be like his big brother.

- The marine who was lost
in the bombing.

- Yeah.

Then they don't even put me
on the case.

They offer counseling.

"Hey, we'll send you back
stateside

until you get your head
on straight."

You know, you can't just go home
and say, "Hey, Mom!"

"I know you didn't want me
to join up

cause you were afraid
Richard might come."

"Now Richie's never coming home."

"You know, everything's good
'cause I'm in counseling, so..."

Fuck that...
you go after the bastards

who killed
your motherfucking brother,

and you say to him,
"Counsel that, motherfucker!"

That's what you do.

- Thank you.

I needed to know.

- Let's do this shit already.

- These men are innocent,

like your brother.

We take what we need and go.

- I got it.

- Put on your seat belt.

- You fucking serious?

- It's the law.

500,000 rupiah fine.

- You got to be kidding me.

- I am.

To relieve the tension.

(TIRES SQUEAL)

Hold on.

(CRASH)

Don't move!

Drop your guns!

Drop your guns!

- All right, boys,
faces down, hands up!

I said hands up!

Um, Hash?

- Police!
Detachment 88.

- Think they're like, uh,
a different division.

- They think we're stealing
the crown jewels!

- We are!

We're just not very good at it!

(GRUNTING)

(GUNSHOT)

(SHOUTING)

- Open the door!

(GUNSHOT) Ow!

Ow!

Get up!

Now open the goddamn door!

- Jake!

Jake, don't!

- I said,

open the fucking door!

Get the hell out!

Get down!

Hash!

- Yeah!

Come on!

(SIREN WAILING)

You were going to kill
that man!

- Nah.
Had the safety on.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(MOANING)

- Please, sir.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Are you serious?

- Don't even start.

- Can you give us a minute?

- This is a great hideout.

Besides, you had the easy part.

I had to lug that shit up here.

- New clothes.

A disguise.

- Thanks.

- Oh, yes.

Better to dress like
the ex-marine

who's wanted for murder.

- Buddy, there ain't no thing
as an ex-marine.

Semper Fi.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(IN ARABIC)
Peace be with you, pilgrim.

- Hey, Lieutenant Hashim,

let us not pretend.

You know what I am.

- Listen up, asshole!

Let his family go, and maybe
we can make a deal with...

- How does it feel,
Lieutenant Travers, to know

that you have failed
your brother...

again?

Bientôt, mon ami.

(CAR HORN ECHOES THROUGH PHONE)

(HORN HONKING ON STREET)

(HONKING CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(WHOOSHING)

(EXPLOSION)

Ah...

American technology,

very good
for tracking terrorists.

(DRAMATIC ROCK MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(BOTH COUGHING)

- You okay?

Leave it!

- I can't!
My family!

- You're no good to 'em dead!

- No!

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

- Get down!

Come on.

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(SHUSHING)

Shut up!
Shut up!

- Righty-o, righty-o.
Take it easy, mate.

(AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE)

(MEN SHOUTING IN INDONESIAN)

(IN INDONESIAN)
Where did they go?

Quickly, tell me!

(SPEAKS INDONESIAN)

Get off.
Slowly.

(SIRENS WAILING)

- Anything can grow here.

- You'll be home soon.

- Do you want to get us all
killed?

She's supposed to be dead!

- A little insurance.

They will all be dead.

As soon as your men
get my merchandise to market.

- I've warned you!

(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Move!

Come with me.
Trust me.

Come quickly.

(GUN COCKS)

(SHOUTS)

(IN ARABIC)
Peace be with you, pilgrim.

- Don't!

(GUNSHOT)

My family!

(SIREN WAILING)

Go!

Jake.

Look.

(MEN SPEAKING INDONESIAN)

- Keys.

(SIREN WAILING)

(SIREN STOPS)

(GAGGING AND COUGHING)

You work

with an American soldier.

They bomb our children.

- Yeah.

He, too, has lost family
in this war.

And now he helps me
to find mine.

- Your family is still alive.

Until tonight.

God willing.

- God willing.

- They will be at the festival.

Don't let Malik take your boy.

No...
(CHOKING)

- You must declare your faith.

- I bear witness

that there is no other god
but Allah

and that Mohammad
is his prophet.

(LIVELY PERCUSSION)

(HORNS BLARING)

(♪♪♪)

(IN INDONESIAN)
Get back to work!

(SPEAKING INDONESIAN)

(SIGHS)

I hope you have an explanation
for this.

(SIGHS)

Where are they?

Where are the jewels?

- You're pathetic!

We sold them years ago
to feed our people.

Yes.

The only thing
my father wouldn't sell.

That necklace
will feed Java for a year

when I take the throne!

(♪♪♪)

- Your shotgun is showing.

- Shit.

- Hey!

Get out now.
I'll settle this.

