(SPEAKING GERMAN)
Cowboy Leader,
this is Cowboy Three.
We've lost two engines.
Sir, engine three's done for.
Will, do you copy?
Come in, Will, do you copy?
Will!
(METAL CLANGS)
Will, do you read me?
Engines are burning!
Will, get everyone
in the radio room.
WILL: Engines are burning!
We gotta bail!
I'm staying with the plane.
I'm riding this thing in.
Brace for impact.
SOLDIER: Come on,
on your feet!
Hold her steady.
A thousand feet!
(PANTS)
Nine hundred feet!
Impact positions!
Brace for impact!
(SCREAMING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
sh*t!
sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!
God damn it to f*cking sh*t!
Where the hell are we?
Nowhere good.
Briefing said the Krauts don't
have men this far into France.
We might be good.
(LIGHTER CLANGS)
Well, they sure
as sh*t had flak.
Where's Will?
Will!
Will.
Come on, pal.
Let's go.
Captain needs you.
We didn't hit our target.
We caught flak...
I know,
I was a little distracted,
but what I'm saying is...
Where's Pete?
He's dead.
(EXHALES)
So is Bosch and Littleton.
Oh, God.
Uh, sir, where the f*ck
are we?
Well, we took flak
near the Rhine.
Started our descent...
south by southwest.
So, this is probably...
Bow-vee-ay.
Bouvier.
Forty miles
from f*cking Germany.
Uh, sir,
the front line's
pretty close,
isn't it?
So, if we cut west,
we'll probably hit friendlies.
Wouldn't that
be some sh*t?
Will...
You speak French?
Yes.
Can you sh**t?
Yeah.
Kelly, go grab a r*fle
and a flare p*stol.
Hey,
I want you to get
in that house.
If anybody's in there,
they speak French,
they're on our side.
I want you to get
in the attic.
If you see
any Germans coming,
you sh**t a flare real low
so they don't see it, okay?
You understand?
So, what do we do?
All right. I want you to start
tearing this plane apart.
Anything you can carry,
all right? We're jogging
outta here.
Get in the f*cking attic.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(SIGHS)
Let's go! Everything you can
get off the son of a b*tch.
Let's go.
You find us a route?
I mean, hell,
didn't Patton just take
Saint-Dizier
a few days ago?
That's only 120 miles
back that way.
Our line's gotta be close.
We'll make it work.
Yeah.
Let's go.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(FLARE BOOMS)
Hey, we got a flare.
(PANTS)
Krauts!
Guys, they got
some kind of tank.
Waist g*ns.
Yeah, make it look like
we're abandoned.
That's our
only shot, okay?
Um, get on the g*ns.
Stay low.
Wait for my signal
to sh**t, okay?
Go! Go!
(TANK WHIRS)
(NAZIS CHATTER)
(b*ll*ts CLATTER)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(WHIRS)
BACH: Hello in there.
My name is Colonel Martin Bach
of the German
Protection Squad.
Better known to you
probably as the SS.
You will be offering
your surrender to me.
How many of you
are in there?
Your electrical systems
have failed.
None of your g*ns
can operate,
only your right-hand side
machine g*n
can reach us
at this angle.
And now,
it has no ammunition.
So...
On the count of three,
you will tell me
how many men
are in there,
or my tank will be forced
to sh**t your plane
into a thousand pieces.
How many of you
are in there?
One,
two,
three.
SOLDIER: Five!
What happened to the rest?
They're dead.
Tail gunner, ball turret,
bombardier, they're all dead.
Waist gunners died
in the crash, too.
How did the waist gunners die?
SOLDIER: No seatbelts.
(SCOFFS)
Stupid.
May I assume that you all know
that there's no chance
of escape?
SOLDIER: Yeah, we know.
Good.
Come out slowly,
one at a time,
and stand
in front of the wing.
What was your target?
You are now prisoners
of the Third Reich.
Do you know how much use
Germany has for prisoners?
None at all.
To us,
you are like insects
to be squashed.
So,
I will ask you again.
What was your target?
This is a b*mber
aircraft, yes?
Yeah.
And you and the 200
other bombers
that flew over
a few minutes ago
were on your way to b*mb
a target in Germany, yes?
That's right.
Then what target
were you bombing?
Hey, Jerry,
here's your target,
you piece of sh*t.
(GASPS)
What was your target?
I'm the pilot.
It was
a marshalling yard
in Munich.
Thank you.
Is General Patton's army
proceeding
to Grand Marseille
or going to Nantes?
I don't know.
(BREATHING SHAKILY)
Is General Patton's army
going to Grand Marseille
or proceeding to Nantes?
Eat sh*t.
(NAZIS LAUGH AND MUTTER)
(WILL BREATHING SHAKILY)
(SPEAKING GERMAN)
You and you,
into the field. Go.
Go!
SOLDIER: It's okay.
Stop!
Is General Patton
going to Grand Marseille
or Nantes?
We don't know.
We're just flight crew.
We don't know
troop positions.
