SIREN BLARES
TYRES SCREECH
SIREN CONTINUES
KNOCKING ON DOOR
No, you can't come in.
SNORING
Could you get out and close the door?
Isn't he conscious yet?
I don't care who sent you up here from Washington, Ames,
this is my patient.
He's not your patient...
he's Morgan.
And this time... he's staying in custody.
He already broke out of your maximum-security prison.
Do you think that'll do any good?
Mmm, that...and us.
You know, you look better when I don't see you too well, Ames.
Could be you'll see me through the bars for 27 more years, buddy boy.
You my doctor?
Yes. What the hell's the problem?
Subdural haematoma, Mr Morgan. There's temporary damage to the optic nerve.
Be on your feet in about three weeks
and then right back in a cell with five years added for the bust-out.
So, you ought to be boozing it up and bangin' the broads in, say, well...
about 1995. You want to bet on it?!
Damn right.
40 million bucks.
Leave us alone, doc.
There are certain things... I said "alone", doc.
Ames...I hope I'm on duty when they bring you in
after a little old lady has inserted her umbrella where it belongs.
I said "40 million bucks", Morgan.
I said it on the stand and I'll tell you while I'm flat on my back.
I didn't know a damn thing about that currency shipment...
until I saw it on TV.
Everything about that operation said "Morgan", like a Swiss watch.
Morgan to plan it, Morgan's old buddy Sal Dekker for the muscle.
Everything you presented was circumstantial. You haven't found ten bucks of that dough.
160,000 showed up in Miami banks a week after your bust-out.
No shit. Where'd ya fence it, Morgan? Brazil? Nueva Cadiz?
You know, if it was me, or Sal Dekker, I'd take a shot at Nueva Cadiz.
Nice little island, nice new government.
You can do anything you want as long as they get a cut.
Only 100 miles from Miami.
Yeah, if I had a bundle in the millions,
I'd fence it in Nueva Cadiz.
How'd you like to take a trip to Nueva Cadiz, buddy boy?
Must be the pills are shootin' me, but you just lost me, "buddy boy".
We'll make you a trade.
The government's damned interested in Nueva Cadiz, too. Oh, not for the money.
You remember an old political character named Victor Sable?
Oh, the one the military executed or something?
They had him under house arrest. Then they stuck him in Rose Castle -
the roughest prison in the Caribbean.
So? Washington wants to know if he's alive,
and if he is, they want him out...
alive.
Look at it this way, Morgan.
Instead of you busting out of the toughest boxes in the world,
we want you to bust in.
Oh, man, you gotta be kidding, Ames.
20 years off your sentence.
Tell Washington I don't like the odds.
I always said you were chicken, Morgan.
All your guts are in your ass!
All right, Ames...
I hope they send you along as my chaperone.
It'll be a lot more interesting that way.
Matter of fact, no chance.
The old man's got it set up so that Stacy gets the assignment.
You ever...run into Stacy?
Not yet.
But, you know, it might be interesting. I've, er...
I've never shacked up with a government agent before.
SIREN BLARES
If I'd known you were still hungry, I...
Well, we could have stayed where we were.
Well, you remember, I've been on a diet for three years and...
I don't want to overdo it right away.
Well, have a drink and then...overdo.
Join me? Natch.
Holy Toledo!
I've never seen him here before. Is he Valerie's.
If you hadn't spent your whole life in Nashville, you'd know Morgan.
My God! My first month in New York and I'm in the same room with Morgan!
And he IS Valerie's, but there's enough to go around.
You're not gonna take them up on that?
Morgan, we can get out of the country.
I've got tickets on a flight to...
Hell, yes, I'm gonna take him up on it. I want to go to Nueva Cadiz.
For Victor whathisname?
What the devil does he mean to you or anybody else?
If some of that money showed up...the rest is someplace around.
It's gotta be on that damn island.
Whoever did take that money will think I'm there to track it down,
and, one way or the other,
they're gonna crawl out of the woodwork.
Valerie.
Sorry. Mr J, do you know what he's got in mind?
Darling, whatever Mr J has in mind is what we're here for.
Really?!
I'd better get you out of here, so the kids can keep their minds on their work.
Whatever Valerie's kids are famous for...
..it's not their minds.
How tall are you, anyway?
With heels?
With anybody.
Oh, I'm big enough. No complaints yet.
