Good morning, Mr. Phelps.
As you know, for the past 20 years, the United Nations has worked
throughout the Near East to abolish slave markets.
These efforts have been successful, except in Elkabar,
a small country on the Persian Gulf whose ruler,
Ibn Borca, an absolute monarch, continues to auction
thousands of human beings into slavery each year.
Borca 's principal source of slaves is this man, Karl de Groot.
His raids into nearby nations to abduct free men and women into slavery
could aggravate the tense situation in the Near East.
Your mission, Jim, should you decide to accept it,
is to stop this traffic in slaves
and rid Elkabar of de Groot and Borca.
As always, should you or any of your IM Force be caught or killed,
the secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions.
This recording will self-destruct in five seconds.
Good luck, Jim.
You wanted to see me?
You de Groot?
- What's on your mind? - Business.
So?
So she's for sale.
I hope that lnterpol is now satisfied, inspector.
I can assure Your Majesty my report will state the facts
exactly as we have found them.
Well, brother, I assume that you and your charming British wife
are now convinced that there is no slavery here.
Of course.
And I trust this will finally put an end to the movement
to have you replace me on the throne.
Let me assure you, I do not seek power.
Willy, be sure to splinter the leg in the cot to match this.
- How's it coming? - Almost finished.
Three thousand pounds.
Come on, the deal was for 5.
Three thousand was all he would pay.
Take it or leave it.
On delivery.
I'll have her here in the morning. You just be sure you've got the money.
Now, keep him out of my way. If I see him again, I'll kill him.
Darling, what is it?
Help us! Come quickly. Help! Help!
Now, cut it out. Cut it.
Hey. Pretty, very pretty.
- She'll bring a good price. - Who are you? Where am l?
A very good price.
That's pretty good. I can match it.
What do you think?
Pretty.
Please help me. Help me.
Please!
- Jim? - Please, no.
I know, I know.
Make it as easy on her as you can, will you, Barney?
You don't know what you're doing.
Please!
Not bad.
Not bad at all.
What do you think, Jara?
I prefer them a little meatier, but I'm the exception.
She'll bring a good price on the block.
I'll take my money now, de Groot.
Look me up any time you have merchandise like this
for sale again, Mr. Rogers.
There's only a thousand pounds here.
Our deal was for 3.
Your deal was with de Groot.
I suggest you talk to him.
Yeah, I'll do that.
For what you cost me, you're quite a bargain.
You'd better get used to being touched.
You just learn to relax. It won't be so bad for you.
As long as you keep that pretty face.
Someone is following us.
We'll be there before he catches us.
You just signed his death warrant.
Drop the rifle.
Who are you? What do you want?
Just face the car and don't move.
What is this, Rogers? What are you trying to pull?
- Take him. - lnto the car.
You won't get away with this.
Your food.
I beg you. You must help me. I'm the wife of Prince Fasar.
Does Her Highness wish to eat or not?
I'm telling you the truth. I swear it.
My husband will give you anything that you ask
if you simply help me out of here.
Please help me.
Please.
There is a man here from the police to see you.
Send him in.
Yes?
We took this from a peddler 30 minutes ago, sir.
Very good, sergeant.
- Do you have this man in custody? - Yes, sir.
- I'll be along directly. - Thank you, sir.
Thank you.
Your Highness, does this ring look familiar to you?
It is Amara's wedding ring.
Where did you get it?
It was taken from a peddler
who was observed trying to sell it by one of your local police officers.
- Do you have this man? - Yes, I am going to question him now.
- I am coming with you. - No.
No, it would be wrong, at this stage,
for it to be known that you are connected with us in any way.
What are they doing to her?
It won't be too much longer now.
This could be the break we need.
Easy, Jara.
I see you caught up with de Groot.
I caught him. He's dead.
Sit down, honey.
Oh, I don't think you've met my wife.
You're a very clever man, Mr. Rogers.
That's right. Now I'm taking over the business.
Are you in or out?
It will not be that easy. You're in trouble.
What trouble? Nothing changes
except that you'll make more money than you did with de Groot.
You don't understand.
This lady, your wife, was bought and paid for by Borca.
When you tricked de Groot, you also tricked Borca.
He will not stand for this.
If you do not deliver what he thinks is his,
he will have you hunted down and shot.
Who says I'm not gonna deliver?
Wait a minute, what are you saying?
I don't understand.
Listen, with me, a deal is a deal. Borca bought her, he gets her.
You wouldn't, you can't.
I can and I will.
