(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
(DOOR OPENS)
(MUFFLED GUNSHOT)
(INDISTINCT PRAYER ON LOUDSPEAKER)
(INAUDIBLE)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(ALL PANTING)
(BOTH SPEAKING ARABIC)
(EXCLAIMS)
(BRAKES SQUEAL)
(PEOPLE CLAMOURING)
(SOLDIERS SHOUTING IN HEBREW)
(SHOUTING CONTINUES)
(AUTOMATIC GU N FIRE)
(SPITS)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING AND PROTESTING)
(ENGINE STARTS)
(SIREN WAILING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
VICTOR: Mmm-hmm.
VICTOR: Oui, oui.
Hmm.
(CHUCKLES)
- Bonjour, Monsieur Manzon.
Oui.
(LAUGHING)
(VICTOR READING OUT)
(YELLING)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(AGREEING)
Alk“).
(CAR DOOR OPENS)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
- (GUNSHOT) - (CLASS SHATTERING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(VICTOR BECKONING QUIETLY)
Monsieur Manzon.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Pull up easy.
MAN ON RADIO: The temperature in Newark is 54 degrees.
In Morristown it's 57.
And in Asbury Park...
MAN: Hey, Phil, how are you?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES)
(ENGINE IDLING)
(ORGAN PLAYING)
PRIEST 1: St Dominic's, $2,712.
St Michael's, $983.
Bill, what do you have on St Bartholomew?
- 58. - 5,800?
- George, what about Loyola? - (DOOR BANGS OPEN)
All right, all you humps, up against the wall.
- What? What is this? - Move!
PRIEST 1: What is this? What's going on?
My dear friends, you have come together in this church.
The Lord may seal and strengthen your love in the presence
of the church's minister and this community.
Christ abundantly blesses you with love.
MAN: Oh, my God.
DONNELLY: Get the money.
PRIEST 1: What are you doing here?
You know whose parish this is?
Up you and the horse you rode in on.
May daily problems never cause you anxiety,
nor desire for earthly possessions dominate your lives.
May you find happiness and satisfaction in your work...
MURRAY: That's it, now, just... Just kiss that pipe, boys.
(GUNSHOT) PRIEST 1: Oh, my God! No!
- (HOWLING IN PAIN) - Shut up, you zip.
PRIEST: You have declared your consent before the church.
May the Lord, in his goodness,
strengthen your consent and fill you with his blessings.
What God has joined, man must not divide.
- (FATHER RICCI GROANING) - DONNELLY: Leave the change alone.
- PRIEST 1: George, don't try to move. - Beautiful.
May Almighty God bless you, the Father, Son and the Holy Spirit.
(FATHER RICCI CONTINUES GROANING)
MAN: Jesus Christ, his only son. Conceived by the Holy Spirit...
Call my brother. We've been hit.
(LAUGHING)
Son of a bitch.
BOYLE: ♪ In the days I went a-courtin' I was never tired resortin'
♪ To the alehouse out of the playhouse
♪ And many's the house besides
♪ As sure as my name is Barney I'll be off to Californy
♪ Instead of digging praties I'll be digging lumps of gold ♪
Don't get us glommed over here, huh?
No way.
We've already got a driver in the car.
Keep it up.
Don't press me, pal.
BOYLE: Couldn't you have stopped him without doing that?
Shut your mouth before you get it.
What do you mean?
Just what I'm telling you, hard-on.
If you shoot a priest for $67,000, how much is my life worth?
A zero. You're a piece of shit.
- You bastard. - What the fuck are you doing?
- (LORRY HORN HONKING) - (SCREAMING)
MAN: He's gone.
He's gone.
(SIRENS WAILING)
Don't move him. You just better leave him till the cops get here.
Hey, Mickey! Over here!
What's the latest on your brother, Mr Ricci?
- He's gonna be all right. - Ah, that's fine. Thank God.
One of those pigs walked away from that accident.
The guy's name is Jackie Scanlon.
He's a punk from Queens, with the Donnelly mob.
A real piece of shit.
Mr Ricci, everybody wants to help you out on this.
The guy can't make a move.
Can't go nowheres.
He could be on his way to the moon by now.
We'll get you the best.
But it's gonna have to come from the outside.