Get out.

Get out!

- Check it out.

- No witnesses.

- Hey...

- Hey, Jake.

- No.

(WHIMPERING)

(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)

- Mon vizier,

you know, the Chinese,
they pay...

€2 million for a tiger,

1 million for a rhino.

What do you think they will pay
for a princess?

(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)

- Oh, give me a reason.

- How about two?

Your choice.

- Thoersi!
Sastha!

You know who I am!

- He...

He killed the vizier.

- Stay back.

Stay back.

- Drop the knife!

- Protect her!

- Let her go!

- No! No!

(GUNFIRE)

(FIREWORKS EXPLODING)

(GUNFIRE)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)

Hash, you okay?

- Yeah...
(COUGHS)

(GUNFIRE)

(CROWD SHOUTING)

(SHOUTING)

(IN FRENCH) Move, pig!

- Move! Move!
Get down!

Move!

Move, move, move!

(GUNSHOT)

(IN INDONESIAN)
My place is here.

- My husband
is a police officer.

(GUNFIRE)

(FIREWORKS EXPLODING)

- Get out of the way!

- Jake!

Polisi!
Minggir, Polisi!

(GUNSHOTS)

- Move!

Get down!

- Jake!

(SHOUTING IN INDONESIAN)

(GUNSHOTS)

Crowd:
Sultana! Sultana!

Sultana! Sultana!

(GUNSHOTS)

(CROWD SHOUTING)

(FIREWORKS EXPLODING)

(HASHIM SHOUTING IN INDONESIAN)

- Allez, allez, cochonne!

- Get down!
Get down!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(CROWD SHOUTING)

(GROANS)

(GUNFIRE)

(GRUNTS)

(GUNFIRE)

(COUGHING)

- Well...

The shotgun

is a poor choice, my friend.

Like you.

It lacks precision.

(GUN CLATTERS)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

(GUNSHOTS)

- Hey.

I have a necklace in my pocket

that will buy my way out of...

Oh, this crazy place.

I have everything.

And now...

I have you.

What's wrong?

Did you run out of, uh,
American tough-guy insults?

Huh?

Hey, you want to call me
"asshole"?

Or, "Hey, motherfucker"?

- See, this friend of mine
told me to talk less...

And listen more.

- Well, cowboy,

listen to this.

(GUNSHOT)

(GRUNTS)

- Jake.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

(PANTING)

That's how you use a shotgun,
motherfucker!

(GROANS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(CAMERAS CLICKING)

- Jake.
Jake.

(SPEAKING)

(JET ENGINE WHIRRING)

(DELICATE EXOTIC MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

- Sorry...

I know you can't kiss
on the mouth in public.

It's against the law.

- It is not.

Who told you that?

- Oh, I almost forgot.

A little going-away present.

- You don't know
what this means.

- Yes, I do.

- Hey, Jake.

How did you...

- I figured your boss
had a price

for springing me
from these jarheads.

We got politics
in the corps too.

And generals.

That fake we stole
from the morgue?

Then after we got Malik...

Well, you get the picture.

- I gave the general a fake?

- What's he gonna do?

Call the cops?

Best weapon, right?

- Your brother
would have been proud, Jake.

I'm proud.

- Well, hopefully the
court-martial sees it that way.

- Good-bye, Mas Jake.

- See ya, Hash.

(♪♪♪)

(DRAMATIC ELECTRONIC MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Tie my hands around my back ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ I'm coming back ♪

♪ I'm coming back for you ♪

♪ I can see through you ♪

♪ See right through you ♪

♪ Everything you want from me ♪

♪ Everything you want from me ♪

♪ Every flaw and fall ♪

♪ Everything, yeah ♪

♪ Every weakness ♪

(♪♪♪)

(SONG FADES)

(SOMBER GUITAR MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(DRAMATIC ROCK MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

♪ The city turns me blind ♪

♪ But I can't let go ♪

♪ Black dust in my eyes ♪

♪ But I can't let go ♪

♪ Can't see the stars anymore ♪

♪ But I can't let go ♪

♪ Hurry through the night ♪

♪ But I can't let go ♪

♪ I didn't see
the morning come ♪

♪ I didn't get the dust
out of my eyes ♪

♪ Living in this city
is killing me ♪

♪ I didn't know that I could
give so much ♪

♪ And still,
I tremble inside me ♪

♪ Living in this city
is killing me ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ Feeling I'm going wrong ♪

♪ But I can't let go ♪

♪ We speak, can't even talk ♪

♪ I can't let go ♪

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

♪ I'm like you ♪

♪ I'm a dying angel ♪

♪ All your days pass ♪

(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)

(♪♪♪)

♪ You ♪

♪ Said I need you ♪

♪ You ♪

♪ Are the sweetest poison ♪