This is a deal that I've been waiting for for a long time. It's big.
It's bigger than both of us.
You are a remarkable man, Mr. Rogers.
I don't think so, Jara.
Don't turn around.
You're one man I'm going to enjoy shooting in the back.
You made one mistake.
You forgot about me.
If he shoots me, who's gonna get your slaves for you?
I believe Musha can handle that.
That punk, do you think he could ever replace de Groot or me?
You may be right, Mr. Rogers.
But what can I do?
If he shoots you...
...he shoots you.
Thanks, partner.
- You're quite a gambler. - Not really.
What would you have done had I not accepted your offer?
You'd both be dead by now.
I'm glad I didn't have to shoot you.
Now I know I've got a partner I can trust.
Now, get to Borca. Tell him I've got the girl.
- No. - Shut up.
Tell him I'm taking over and I wanna see him.
Well, how do I look?
Like you'd sell your own grandmother.
It's perfect. Let's go, Rollin.
I'm not looking forward to this.
Thank God.
I thought no one believed me.
Very good. She'll fetch a high price.
Your Majesty.
I am Amara, your brother's wife.
Look at me.
I know you, Amara.
You are the woman who continually tried
to set my brother against me.
You have refused to understand that, here,
slavery is a part of our way of life.
But you will soon understand.
Make her ready for the auction block.
You wouldn't dare.
No one would buy me.
Someone would recognise me.
Perhaps,
if you were left the way you are.
But there will be a few simple changes.
Give her something to calm her down.
No. No!
Well, that should do it.
Are you two all set?
Let the pilgrimage begin.
Cinnamon?
- Distilled water? - Right.
And this is the antidote to the one I gave Amara?
Right.
See you.
Remember, Mr. Rogers, do not sit unless he does,
address him as "Your Majesty,"
and do not speak unless he addresses you.
You gotta be kidding.
No, I'm not. He's a monarch, an absolute ruler.
He's a slave trader like us and nothing else. Now, come on.
I do not believe it. I simply do not believe it.
You must be in error.
There can be no doubt, Your Highness.
Your wife has been taken to the slave market in the Holy City,
where she will be sold on the block.
You talk of a slave block, what slave block?
What market? We were there.
Three of us searched it from end to end.
We found nothing, not a sign of slavery.
Your Highness, the slave cells are hidden beneath the palace.
Akim, is this true? Can it be true?
Regrettably, it is, Fasar.
Where do these slaves come from? Who are they? How many are there?
There are thousands.
Penniless pilgrims who are trying to get to the Holy City.
Men and women who are lured from their homes
by the false promise of work.
Children who are stolen from their parents.
And add to that
the hundreds who are born in slavery and who will die in it.
Who never know any other life.
It is almost more than the mind can accept.
Human beings are bought and sold and held like animals.
Why don't they fight?
If they do not obey, they may lose a hand or an ear.
Should a slave try to escape, he is hanged.
There is no trial and there is no hope.
There is only the law of lbn Borca.
If she is there, I will find her.
And if I do,
I will kill whoever took her from this house.
It is futile, Your Highness. It is futile.
Your brother has concealed his activities for years.
You will find nothing.
And if he learns of your presence,
I believe your wife will die.
You're an interesting man, Mr. Rogers.
Your wife is everything I was led to expect.
I'm almost tempted to keep her for myself.
Oh, that's not part of the deal, Your Majesty.
Unless, of course, you'd like to bid on her.
Mr. Rogers, I like a man who is frankly interested in money.
I also like a man who knows his place.
She will bring a fine price.
But she seems to be barely alive.
She must be more animated on the block.
I gave her something to quiet her down.
It'll wear off in a while.
Good.
Kadi!
- Yes, Your Majesty. - Put her in the pens.
How much do you think she'll bring?
Why do you ask?
Because I expect 50 percent.
My deal with de Groot was for 25 percent.
Well, I'm not de Groot.
Mr. Rogers, never forget what I am about to tell you.
No one...
No one leaves this city alive unless it is with my authority.
All right, I'll remember.
But let me remind you of something.
This city of yours survives on slaves.
You need them and I can get them.
Now, have we got a deal or not?
Jara,
I think we can work with Mr. Rogers.
- Do you agree? - Most assuredly, Your Majesty.
Stop!
Turn around.
You cannot enter the Holy City.
I told you to turn back.
The sick cannot enter.
Oh, he's not sick. He's a cripple.
See, look.
All right, move on.
- How long do we have? - Until he puts her on the block.
That will be soon.