And it's gonna cost.
He robbed my church.
Shot my brother.
I don't care where he is or what it costs.
I want his ass.
- You've got a problem. - Tell me about it.
- You're on the hit parade. - What?
That priest you whacked. He was Carlo Ricci's brother.
Forget the heat. Ricci himself is out looking for you.
You know I never carry a pistol.
Would you like to tell him that in person?
- Got any money? - 2,000.
- How about a passport? - What for?
The 2,000. That's your passport.
You mean out of the country?
Uh-huh.
Where?
All I can say, it's a good place to stay low.
Why?
It's the sort of place nobody wants to go looking.
- It's covered, okay? - Yeah, it's okay, where am I going?
Get a train down to Baltimore.
Go to Pier 47 and at customs ask for Nat Glick.
And don't mention my name.
'Cause as of right now, I don't know you,
and I don't wanna know you.
I owed you a favour. This is it.
You gonna tell me where I'm going?
I swear to Christ, I don't know.
- (THUNDER RUMBLING) - (ROOSTER CROWING)
(SCAN LON BREATHING HEAVILY)
(YELLS)
(MAN COUGHING)
- (MUSIC PLAYING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(FLY BUZZING)
(WHISTLES)
(SHOUTING IN SPANISH)
(MEN SHOUTING)
(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
(YELLING IN PAIN)
Julio Ramirez.
Serrano.
Marquez.
(AEROPLANE WHOOSHING OVERHEAD)
(SPITS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
- I'm in transit. - Que'?
Trans/to, me. I'm going to Managua.
Ah, Managua. Si.
Trénsito.
- Can I get something to drink? - Pasaporte.
In the plane, with my baggage.
I'm very thirsty.
(SPEAKS SPANISH)
(GRUNTS)
MAN: Forget it, pal.
You stop eating and a year's pay might get you a seat to the next rat hole.
Come on.
(GRUNTS)
(MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR RADIO)
I have three rooms. One of them is taken.
Agrippa!
(SPEAKS SPANISH)
NILO: I'll take it.
- For how long? - Let's say a week.
- (SPEAKS SPANISH) - (MAN REPLIES IN SPANISH)
How much does it cost from here to Argentina?
An airline ticket costs 470 pesos.
Passports, maybe another 1,000.
I have less than 100.
Everything I could save in a year.
My house, maybe cost 600.
If I could sell it.
Comprende Inglés?
Yes, I speak some.
- You wanna travel away? - Yes.
I can fix for you la capital.
I want to go out of this country.
Out of this country? Dificil.
Very difficult.
Impossible?
No, es posible.
Costoso. Comprende?
Cost much.
Comprendo.
I can fix for you to go out from the country.
This reloj plus 1,000 pesos.
I have only the watch.
VICTOR: Ein Whisky.
Danke schon.
SCAN LON: Put it on my account.
Thank you.
- You're in the workers' hotel? - Yeah.
- I like the southern exposure. - Yes.
I thought about it myself.
Hmm.
I understand you used to be in banking.
That's the rumour.
Mmm-hmm.
I had no idea I was the subject of rumours.
Carlos here used to be an ex-Reichsmarschall.
Right, Carlos?
What is your profession, Mr...
- Dominguez. - Dominguez.
Ice hockey.
Read about this place in a travel brochure?
I heard it had a healthy climate.
Not what you expected.
It was exactly what I expected.
(CURTAINS RATTLING)
Juan Dominguez?
Aren't you the labourer Juan Dominguez?
(SPEAKS SPANISH)
SCANLON: No comprende.
No.
COP 1: You don't understand, huh?
Let's see your identity card.
Como?
The identity card you keep here.
Juan Dominguez,
born November 1939 in Las Columnas.
In this country.
That is you?
You don't look to me like you were born in Las Columnas.
Porque?
Because you don't even speak Spanish.
And because you are a filthy, gringo asshole.
(COP 2 SPEAKS SPANISH)
This is false.
It is a violation of the immigration laws.
Hey!
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
You have more?
That's it.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Okay, next time you pay.
You make three,
we take one.
Understand?
Comprendo.
Okay.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
I need my card.
(SPEAKS SPANISH)
I can't make shit without my card. I need...
Tarjeta...
(SPEAKS SPANISH)
Adios, Senor Dominguez.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(MACHINERY WHIRRING AND RATTLING)
I think it should produce twice as much as this last one that we just come out of.
When can you get this one finished off?
Well, we've got our fleet trucks,
and perforating trucks have already been ordered. Should be here...
(ALL YELLING)
LARTIGUE: Very professional.
Well, get it to the capital, maybe we'll get some results.
The government's been told it's an accident.
What?
Charles, in this country terrorists who blow up American oil wells are heroes.
We're paying that government to give us protection.
El Presidente cannot risk his liberal image
by sending his troops to chase patriots.
Shit.
This is a telex from home responding to my report.
The first part just concerns regret, loss of life, etcetera, etcetera,
injuries and so on, and apparently we have no insurance position
because of the sabotage thing.
Anyway, this is the part that concerns you.
"Limitations on production in recent months
"due to acts of terrorism and political uncertainties.
"Emphasise attention, immediate supply obligations
"with minimum concern R and D."
- What the hell is R and D? - Research and development.
"Please advise course of action soonest."
And it's signed, Webber.
- Is that it? - Yes.
(SIGHS)
What are the immediate supply obligations?
One tanker. 160,000 barrels by the end of next month.
We need that well to fill it.
They'll have to delay it.
Can't.
The charter's running.
If we have to take a loss that big, we might as well shut down now,
save expenses.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER AND YELLING)
(PEOPLE CLAMOURING)
(GUNSHOTS)
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
(CLAMOUR FADES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(WOMEN CRYING)
(CLAMOUR AND PROTESTING RESUMES)
(GUNSHOT)
(GUNSHOTS)
(RIOTING AND SCREAMING)
(WOMAN WAILING)
(WOMEN SOBBING)
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
I've seen worse.
Let's clear away all that junk and blow her out.
(ASKS FOR MACHETE IN SPANISH)
This stuff is too dry to fart.
(SMALL EXPLOSIONS)
(CRITTERS SCURRYING)
That stuff has been sitting the better part of a year. It's worthless.
What do you mean?
When it sits for a long time without being turned,
that liquid nitro seeps out of the sticks and into the bag.
If you give those cases any kind of a bump, it'll blow.
It's risky moving one of those cases 10 feet.
That fire's over 200 miles away.
If it were up there, could you use it?
I suppose we could boom-load a little bit at a time, yes.
- How the hell are you gonna get it up? - It's not your problem.
We'll get it up there.
Well, what do you think?
Major problem is the vibration.
This thing is like a damned eggbeater.
No matter how we shock-mount something,
it will still have a severe lateral vibration.
I thought maybe you could swing-load it on a pallet.
About 20 feet down, there'd be no vibration,
but the problem's the turbulence.
We might move it half a mile that way, but not 200.
I've never had a flight around here without some turbulence in it.
What are you saying, Billy?
Not with a chopper. There's no way.
I'll double the amount if you can think of a way.
It's not the money, Mr Corlette.
Nobody's going to get into a chopper with that shit.
You need a suicide jockey.
(MAN COUGHING)
CORLETTE: (ON LOUDSPEAKER) We now need experienced truck drivers.
Men who are willing to do a dangerous job.
This job must be done before we can reopen our gates
and bring back full employment to you people.
The men who qualify,
they will receive exceptional wages.
Only experienced truck drivers willing to risk their life can do it.
No one else should apply.
The company will pay 8,000 pesos to each driver.
(PEOPLE CLAMOURING)
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Four men with enough guts
can save Poza Rica and your village.
- Stop at the bottom of the hill. - I need to know the machine.
Pull over.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(GEARS GRINDING)
(CHILDREN SCREAMING)
You crazy bastard!
(GEAR STICK CLATTERING)
Teamster?
Greyhound.
(ENGINE IDLING)
Vamos.
(MEN YELLING)
Serrano.
Dominguez.
Marquez.
Martinez.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(JACK RATTLING)
(GRUNTS)
(ENGINE IDLING)
We're carrying three cases each.
One is enough to blow your fire. Six cases will blow out the whole field.
That means you don't think all the trucks will make it.
One of us is a backup.
We want double and legal residence
or we don't drive.
You leave in four hours.