Guaranteed?
Um...what kind of guarantee would you like?
Six months or 20,000 miles of comfortable riding?
Who is this Stacy they got to bird-dog you?
Sorry, darling, but I, er...never married her before.
You've got to marry her?! Wow! That's a switch!
It has something to do with the cover story they set up.
Qu'est-ce-que voulez-vous, Monsieur?
Une plume de ma tante, s'il vous plait.
WOMAN SPEAKS CHINESE
So, this damned sales girl kept saying,
"No, madame. Madame would definitely take a size 38C.
"Madame's size IS 38."
So, I finally said to her, "Hey, baby, just whose are they, anyway?"
Morgan, you're terrible.
That's not what you said this afternoon. Well, this afternoon you WEREN'T terrible.
Why don't you come down to Nueva Cadiz in about a month?
We'd have about 40 million laughs.
I don't want to think about it. I'll...
I'll worry about you all the time you're there.
Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'll... I'll worry, too.
WOLF WHISTLE
I'm a son of a bitch!
I'm Kimberley Stacy.
State Department. Special Agent.
So, you're the monster.
Sorry, I, er... didn't hear you come in.
You know, you cost me 20 bucks. I was stupid enough to make a bet you wouldn't come back.
Why did you, Morgan? Uh... Curiosity.
Oh, that's not good enough. I know that reduced sentence doesn't mean a thing to you.
No.
Why, I mean, you never seriously considered serving it, did you?
Not if I can help it. But I was curious...
curious what was happening in Nueva Cadiz...
and curious about the child bride they've sentenced me to.
By the way,
when does this consummation take place -
before or after our elopement?
When I take a man for keeps, I'LL do the choosing.
Thank you.
Any time!
You would have to have only one damn name!
I'm sorry about that, but, you see, I am a bastard.
What next, genius?
Well, I thought we'd whip down to the Florida Keys, register in a motel and...
you know, get some sleep.
It's an old, old custom, sweetheart.
Bull!
Why don't you, er, take a swim or, er, something?
Art Keefer, please.
Art? ..Yeah, we're here. Moored.
What?
What?!
All right.
I'll see you later.
Just great(!) Just great(!)
Your Federal pals spread the word on our arrival.
Those stupid sons of... I wouldn't, er, underestimate them, Morgan.
I think they've arranged all this pretty well so far.
Oh, you mean the marriage? That was good thinking.
Non-consummation is, er... good grounds for annulment.
Except they forgot one thing.
There's no law against a man raping his own wife.
Forget it, Morgan.
You know, er...one day you're gonna pull that
and I'm gonna have to take it away from you.
And you know what I'm gonna do with it?
What?
Well, on, er...second thoughts, I think it's a physical impossibility.
Hey!
How are you, jailbird? In and out.
How did you do it?
Would you believe rubber bars? KEEFER WHISTLES
Man, check that one out.
That one...is my wife.
Kim Stac... Mrs Morgan, meet Art Keefer.
Don't bother. How do you do, ma'am?
At least you get a bonus.
How much does she know?
Everything. You are crazy, buddy.
Oh, I like it like that. You shove off from Raymond's at 0600.
Uh-huh. Er, where's my contact?
The Orino Bar. Our old barracks song'll be the recognition gimmick.
Any heavies in the act?
Two, Russo Sabine, who's hatchet man for Carlos Ortega.
How's it look? Well, right now, all his way, but you'll be a 40-million-times welcome addition.
Fat chance he's got. I'm working on a government budget,
stashed in a Miami bank under a phony name - MA Winters.
For you, one way or the other, Uncle Whiskers always picks up the tab.
Some guys just got it.
See ya. Take care, buddy.
Who's Art Keefer?
Art Keefer - one of the guys you thought was dead.
We were part of a team that, er...
worked behind the lines during the war.
There was no Art Keefer. Changed his name, of course. Of course.
Let me do that.
What about the others? The what?
Oh, the others, yeah. Two of them are dead all right.
Art Keefer had nothing to do with that 40 million deal, honey.
Damn you!
I was NOT! All I was trying to do was dry you off.
PORTER SPEAKS SPANISH
This way, senor.
Zero, zero, dos.
Put the suitcases in the bedroom. Si, senor.
Nice honeymoon spot.
Beautiful.
Hey, honey.
Mmm?