They have all come, Your Majesty.
Gilani, Arafa, Kadar, Hejez, some whom even I don't know.
She'll bring more than we expected.
Not from this group.
They're here to buy work slaves, not women.
But one has just arrived who is sure to buy her.
Kal Ar Boreen?
Now, the two of you, you may go.
And don't waste your time. Get me some more slaves.
Yes, Your Majesty. We will, we will.
I said you could go.
Yeah, well, I sort of thought I'd stick around
just to see how much she brings.
No objections, partner?
His Majesty has dismissed us.
It's all right, Jara.
After all, he has a special interest in this particular sale.
- That's right. - Yes, Your Majesty.
Your Majesty, the woman is being difficult.
I'll quiet her down.
I want no marks on her.
How do you think I got her here in the first place?
There's something wrong with the rear wheel.
Let's take it into your shop where we can have a better look at it.
Let me out of here!
Please.
Oh, thank heaven.
Darling, I knew you couldn't go through with it.
There, baby, you've got to be quiet.
Oh, yes, I'll be quiet, just please take me home.
Sure.
- Just over here. - No! No!
Get her on the cot.
But she must be awake when they put her on the block.
She will be.
Groggy but awake.
And now...
...a 19-year-old Senegalese male, suitable for farm work
or the mines.
And here,
a 16-year-old Beni Amr, five months with child.
Perfect for the kitchen or household work.
And now, my friends, something very special.
A young English woman
in perfect health and so spirited, it has been necessary
to give her something to calm her down.
Open it. I want to see her.
Ten thousand pounds.
Now, surely she is worth twice that.
Fifteen thousand.
Patience, my friend, this is hardly the place.
Twenty-five thousand pounds. There are no other bidders.
I want her.
Very well.
For £25,000, she is yours.
Borca, she has to go on the block. You can't sell her like this.
I just have, Mr. Rogers.
I just have.
I say she goes on the block.
What is this?
I just happen to be a partner of His Majesty's in this little venture,
and I want this slave sold on the block
to make certain she brings the highest possible price.
Who knows who's out there?
Once the bidding gets going, she may bring twice what he's offered.
He is right.
It would not be fair to the other bidders not to allow them a chance.
The slave market is in that building, Your Highness.
- They are the cars of the buyers. - Some of them I recognise.
They belong to lifelong friends.
My brother would not try to sell Amara to them.
You can be sure that he will change her just enough
so that she will not be recognised.
They are all to be fed before they go on the block.
Six hundred, £600.
Will I hear 650?
Six-fifty, seven?
Seven? Seven hundred. Seven hundred pounds.
Will I hear £800 for this healthy family?
Good for many years of hard work
and certain to provide the new master with more slaves.
Eight hundred. Will I hear 900?
Eight-fifty, 850 is the bid.
Nine, 900. Will I hear 950?
Look at that back.
There's £1,500 of field work in him alone
and all you offer me is £900. Nine-fifty is the bid.
Will I hear a thousand?
One thousand pounds.
Twenty-two hundred pounds, £2,200?
Twenty-two hundred pounds.
Sold.
What about the English woman, Your Majesty?
Soon, Hejez, soon.
Now. She is what we came for.
Everybody is waiting for her.
That's why the bidding is so light on the others.
All right, all right. It shall be as you wish.
My friends,
my next offering is unique. A young woman.
Fair and beautiful, educated and cultured.
This is no house servant, but a wife to prince or sheikh.
Wait a minute. Hold her.
Come on, come on.
There is a starting bid of £25,000
from His Excellency, Kal Ar Boreen.
The opening bid is £25,000.
- Will I hear 20...? - It is not her. Amara's hair is dark.
- Look again. Be sure. - Will I hear £26,000?
Twenty-six thousand.
Twenty-seven thousand.
Will I hear 27,000?
- It is Amara. - Twenty-eight thousand?
Her hair is different but it is her.
- Twenty-eight thousand, 28. - That swine!
No, no. Buy her.
Will I hear 30?
- Thirty thousand. - Thirty thousand.
Will I hear 35?
Fifty thousand pounds.
Fasar?
You would sell your own brother's wife?
- It's not possible. - That is what I said too.
You are not the same woman.
Do you deny coming to my cell
and boasting about how much money you could get for me?
Do you deny having me drugged?
Having my hair changed?
Fasar, he knew.
It's a lie.
It's lies!
This market is closed.
Slavery is abolished in Elkabar.
I would gladly go through the whole thing again
for the same result.
There just was no other way.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye.