Watch you don't pee on me.
What are you doing?
- I have things to do. - What do you mean?
I mean get out!
Have you got a light?
It's empty. Just a minute.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
My name is Du Foltiere. Intelligence liaison officer.
I understand that you are the Deputy Chief of Station CIA, Paris.
And that you witnessed, by coincidence, this attack.
You told my subordinates that you recognized the terrorist as Carlos.
- Carlos recognized me. - Yes.
A deputy chief did not recognize him... but he recognized you.
We are both in the same business, but he was wearing a disguise.
Then how are you so sure it was him?
I lit his cigarette. He was holding my hand.
He grinned at me.
Some of the members are exploiting the oiI price differentials.
OPEC has been very precise in its policy.
Is the conference still in progress? I have an urgent delivery.
Sweetheart... Do you want to live?
Freeze!
My name is Carlos, and you'll do as I say.
- We've got company. - You, sir, stand up.
How does this work?
Is it like this? Like this? Maybe like this?
Like this!
$20 million in ransom. The leader claims to be Carlos.
He wants the credit, and the Austrians want a positive I D.
- Who brought up my name? You? - No, the guy who says he's Carlos.
The Austrians want you to I D him at the airport. Tonight, 2 a. m.
- They're gonna fly him to Libya. - They're going to let him walk?
- They've got no choice. - Let them do like the Israelis.
They're not the Israelis.
Let me explain something to you, Mickey, really simple.
I'll identify him at the airport. I'll get really close to him.
I'll make one clean shot and that'll be the end of this prick.
- This prick has got 70 hostages. - Fuck the hostages.
- A minimum loss of life. - There will be no loss of life.
You don't get it, do you?
He's not going to invest that $20 million in a pension plan.
He's going to use it to finance his next hit, maybe against us.
- Let me assemble a team... - There is no team to assemble.
We are out of the assassination business. I know this is personaI.
The guy made you look like an asshole.
I can appreciate your feelings, but it's not going down on our soiI.
It's not with our nationals. It's not our fight.
Glad to meet you, Carlos. We're not in the assassination business now.
Come on, my fat friend. It's only rain. Bring the others.
Is that him?
It looks like him, but I can't tell for sure from here in this rain.
I've got to get a little closer.
You don't need a hat. Oh, you want it. Okay.
Who do we have to thank for this plane?
Minister of the Interior.
I'm sorry this had to happen here. We have no quarreI...
... with your government. Excuse me.
- Pardon, monsieur. - Do you want another light?
We were never properly introduced. My name is Carlos.
- Eat shit and die slow. - Henry, no!
- Don't be seen shaking his hand. - Such language.
Shocking, really.
You see this man? CIA. Henry Fields.
JERUSALEM, AUGUST 1986
How do you feeI?
I no speak English. I am Cuban.
You spoke English well enough to your contact the street vendor.
- We are both professionals, Carlos. - My name is Ramirez.
Illich Ramirez, Carlos Sanchez, Carlos Martinez, alias the JackaI.
- I am a tourist, not Carlos. - What was your target in IsraeI?
- The Wailing Wall? Temple Mount? - Tourist. That's all!
Listen to me, you piece of shit! I'm trying to be professionaI here!
But you are in Israeli hands now, so don't play games with me.
Israeli?
You're Israeli? You're not Arabs?
I'm in an Israeli prison. Is that what you're telling me?
It's amazing how much your English has improved.
There's been a mistake. I don't know who you think I am.
I am a lieutenant commander in the United States Navy.
I am AnnibaI Ramirez of the U. S. S. Yorktown docked in Haifa.
I am not Illich or Carlos or the JackaI or whoever the fuck else!
Call the U. S. Embassy and ask for the Sixth-Fleet liaison officer.
- He'll confirm what I told you. - Remarkable performance.
- I take my hat off to you, Carlos. - I'll tear your fucking head off!
You call the embassy and ask for the Sixth-Fleet liaison office.
And then, you fucker, you go out and get yourself a very good lawyer.
I'm going to sue you so bad, your grandchildren will still be in debt.
If you were an American Officer, you'd have I D papers and dog tags.
I ditched them in an alley just before your goons got me.
A U. S. officer in the Middle East must traveI as a civilian.
That's why I said I was Cuban, not American.
You broke my rib, you asshole. I'll sue you and your government.
I'm going to sue every fucking Israeli I can get my hands on.