Not a bad-looking print.
Terrific(!)
There you go. Gracias, senor.
Quite all right.
Gotta get a load of the nightlife in this town.
Really great.
They have more clubs per square metre... I'm dying to!
I've got a little shopping to do first. Get a load of that bathroom.
You think they...redecorated this place?
Well, I am gonna get cleaned up.
Can't wait to take a shower. Care to join me?
Are you kidding?! Will you remember one thing? We're on our honeymoon... RUNNING WATER
WHISPERS: ..and Big Brother's watching.
Yeah.
Well, if, er, you're going shopping...
I guess you need some money.
You're awfully generous, sweetheart...
..with our expense account.
OK, the lady's coming out.
MAN: Come on, baby, seven, 11!
Come on!
Four. Tray ace. Four.
Mark four. Four's the point. Anybody want the hard four?
Hard four?
Seven, the loser. Seven, the loser. Oh, that's all she wrote.
Care to shoot 'em, sir?
I never tried it before, but, what the hell? That's what I'm here for.
Hey, we've got a virgin. Beginner's luck, man! I'm gonna ride with you!
I think I'll take a ride on this one myself.
Hey, comin' up, beginner baby. Comin' up.
..You got it!
You're marvellous! I win, right? Yeah! All the way, baby!
I'm going to have to try to spend some time. What do we want?
Seven or 11. Either one, baby. Either one.
11. PEOPLE CHEER
Hey! Oh! Put it right there. Yes, please. There.
OK, comin' up, baby. Comin' up. OK? You want? Seven or 11. Seven or 11? Yeah. Every time, baby. Every time.
All right, come on, you mother!
ALL: Ah-h!
Four. Tray ace. Part four.
What's wrong with that? Gotta get another four, baby. So?
Anybody want the hard four?
Hard four. Two hard fours.
Four. THEY ALL YELL
A hard four. Two deuces. Two deuces on the hard four.
MAN: How's it going, man?
What's wrong?
He'll try anything to break your luck, my friend.
There we go.
Come on, baby, come on!
What do you need? Seven or 11, either way!
Here we go!
Six, hard six. Six to fly.
Come on, son of a...
..Six.
Six! Oh, you did it! Oh, you're tremendous! I love you! I love you!
Two threes, the hard way. Two threes. Six, the hard way.
You can't quit now. You're red-hot.
I sure am. I need a cold drink.
PEOPLE: Ah-h-h!
Hey, buddy, here you go.
12,000 American dollars. There. Congratulations, Senor Winters.
Thank you very much. Mind if I join you in that drink?
My pleasure, ma'am.
Credit that to my account, Jimmy. Si.
I'm Lisa Gordot, and you're a life-saver, unless you hadn't guessed.
How'd you do, ma'am? I was doing all right until you decided to quit.
I could have killed you! Tall rum drink, please.
Yours?
Oh, I've done all right following you so far. I'll have the same.
But not quite enough for what I need.
Well, better luck next time. I have a feeling you're a born winner.
Ergo, I choose to string along with you.
I hear luck coming.
Well, that doesn't do very much for my ego.
All right, then let's say you AND your luck.
Thanks again.
Hasta la vista!
SHE WOLF-WHISTLES
Wow! Aren't you something?! Who's your girlfriend?
Oh, Lisa Gordot. She congratulated me. I won.
Lisa Gordot. International jetsetter.
Raised hell on two continents by causing scandals in government upper echelons. Nice friends you have.
I just met the broad. Oh, did you get a rundown on the situation?
Yes, but this isn't the place to talk about it.
Keep it.
Orino Bar. Orino Bar.
# ..will say he wants me
# What will he see in me?
# Make him stay for ever...
# Nothing but tenderness... #
Your pleasure, senor? Yeah, my pleasure(!) Well, I am on my honeymoon.
Champagne. Buckets of champagne.
We are newly-weds. You could smile occasionally.
You really are a bastard!
Oh! Well, I hate to change the subject, but the tail's still on us.
Why this place, Morgan? Well, Keefer has a contact here he does business with.
Now, that wouldn't be in the 40 million bracket, would it?! I told you he had nothing to do with it.
Cheers.
Mmm.
What about Sal Dekker? Oh, you know about that, too, baby.
Sal Dekker had the lousy luck to run into a mine.
He went to an army hospital for two years and then to Australia.
..Well, you still could have had one of your old team help you with that robbery, couldn't you?
Uh-oh. Not Dekker. He was the only one of us
that really disliked the business.
# I'm playin' it cool It's not my way to worry
# I'm nobody's fool It doesn't pay to hurry
# I'm takin' my time I haven't even entered my prime
# He'll come to me
# My first true love And he'll... #
You know what I think, Morgan? Guess what?
What? They're playing our song.
It's recognition singing. Something left over from the war.
That girl. She's our contact. # Must be intuition that makes me behave
# In such an unconventional way... #
Now, don't tell me SHE'S something left over from the war.
Uh, wait, wait, could you ask that girl if she'll join us for a drink?
Well, I'm sorry, senor, but the management... Uno momento.
# ..that he wants me near And wants the world to know it
# And that's when I'll stop... #
Si, senor. As la senora is here, I'm sure it can be.
Just a minute. If I demand a drink...
# I'm playin' it cool
# It's just my disposition I'm playin' it cool
# Must be intuition That makes me behave
# In such an unconventional way
# One thing I know
# Life's a groove if you Take it slow
# I know he'll appear
# And when he does he'll show it
# That he wants me near And wants the world to know it
# And that's when I'll stop...
# Playin' it cool
# Play with me! #
Cool!
CHEERS AND APPLAUSE
< Psst!
Rosa Lee! This is my wife Kim.
And I'm Morgan Winters. Please sit down. Thank you.
You're really wonderful. You really are. Can I get you a drink?
Your Manhattan, senorita? Grazie.
You know, when I saw you singing, it really brought back old memories.
An old buddy of mine, Art Keefer.
He contact you? Mm-hm.
I think we'd better make this look like a toast to your future happiness.
What do you need?
A radiotransmitter.
177 Palm Drive.
You'll find everything you need.
When? Tomorrow night.
Around midnight. Anything else?
Any news of Victor Sable?
Yes.
The Rose Castle. Very important prisoner, with the personal attention of Carlos Ortega.
I'll need someone who knows complete prison routine.
I have one.
You wanna see him tomorrow night? Yeah. Well...
Oh, I must warn you, the Rose Castle is impregnable.
And they'll kill Sable rather than let him escape.
And by the way,
Angelo, the captain at the Monteban - you can trust him.
Thank you.
Adios.
Madame...
Senor, salud y pesetas,
y viste al toro!
You said it, buddy!
THEY CHEER
GUNSHOT
GUNFIRE
Looks like we...have guests.
This is a private suite. Only as long as we wish it to be so, Mr Morgan.
You let this clown talk for you, Ortega? Ah, you know who I am.
Don't play games with me. I'm not a damn amateur.
Morgan, darling, you must be tired.
I'm tired of being pushed around. What the hell are you doing in here? Precisely what Senor Sabine...
..our official Director of Police,
is here to ask you, Mr Morgan.
There's no record of your entry into this country. I could care less.
I am sure that will not be necessary. I'm tired. Excuse me.
Don't keep him too long.
You caused a serious disturbance tonight. I caused a disturbance?!
I was shot at, pal! You were carrying a large amount of money!
Ah, crap! You chose to dine in some out-of-the-way spot, thus presenting an attractive robbery target!
Quiet, Nino, Mr Morgan knows that from across the street,
robbery as a motive is ridiculous.
In fact, I have an idea the astute Mr Morgan
has a rather clearly defined understanding of the special service
our country might be able to offer him.
Like converting hot stuff into negotiable currency.
Frankly, it can be arranged. I'll think about it. Bueno.
Mr Ortega...
You don't mind if I yank the bugs out of these rooms?
After all, it is my honeymoon. Not at all, and I apologise for the clumsy installation.
Also, I'd can whoever shook the rooms down. They weren't very good, either.
It is very difficult when amateurs deal with professionals.
Goodnight, sir. And our apologies to the senora
for our intrusion.
Morgan, how did you...?
How did you know they searched the place, I didn't see a thing? Neither did I. It figures, that's all.
You were pretty rough on him.
He didn't mind. Besides, something's got him worried.
The shooting. Yeah, he'd like to know who did it.
He wants me alive if he expects to see any part of that 40m.
I wonder who did it.
That's what I'm gonna find out.
Nightcap? After all that champagne we had? No, thanks.