(DOG BARKING)
Only one machete?
How many would you like?
SCANLON: We might have to put half the jungle
underneath our wheels to get through the mud.
(CORLETTE AND DRIVER SPEAKING SPANISH)
CORLETTE: There should be two.
SCANLON: (MUTTERING) Tape, wire, plugs, channel locks, rags.
Where's the rest of this cable?
CORLETTE: It's over there in the corner.
Where the hell is the German?
- (SPEAKS SPANISH) - (HORN HONKS)
(SPEAKS SPANISH)
She's got something for you.
What is it?
- (CORLETTE SPEAKING SPANISH) - (HORN HONKS)
Marquez!
(FLY BUZZING)
Murderer!
Zionist! I'll kill you!
(SHOUTING)
SCAN LON: What happened? What happened?
KASSEM: This Jew dog cut his throat!
(SPEAKS SPANISH)
No police.
Hold it! You just lost a driver. We need another one.
When the money's up, I'm as good as any of you.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(COUGHING)
Where are you from?
Listen, Pancho, I've been clocking you every second
since you got into this town.
You're gonna pick your nose in this truck,
you better clear it with me first.
If you don't, I'm taking you and this nitro right into a ditch.
(ENGINE STARTS)
They've had 15 minutes.
Yes.
One moment.
I have a letter.
I wonder if you would post it for me.
Paris.
That could take a month.
Yes. Just keep it for me.
I'll take care of it.
(ENGINE REVVING LOUDLY)
(HORN HONKING)
- (HONKING) - Get out of there!
(SCANLON SHOUTS IN SPANISH)
(SHOUTS IN SPANISH)
- Whoo! (LAUGHING) - (HORN HONKING)
Get the hell out of there!
(EXCLAIMS)
(LAUGHING)
I guide you.
You drive, and I guide you. Okay?
Get in the truck.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(BRIDGE CREAKING OMINOUSLY)
(BRAKES SQUEAL)
(CLATTERING)
- Come on! - No!
Come on!
Okay.
(ENGINE REVVING)
(BRAKES SQUEAL)
Is this the road to Poza Rica, sf?
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Esta loco.
(HORN HONKING)
(THUNDERCLAP)
That's the wrong road.
I think this road's better for us, because it's higher.
We take this one.
No, you don't understand. This... This road is too low,
it goes through the swamp.
There's too much mud.
Can't you read a map? We have no information on that road.
You're full of shit! You take that road.
We follow the map.
(BRANCHES BREAKING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
It's the wrong road.
This is the wrong road!
(CREAKING)
Where the hell are you going?
We are going to cross that bridge
and you're going to guide me.
Because I can't do it alone.
(WIND HOWLING)
(CREAKING)
They've had it.
We're sitting on double shares!
20,000. 20,000 apiece!
No way they're going to make that bridge,
I'll tell you that.
That's 20,000 apiece.
We're sitting on 20,000.
Double shares.
(BRIDGE CREAKING)
Come on!
Hold on!
Stop! Stop!
Come on.
Stop, stop, stop!
Stay close.
Kassem!
Where are you?
Stop!
I don't see you.
Stop!
No!
Stop!
Stop! Stop!
No!
Are you all right?
(VICTOR AND KASSEM YELLING)
VICTOR: The winch!
Get the winch!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(YELLS)
(YELLING)
KASSEM: Come on!
Come on!
(ENGINE REVVING)
(ROPE CREAKING)
Come!
Come! Come!
Come!
Come! Come! Come on!
Come! Come!
Come!
Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!
(BRIDGE SPLASHES INTO WATER)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(LAUGHING)
(NILO SOBBING)
(YELLS)
(INSECTS BUZZING)
You're crazy.
It's eight trees.
(LAUGHING)
No way.
Start chopping-
Make your move.
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
(LAUGHING)
(GUNSHOT)
(NILO LAUGHING)
Caoba.
Excellent wood.
SCAN LON: We're gonna go around it.
If we can hack out eight trees.
If you cut them down, how do you move them?
A winch.
How you gonna clear the stumps?
How you gonna drive through a swamp?
- SCANLON: We're going to go through it. - (HOLLOW KNOCKING)
VICTOR: Impossible.
Impossible?
(GRUNTING)
I think I can clear it.