I'll sue Menachem Begin, Moshe Dayan and the B'nai B'rith!
Or whatever the fuck you call it!
Yes, good.
Oh no...
NORFOLK, VA. ONE MONTH LATER
- Good eye, Joey. - Dad!
- Are you okay? - I'm fine.
Lt. Commander Ramirez?
Holy cow!
- Can I help you? - Yeah, my name is Jack Shaw.
I want to talk to you about what happened in IsraeI.
I'll sue the government, the guy who broke my ribs and Golda Meir.
That'll be difficult. Mrs. Meir is deceased.
- Then they'll have to dig her up. - That's not exactly in my field.
- Specifically, I am with the CIA. - You're CIA?
Does the man in this photograph look familiar to you?
Holy shit!
That's not me. I know it looks like me, but it's not me.
- I know it's not you, too. - Is this that Carlos guy?
- Look! - Joey, get down out of there.
This is the only recent photo we have of him. Taken half a mile away.
It was taken by the Israelis. You can't blame them for the mix-up.
I hope you're not trying to talk me out of my lawsuit.
They kept me chained up for two days after I identified myself.
- They knew who I was. - I'm not here about your lawsuit.
- I'm trying to tell you... - Can I finish?
Carlos is the single most vicious terrorist in the whole world.
He has carried out the worst terrorist acts in modern history.
Men, women, kids. Kids like your boy down there.
Blown to bits. Slaughtered in cold blood.
Did you join the Navy to protect your country from her enemies?
Carlos is one of her biggest enemies today.
As terrorism is a growth industry, he's a bigger enemy every day.
Why are you telling me all this?
Most of the free world has been after Carlos for the past ten years.
And they have come up with nothing. There is only one way to get him.
There is exactly one person, in the whole world, who can get him.
- How the hell would I get him? - You'll need to think it over.
The answer's no. I was trained as a navaI officer.
You came to the wrong address. The man you're looking for is Bond.
James Bond. He lives in England, drives an Aston Martin. Go see him.
AdmiraI Crawford, this is Commander and Mrs. Ward Scowcroft.
I know your family well. I was with your father at the Academy.
I won't let you down, sir.
Lt. Commander and Mrs. AnnibaI Ramirez.
- Annabelle..? - AnnibaI, sir.
I'm glad to see we're getting some Mexican-American officers.
I'm an L. A. boy myself. I have a soft spot for Mexican food.
- My stomach doesn't always agree. - We eat Cuban food.
I think your stomach would find that more agreeable.
- You're Cuban-Americans? - Yes, sir.
- If he can't appreciate that... - It's okay, don't worry.
His wife asked me to mow her lawn, so we'll always have food.
This is a coincidence. I was over at your lovely house the other day, -
- but I had to leave suddenly and never got to make your acquaintance.
The pleasure is mine.
- Shaw. Jack Shaw. - Señor Shaw. Mucho gusto.
My wife speaks English. So do I.
I should have realized you'd feeI embarrassed speaking Spanish here.
Who is he?
- A white wine and a club soda. - Yes, sir.
Let me guess, the wine is for your wife?
You're afraid to loosen up in front of the brass.
How can you stand this shit? They're all so fucking constipated.
- My wife is waiting for her soda. - There's a fiery retort!
- How about "fuck you, paI"? - I'd believe it, if it was louder.
You don't belong with these guys. You belong to me.
Remember what Darth Vader said: "Come over to the dark side. "
Come over, AnnibaI. You have no idea of the power we have.
I want nothing to do with you. Get it through your thick skull.
Your country came to you requesting help and you turned it down.
Not exactly promotion materiaI. Know what I mean?
Are you threatening me? The answer is no, and that is the end of it.
Now get a life.
That pest won't leave me alone.
Jesus Christ!
- What do you want? - What time is it?
It's 1: 15. Precisely.
It's for you.
Hello? Who the..?
Yes, sir.
Your wife and kid go to the store. Carlos has been there first.
He's planted a bomb.
The boy you're going to see lived. You tell me if he was lucky.
- Dr. Shaw, is this the specialist? - Yes, Dr. Ramirez.
Mr. and Mrs. Newcomb are the parents of the wounded boy.
Will you do the surgery? They tell us you're the best there is.
He's the only one. Here's the boy's chart, Doctor.
One kidney has been destroyed. The left lung has been perforated.
The spleen, the large intestine and stomach lining are all torn.