And you stay there!
Morgan, what are you doing? What's it look like I'm doing?
I've been accused of a lot of things, but never sleeping with a woman on my honeymoon.
What would May think?
Oh, hold this for me, will you, hon?
Oh, Senor Winters, a mutual friend was speaking of you last night.
How may I help you? Oh, uh, what about the hurricane?
The chart, senor. It is correct - up to the minute.
Of course, senor, I would be happy to help you find your number.
There are so many different languages spoken among our guests.
How may I be of assistance?
Gimme a rundown on one of your guests. Lisa Gordot.
Oh, that one's trouble, senor. Big trouble.
Director of Police regards her as his personal property.
And he's making sure she does not leave before he is through with her.
Ahh... Careful, senor.
That snake can get you killed in the blink of an eye. He will tolerate no interference with his pleasures.
Is there anything else I can do for you, senor?
No, that oughta do it. Thank you. De nada!
Hi, beautiful.
Hi. My white knight has returned to the war? Not right now.
But I might be able to help you in another way.
Must we talk here? My suite is amply stocked with all the necessities.
Room 310. If you'll excuse me.
You're sure no-one saw you come up here? Huh? I went to great lengths to MAKE sure.
Intimate. It's supposed to be.
Are you sure it's safe for you, my being here?
No-one's apt to pop in? In the daytime, perfectly safe, I believe.
In any case, no-one owns me.
Russo Sabine thinks so.
Russo Sabine is a pig.
But you probably heard the whole sordid story.
Wanna try it on me for size?
I came here as a tourist.
Well, actually, I was ducking the consequences of some dumb things I'd gotten myself messed up with.
Well, if you'd rather skip it.
Frankly, it is embarrassing.
Oh, hell, I was trying to find a sponsor who would help me to get to South America.
And you made the mistake of meeting Senor Sabine.
And Sabine has arranged it so no sponsor appeared.
It's a campaign of attrition.
Until you showed up and Lady Luck continued to smile upon you,
it was really disastrous.
Well, maybe if you help me, we can switch that luck.
Just ask.
Play Sabine along.
See what he has on me.
What he's interested in.
If he thinks I'm interested, you and our luck are shot.
I'll make sure my luck rubs off on you.
That kind of rubbing, I could take!
Like what?
You name it, lovely Mr Lucky.
Damn YOU! YOU BITCH!
Stacy, what in the hell?! ..Obviously, I was wrong.
You were born wrong, Casanova, all I had to do was stake out this room!
Bye, now.
That's all I need, you playing house with some dumb broad.
You could have chosen somebody instead of that...that tramp!
Thanks, pussycat.
What for? For being jealous of my lovely wife.
Downstairs, you were just plain jealous.
Don't try taking a powder, Morgan.
With a wife like you, waiting, panting her heart out?
Don't be silly.
How do I get out of the hotel without being seen?
Oh, I think I have that information, senor.
LOW VOICE: Through the men's room.
The wall is unfinished. There is a plywood panel that covers it.
Behind there are stairs leading to a rear service exit.
LOUDER: Er, you may keep this brochure, senor. No, thanks.
Eh, les cojones.
KNOCK
Rosa?
Hi. Hi.
Sorry I can't offer you a drink, but there aren't many luxuries for us ordinary people.
Ortega keeps a pretty tight austerity lid on his peasants.
Why don't you do something about it? Are you kidding? It's like Germany when Hitler first took over!
Their time is coming...
You contacted Art Keefer? Yeah, he's standing by waiting for my call.
That your husband?
Was my husband.
Killed him, those bastards...
No!
You can get killed like that, friend. What did you tell him?
That you're interested in supplying forbidden items to the inmates of Rose Castle.
What's the deal?
Usually, it is 50/50 on my share...
60/40 with me. Take it or leave it, pal. You drive a hard bargain, senor,
but...perhaps there can still be a profit.
You can supply narcotics, perhaps?
No sweat. Who pays?
Most of those in the Rose Castle are political prisoners from wealthy families.
How are they addicted? Deliberately.
Prisoners believe they were being administered medicine.
Oh, it was a cute trick! Once they were hooked, it was unlikely they'd become politically active again.
Nice guy, Carlos Ortega, hmm?
Yeah...
OK, buster, it's a deal.
When will you be prepared to deliver? Sample for quality tomorrow. Where do I meet you?
A red Volkswagen in the hotel parking lot, at 4.
Watch it, Morgan, it could be dangerous.
Oh, they'll get their sample.
No!
Sample only. It's my ticket into the castle.
I've got to get in there and check it out myself. To extricate Victor Sable? What about the others?
All in time.
OK. What do you want me to tell Art? Tell Art
I need a pat on the back tomorrow.
And it's urgent. Pat on the back?
Yeah. Means two ounces of pure heroin.
Right. A pat on the back tomorrow.
Urgent!
My bride has really missed me!
She's trying to drown out her loneliness!
I'm trying to drown out the thought of what I'd say if you failed to show up!
You know, I signed a receipt for your body.
Well, I hope I'm worth it.
Unfortunately, you are the X-factor. The essential unknown quantity.
And you smell funny.
A girl smell.
Mm-hm? Nice.
I was wrong, it isn't the X-factor at all, it's the delta factor.
Sorry, but that's all Greek to me.
Delta, the Greek letter "d".
The phallic symbol for "woman".
The geometric design that identifies the female for the male.
You and your damn broads!
Hey.
I thought you were leaving.
My protector took care of that.
He confiscated my passport and all my money.
Suppose I show you a way. Is there a way, Morgan? I have an idea.
I'd be very grateful, and I always pay my debts.
Don't tempt me.
Go up to your room, and stay there. OK.
Morgan, thanks for everything,
and even if you can't arrange things, I'll still be grateful.
Any time.
I'll see you later. OK.
You are leaving, senor? Hell, no, Mr Director.
I've weathered out hurricanes before.
Perhaps you have a few minutes.
Why not?
This way, please.
You know, I'm getting a little fed up with all this attention. Account for your whereabouts tonight.
I had six witnesses watch me consummate my marriage.
This is no time to make jokes.
If you've got anything to say, say it, otherwise... Last night at the Orino Bar,
you entertained a singer at your table, no? Anything wrong with that?
That is a distinct possibility, Senor Morgan, inasmuch as the young lady was found...dead a short time ago.
Tough. But I don't see what that has to do with me.
Suppose I tell you that you were seen leaving the hotel from an exit normally unknown to guests.
And suppose I tell you the driver later identified you as a fare he drove to a spot
not far from the murdered woman's! I don't care WHAT you tell me!
If I set out to knock off a broad, I wouldn't let no taxi driver see me!
I've made a lot of enemies in my lifetime. Some guy bumps a broad,
dumps it in my lap, and you're idiot enough to believe it!
You need some training in police techniques!
That is not what we are talking about, Senor Morgan! Oh, yeah?
Or am I getting some heat cos I... got friendly with your broad?
I think that will be all, Senor Sabine.
Bingo!
And now, there is another matter.
Oh, that, yeah. I thought it had slipped your mind.
It is a pity not to see so much fine currency in circulation!
Especially where it can be useful to a cause.
And there are ways of distributing it so we can all profit.
This country is autonomous,
and one can be perfectly safe within its confines.
As long as one pleases you.
Exactly.
And there are 40 million ways of pleasing me.
I would not take too long to think it over, Morgan.
Nor would I try leaving the country, if I were you.
Hell, I like it here - everyone's so damn friendly!
Obviously, I was tailed.
And it had to be a real pro.
Folowed me to Rose's,
saw me go in, saw me leave,
then killed her.
Call Angelo, tell him to bring up some champagne or something.
Bill Captain.
If someone wanted to kill you, they had the perfect chance when you were at Rose's.
No point exposing himself when there's an easier way, like hanging this killing on me.
Angelo, bring up a magnum, please. Right away.
Well, looks like they're closing in on us, anyway.
If Art got that message, we might still keep this machine in motion.
If this damn storm doesn't louse us up.
Any news about it? Have you heard?
Let me check.
TICKING
What was that?
That was age, experience, a good heat, and a lousy booby trap.
You think someone has a grudge against me?
KNOCKING
Don't answer that! KNOCKING
Come in!
Senor, what happened?
Woodpeckers!
Rosa Lee was killed, Angelo.
Yes, I know. Ad you were accused.
What about the radiotransmitter?
Moved to a safer place, right here, under their very noses.
It is a self-contained unit.
Senor Keefer awaits your call. Angelo, you amaze me.
Many of us would amaze you, senor.
Whiskey One, Whiskey One, this is Whiskey Two. Do you read me? Over.
'Whiskey Two, I read you.' You get my merchandise?
'I blew a sonar block on the plane, so the stuff went out on the only boat available. You're damn lucky.
'Nothing is moving with this hurricane coming in.
'The guy with the stuff is doing a personal favour. Angelo should have it any time now.'
How do we cut out? 'The boat will wait till the last minute.
'Then you're on your own. Can you handle a straight bust-out?'
Hell, man, who's got a choice?
'Roger, out.' Thanks(!)
Er, senor, watch out for the...woodpeckers.
Oh, er, gimme your passport, hon. It's in the bedroom. I'll get it.
Take care of this.
Where to now? Favour to a friend.
I'll help get Lisa Gordot out of this place. If you think
I'll give my passport to that... Oh, knock it off, Kim! I want to throw Sabine off balance.
I want him as far from that castle as I can get him. It's a diversionary tactic.
And call Angelo back - tell him to bring his camera and champagne to Lisa's room right away.
Another diversionary tactic, no doubt.
You said "diversion"!
KNOCK
Answer it, it's probably Angelo. I ordered champagne.
Senorita.
That's OK, Angelo, do you have the camera?
We need a passport photo of Miss Gordot - I need an altered passport by tomorrow morning. Can do?
Can do.
Senorita, if you will stand there, please.
Very nice!
Una mas.
Bueno.
And now, Senor, if you will excuse me... Senorita.
Thank you, Angelo.
Getting out of here won't be that hard.
OK?
OK.
Set it up right over here. That looks like a good place.
Did somebody get hurt? No, we're setting up an emergency aid station.
With this storm, we're going to need it.
TOILET FLUSHES
Is it near town, this Rose Castle?
No, Senor, on the other side of the mountain, overlooking the sea.
Our friends are very punctual.
I trust everything is up to expectations.
De lo mejor, Capitan Romero.
How much can you supply and at what price?
One pound and a half.
20,000, US currency.
Your supply - it is at a safe place, Senor? Well, not against hurricanes.
Then it is better we take delivery quickly, Capitan Romero. Mmm.
Perhaps you have brought some with you?
I'm not that stupid, Captain. I have to get back to town and pick it up.
Certainly.
Senor's car is at your command.
I will instruct the guards to admit you.
Now, when can we expect delivery?
Well, I'd say some time before dawn.
Oh...
do you mind? No, go right ahead.
So this is the famous Rose Cracker Box. I just don't believe it.
Cracker box, Senor?
Yeah, level with me, Captain. How many breakouts do you have a year?
Some have tried.
The lucky ones were shot by my guards.
The others... guests of the sharks.
Oh, come on! I could kick my way out of this old dump with a pair of...
moccasins on. Not even with atomic moccasins, Senor.
Are you kidding me?
If you would care to accompany me, I'm sure I can convince you
that Rose Castle in no way resembles a cracker box.
Convince me.
Dope peddlers.
It is against the law.
That's one way of getting rid of your competition.
Captain...what's this?
This is a cistern, an ancient water supply in case of siege.
In the old days, of course.
In here are the lesser criminals - thieves, pickpockets, burglars...
Among them are newspaper men whose newspaper ridiculed Senor Ortega...
a former secretary of defence -
he publicly accused our leader of corruption.
Traitors.
Traitors, all of them.
Mata el de la camisa verde.
GUNSHOT >
In here...perhaps our most famous guest.
His name is Victor Sable.
You may recall your gullible countrymen considered him a defector.
Victor Sable.
OK, I'm convinced. No cracker box, Senor?
No cracker box. Lots of crumbs, no cracker box.
Senor Winters? ..Perdone, Senora.
I am sorry, Senor, but flight 51 at midnight is the last one out.
All passengers have already boarded.
It takes off in twenty minutes.
(Your boat cannot wait. One hour at the most.)
Not enough time. Tell them to clear out. Added problem.
Can you give me a pound and a half of baking soda? Si.
Wrap it. Put it in the back of a red Volkswagen in the parking lot.
Si. Then ask Mrs Winters to meet me in the casino bar, ready to travel.
Si. Uh...no luggage.
Bien.
Morgan, my friend!
Well, no more boats, no more planes. It looks like we're...stuck.