(GRUNTING)
Too small.
Show me your pockets.
Perfect.
(LORRY DOOR CREAKS OPEN)
(BIRD CALLING)
(ENGINE STARTS)
(PANTING)
(GROANING IN PAIN)
(KASSEM GRUNTING)
(BIRD CALLING)
KASSEM: Are you from Paris?
VICTOR: I lived there, yes.
KASSEM: Where?
Seiziéme Arrondissement. Do you know Paris?
I was there for two days.
(SCOFFS)
Very expensive.
(CHUCKLES)
So they say.
KASSEM: Your family is there?
My wife. Just my wife.
No children?
No children.
I met my wife
when I first came to Paris from Bretagne.
The day she gave me this
was the last day I saw her.
It's five minutes before 9:00 in Paris.
(TYRE BURSTS)
(WHISPERS) Dominguez.
(MEDINA SPEAKS SPANISH)
Get down.
Get down, on the ground.
(MEDINA SPEAKS SPANISH)
- (GUERRILLA ORDERS m SPANISH) - (NILO COUGHS)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(MEDINA SPEAKING SPANISH)
MEDINA: What do you have in the truck?
SCANLON: Supplies.
For what, supplies?
Vienna sausage,
Wonder Bread,
Northern Tissue.
Kleenex.
Nothing else?
(SPEAKS SPANISH)
Okay, so you got just what we need.
You don't have to be afraid from us.
(SPEAKS SPANISH)
(NILO COUGHING)
(SHOUTS IN SPANISH)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(LAUGHING)
Listen, amigo. Just come out. We just need this truck.
- We need food, you know? - (COUGHING)
And toilet paper.
(SPEAKS SPANISH)
(NILO COUGHING)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
- (GUNSHOT) - (NILO YELLS)
(GUNSHOT)
(TERU YELLING)
(NILO GROANS)
(GROANING)
(SCREAMING IN PAIN)
SCAN LON: What are you going to do with all that money, you hump?
Talk to me. What are you gonna do?
(LAUGHING)
Get laid.
(LAUGHING)
Best whore in Managua.
Two whores.
Two best whores in Managua.
You do it, kid.
Do it for me.
- With you, Pancho. - You do it for me.
- Okay? - I'll do it.
- What do you mean you don't know? - (LAUGHING)
Get a train down to Baltimore. Go to Pier 47.
Where am I going?
(LORRY HORN HONKING)
(SCREAMING)
(CRASHING)
(LORRY RATTLING)
Where am I going? Where am I going?
What do you mean, you don't know?
(WATCH TICKING)
(THUNDERCLAP)
(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
- (ENGINE IDLING) - (LAUGHTER)
(STRAINING)
(ENGINE SHUTS OFF)
- (LAUGHTER) {IGNITION FAILING)
(ECHOING VOICES TALK OVER)
(VOICES STOP)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
(CHILDREN SHOUTING)
- (MUSIC PLAYING) - (MEN LAUGHING)
- It's good. - No good to me.
What do I do with this, take it into a bank,
flash an ID and give them a thumbprint?
Our deal was cash.
Our head office is sending a man by the name of Gus Lefferts
to meet you at the plane.
He'll take you to our bank. You'll have that cash before suppertime.
You might ask Lefferts when you see him what's available at the capital.
I told him you were a first-rate driver.
Not any more.
If you find anything that's good, send me a postcard. Maybe I'll join you.
You mean you'd give all this up?
In six months' time, who knows? I might have no choice.
Carlos...
(ORDERS DRINKS IN SPANISH)
You know, there, uh, there's one place down here
that might be kind of nice for a guy in your situation.
You ever think of going to Managua?
Managua?
Shit, there's no way I can go to Managua.
Too bad. It's a nice place.
No.
Managua's no good for me.
Carlos... (ORDERS DRINK IN GERMAN)
(VIOLIN MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh, by the way, when you get into Benau, would you mail that for me?
Can I have a couple of minutes?
For you, they'll hold the plane.
(SAXOPHONE PLAYS OVER VIOLIN)
May I have this dance?
(PIANO PLAYS)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(GUN FIRES)
(LORRY ENGINE RUNNING)
(ENGINE IDLING)
(ENGINE STOPS)