There are over 100 individuaI pieces of shrapneI.
It's a trademark device of Carlos'. Designed not to kill but to maim.
You're a sadistic son of a bitch.
You used those poor people. You'd use anything to get what you want.
To get what I want? Let me show you what I want.
There's some photographs in there of some of Carlos' victims.
UntiI you came along, all we could do was take pictures of his victims.
I told them you were the only one. It's true. We got a good doctor...
But you are the only one who can get the JackaI.
I'm not the bad guy, AnnibaI. Carlos is.
Go talk to him.
- Take care of your mother. - Why do you have to go?
Because I finally got my chance to go into subs.
Why can't somebody else's daddy go into subs, and you can stay here?
Because I'm the one they chose. And because your dad can do the job.
Listen to me, no whining, okay?
Bye, sweetie.
Are you going to miss me?
- Bye, sweetie. - Take care.
This is an ad hoc operation set up specifically for your mission.
From here on, your name is MigueI.
- MigueI? - That's security.
So your name isn't really Jack Shaw?
Of course it is.
Nice place.
Yes, there's a toilet in every room.
- Your mother is Irish-American? - Yes, she is.
That's how come the blue eyes. Something wrong, MigueI?
No.
Your father was in a Cuban prison. Is that correct?
- That's correct, sir. - Your mother took you to visit him.
I see you've done your homework, sir.
MigueI, no one is supposed to know you are anything but a student.
Don't call me sir. It's like a sign on your forehead that says military.
- From here on out, forget the Navy. - Yes, sir. Sire.
Okay, I've got you.
This is a satellite tracking centre. If Carlos ever uncovers our plot, -
- he will try to find a way to kill us first.
Carlos has two main safe houses. One in Libya, one in East Germany.
Our satellites pass over three times a day. The Russians know when.
So we have to assume Carlos knows as well.
There's another fella here I want you to meet.
Although I think you're already acquainted.
- What the fuck is this? - Hello. My name's Amos.
I didn't recognize you without my foot chained to the floor.
- I hope there are no hard feelings. - There are a lot of hard feelings.
You're going to be hearing from my lawyer.
Outside of myself, he's the most important person here.
We're working with the Israelis. Amos has studied Carlos.
- He took the photo in Libya. - Why didn't you just kill him?
Don't let this equipment fooI you. Carlos has the home court advantage.
He has three layers of protection at all times.
Next, and most importantly, anyone who hits Carlos -
- will unleash against himself a fanaticaI wave of terrorism.
- FanaticaI. - Okay.
That, by the way, is the last question you're going to ask.
From here on, you get information when we want you to get it.
You don't ask questions. You just do as you're told.
This won't be like the Navy. We'll push you to the limit.
Fatigue, frustration, fear. You're going to be terrified.
- When do we start? - We already have.
What were the names on the last three tombstones on your right?
- I don't know. I wasn't looking. - Guillaume, Gautier, Smith.
Carlos is always looking. Always paying attention.
Carlos is the master of the survivaI techniques we will teach you.
For him there are no rules, but you are a rules follower, aren't you?
- If you say so. - If you say so.
Carlos is the opposite. That's what makes it so seductive.
He can kill whomever he chooses. He can take whatever he chooses.
It is to be, in many ways, a superman.
If you can learn what we can teach you, you could be one of them, too.
If you don't, you're going to be one of them.
Another dead soldier.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
- How's the porridge. You like it? - It's okay. Not bad.
Finish everything in the pot.
- There's eight or nine helpings. - No questions. Just do.
Remember not only the names, but the positions of the stones.
When I call out a name, you whirI and shoot.
- It's fucking freezing. - Brisson!
- Can I get some gloves? - No luxuries. Dupres!
You get comfortable, you'll get killed. Pacquet!
Reload.
Go.
Time.
Top shelf: Milk, juice, maybe some cottage cheese.
A couple of beers. Tomatoes. I don't know what else.
What kind of milk? Was it opened or closed? What kind of cheese?
How many beers and tomatoes? This is life and death.
The cupboard over the stove. You've got four seconds.
Look this time.
Go.
Time.
- Name and place of birth? - Illich Ramirez Sanchez.
- Caracas, Venezuela. - Father?
Dr. José Altagracia Ramirez Sanchez.
- Must you smoke that cigar? - Yes.
Carlos' father abandoned his family because he wanted to be a playboy.