Hell, man, I'm never stuck.
The same, buddy.
Make that two. What's up?
Oh, I was just thinking I'm going to...cry a lot.
The boat's sailed. Barring a miracle, we've had it.
One miracle coming up - I hope. The department has a sleeper agent here.
Why the hell didn't you tell me?
I just found out myself. They're doing a snoop job on us.
If they want us to complete this mission, they better get us a plane.
What time do you need it?
About dawn if we're lucky.
Don't go away.
How I feel...they ain't got nothing in London I want.
(Watch it, pal. The word's out.)
Why me? Somebody sprung Lisa Gordot loose.
Anybody friendly with her is gonna get stretched.
OK. Thanks.
Guess I'll never get back in time to see that Los Angeles Rams game.
A pity. You're a betting woman, ma'am.
I wouldn't bet an angel could fly at dawn in this weather.
But they can make the attempt.
Got a stamp? (It's all set.)
Here's to it.
WHISTLING AND SHOUTING
Close up all exits. Search the area.
GUNSHOT
All clear. That was close.
Go straight across the field, get to the edge of the downwind runway,
wait for me there - and please stay out of sight.
Morgan, I...
If anything should happen...
I didn't ice that 40 million dollars.
Be careful. I really do care.
< Entra, por favor.
Ah!
It is good to see you, my sceptical friend. We were getting worried.
They evacuated the place where I kept the stuff.
Had a hell of a time getting in.
But you do have it.
Oh, the money. It's right here.
20,000 in US currency.
Oh, the stuff.
In the bushes behind the Volkswagen. Lieutenant, if you please.
With pleasure, sir.
Abra la puerta.
Perhaps you should wait here until the Lieutenant returns.
I'm curious. Why did you give me this?
Do you enjoy taking money off a dead man's body?
Drop it, Lieutenant.
Nothing but baking soda.
Turn around.
Turn around!
Please, Senor... Shut up.
Who's got the keys to Victor Sable's cell?
You play along with me
and I'll leave you with nothing more than a bump on the head.
You'll be a bloody hero.
Si, Senor.
PRISONERS LAUGH
You're on your own. The arsenal's wide open but keep it quiet.
Estan en libertad, el arsenal esta abierto - pero en silencio. Vamos.
Vamos.
All right, out. What's going on here? Who are you?
Don't worry. This gentleman is taking you out of here. Move.
Look out behind!
You'll do, old buddy.
It's daylight, senor. You must hurry.
Oh...I understand.
If you don't mind, perhaps... with the scar here?
The ladies, you know.
Don't weaken, pal. You're doing great.
I got it right down to the floor!
He's getting awful close!
That's a hell of an idea you have there, pal.
Morgan!
I've been waiting for you.
Get in the plane.
Dekker. Yeah.
I thought I lost you back at the river. Oh, Morgan, you've slipped.
You missed four cracks at me, buddy.
You're playing for high stakes. That's right. 40 million, Morgan, and it's all mine!
I used all the techniques you taught me.
I nearly laughed my head off when I found out you got rapped for the job.
Why? You didn't get your face blown off by a lousy mine.
You know what happened when a broad looked at my face? I saw one vomit.
I got me a new face and I made your stinking government pay me for it.
Too bad you won't get a chance to spend that loot. Oh, but I will.
I got it hidden where your namesake Captain Henry Morgan hid his pile
and I'm the only one who knows how to get to it. You're a crazy man.
You're crazy. Shut up...!
You'll want this, Miss Stacy - sorry, Mrs Morgan. He's mine now.
What's that?
It's a receipt for your body.
You're no longer my responsibility.
I'm going to tell them what Dekker said. They'll have to release you.
You don't know your own people. They've got to.
Uh-uh. They won't believe you.
To them, you're just a housewife trying to protect her husband.
If Sal Dekker had only told us
where he planted that money. Morgan, he did!
They didn't find that Morgan's money either.
It could have been great. What?
If I could have turned in that 40 million.
What would you have done about it?
I wouldn't have to do anything. We're already married.
You mean I wouldn't have to rape you?
I love you, Morgan.
I love you.
You know, it might take a while. You'd have to wait. I can wait.
Yeah.
I think it would be great.
The best.
Hey...
This thing's starting to bug me. Can I go take care of it?
He can help me. All right.
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