Your father abandoned you when he was sent to jaiI.
Either way, it's lonely boy missing his father.
Use your own experiences to create an image of Carlos' father.
So when you talk about him you have the same emotion.
The same love. The same resentment.
The same sadness.
The same anger.
So who told you to stop?
- What's that? - A transmitter.
- For what? - Target practice. You're the target.
José! Bouvier!
Smith!
You're dead.
- You've finished all your porridge. - I've finished all my porridge.
Good.
You can have some more.
- I ain't eating any more shit. - Whatever is the matter?
I'll tell you what the matter is. I've been here eight fucking weeks!
AII I've had to eat the whole time is this shit.
I'm losing weight. I'm shitting 3-4 times a day.
You nearly killed me with those snowmobiles.
It's Christmas Eve, and I haven't seen my family in two months.
And I still don't know what I'm supposed to be learning here.
- You're acting like a spoiled brat. - Which is going to save your life.
Acting like a tight-ass Navy brass is exactly what will get you killed.
As a child, Carlos was fed porridge. He hated it.
Everyone he's ever been close to he told about that porridge.
In schooI he was a scrawny kid. He felt clumsy.
- We made you feeI clumsy. - Carlos' father smoked cigars.
The cover that will save your life is one you believe in yourself.
Ready for the next test?
Your wife has told you she was away from the house for a week.
Now you come home together.
Walk through the house. Don't arouse her suspicion. You have 30 seconds.
Find out if she's Iying. Then we'll answer some of your questions.
- Time's up. - Is she telling the truth?
- She had a man over. - How do you know?
She hasn't been here for a week? The sponge is still wet.
There's water under the dish rack. The milk is fresh.
From the date on it, it was probably bought yesterday.
- Same with the margarine and bread. - How do you know it was a man?
She might have met him at a bar. A book of matches was thrown out.
- There was ash from a cigarette. - What else?
I think they made love on the sofa. The cushions were hastily turned.
I know it was a man from the smell of cheap aftershave.
Jack, you've been fucking my wife.
Rousseau! Bouvier! Flint! Brisson!
Not bad, huh?
The plan is to get the KGB to eliminate Carlos for us.
Carlos knows all the links between the KGB and terrorist organizations.
He knows everything.
If we can get the KGB to think that Carlos is going over to the CIA, -
- they'll take him out for us.
- Why would they think that? - Money. $50 million.
Not for revolution, for his pocket. A new identity and CIA protection.
If we lay it out right, they'll believe it.
- When do we move? - Not so fast. You're not ready.
- I'd say at least two months... - Two months? Are you crazy?
Bullshit! I'm ready now.
You give me any test you want, I'll pass it.
I've already passed all your tests. No wonder you haven't caught him.
You've had me training in Siberia to catch someone in the Middle East!
- How long does it take to work? - It should be hitting him now.
Carlos!
I told you I didn't want anything to do with this.
Fuck you.
Are you looking for me, amigo?
Father! Father!
- Hey, Joey. - Pitch it to me.
- Watch! - Joey, get out of there!
Ready?
- I hope we didn't go too far. - The LSD might fuck him up.
It's better than being shot in some back alley in Libya.
If he can't handle this, he sure as shit can't handle going operationaI.
What's next?
Your new instructor will be Carlos' girlfriend from eight years ago.
She's French. Her name is Carla. She'll teach you what we can't.
- Why is she helping us? - Carlos used her.
He put her on an aeroplane with a bomb in her suitcase.
If it hadn't been found, she'd have gone up with everything else.
She's about 32. She's very attractive.
- Yeah, it won't be a hardship. - What won't be a hardship?
Doing it. Fucking her.
Our way in is through another girI, Agnieska. She's the key to the trap.
The KGB will be watching her. If she's convinced, so will they be.
You'll then ask Agnieska to do a bank transaction.
You're not cheating on your wife. You're fucking for your flag.
Close your eyes and think of England.
Hello?
The thing about Carlos is, he doesn't lose himself with a woman.
Lovers are different to him. He might have a use for them.
So he has to seduce them properly.
Make sure they're so crazy for him they'll do anything for him.
It is not pleasure for him.
It is a sick kind of conquest.
He'll do anything.
He's the perfect lover.
He doesn't do it to please you, but to excite you.
To make it dangerous for you...
The danger is very sexy to a woman.
He could kill you in a second, but instead he makes you come.