(TANK WHIRS AND CLICKS)
Tell me,
you must know.
Save your men
and tell me.
I don't...
I don't know.
I don't know.
I, uh...
Maybe Munich.
He said... Maybe Munich.
He said Munich.
Munich?
What is your next target?
I swear.
I swear, I don't... I...
Okay. Stuttgart.
You're lying!
Tell me!
I'm not. I'm not.
Stuttgart.
Okay, just listen to me.
It has to be Stuttgart.
Okay? If Patton is
sending his men this way,
then it has to be Stuttgart.
The yard supply
the German Army.
The whole b*mb group
will keep
targeting the yards
until, until Patton
makes his move.
You... Just, please,
listen to me.
Hey.
Stop.
This is only conjecture.
No!
(WHIMPERS)
Is Patton's army going
to Grand Marseille
or Nantes?
You go to hell.
(g*nsh*t BANGS)
(FOREIGN MUSIC)
(WATER SLOSHES)
(MUSIC STOPS)
(POTS CLANG)
(SPANISH MUSIC)
(MEN WHISPER IN GERMAN)
(DOOR BANGS)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(BOTTLE THUDS)
Who's hungry?
You have to be hungry
by now, right?
It's been 15 hours.
You're hungry?
(PLATE CLANGS)
(HUFFS)
Is it poisoned?
(HUFFS)
I don't know
who you think we are,
but I have nothing
to give you.
I am the manager
of a small loan
office near the plaza.
If you want a loan,
I can approve a loan
for you,
but I have nothing more
to offer.
I manufacture
automobiles.
On the line.
I put the alternator
in the engine compartment.
I can put a new alternator
in your car for... For free.
Gerhard Kohler?
Yes.
You're Austrian?
Yes, I am from Austria.
Emilio?
I am a proud Argentine.
That's an Argentinian accent?
Si.
(SCREAMS)
(CURSES IN GERMAN)
(WHIMPERS)
Emilio.
Emilio!
Swear in Spanish.
You're not a proud Argentine,
are you?
(SCREAMS)
Navy?
You look
like a navy man.
(KNIFE CLANGS)
Interior Ministry
for the Third Reich.
I was an administrator
for education policy.
I have been living here
peacefully
since the last nine years.
Uh, tell me what you want.
Anything you want.
How many Nazis came out here?
To Argentina?
WILL: Anywhere
in South America.
A thousand?
A thousand in Uruguay,
a thousand in Bolivia,
three thousand
in Argentina,
four thousand in Brazil.
Yeah, that's what
the last fella told me.
That 10,000 Nazis just up
and walked outta Germany.
I'm looking for a man,
a colonel in the SS,
Martin Bach.
(LAUGHING)
You travel all the way
to Argentina
to kidnap two policy
administrators
and ask if they know
a colonel?
Yeah, that's pretty much
the gist of it.
You know him?
EMILIO: There must be
a thousand men called
Colonel Bach in the Reich.
You can't possibly expect us
to know which one
you're talking about!
(SCREAMS)
Colonel Martin Bach
in the SS,
stationed in
Eastern France
in August 1944.
Maybe near Strasbourg.
I don't know of any such man.
I'm very sorry.
How about you?
(BABBLES)
Do you know Colonel Bach?
(EMILIO MUTTERS)
What? I can't hear you.
(SPEAKING GERMAN)
I can't hear you, Emilio.
I can't hear you.
I don't. I don't. I don't.
Where is Colonel Bach?
I don't know!
(GRUNTS)
You're mad.
You're mad.
There is no way of knowing
where there is a Colonel Bach.
I'm telling you,
there's no way
to know.
He may already be dead.
He's not dead.
Obersturmbannfuhrer
Martin Bach
got on a cargo ship
in Italy nine years ago,
headed for Buenos Aires.
I know because
the n*zi-sympathizing priest
who smuggled him on board
told me
right before I strangled him.
(LAUGHS)
And you're going to k*ll
every German in South America
until you find
this Colonel Bach?
That's the plan.
(CLICKS)
(g*nsh*t BANGS)
(SAND CRUNCHES)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(SHOVEL CLANGS)
(SPANISH MUSIC)
(PATRONS CHATTER)
Would you like
another whiskey?
Yes.
I remember you
from earlier this week.
Are you waiting for a friend?
No.
Just, uh,
having a drink.
Your accent.
It sounds like
you're from France?
Switzerland.
Ah, Swiss.
Where in Switzerland
are you from?
Uh, St. Lucian.
I've never heard of it.
It's very small.
Ah. What's it near?
It's near Zurich.
I've never been.
Ah, the gentleman
at the end of the bar,
he has been to Zurich.
Javier!
No, sorry.
I don't mean to be rude,
but I wish to be left alone.
Thought you might
make a friend.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
This gentleman is from Zurich
and I told him you have been.
Zurich. You are from Zurich?
I lived there for three years
studying at university.
Oh, it is my favorite city
in the whole wide world.
Oh, my God.
I could live there.
The girls?
(GRUNTS AND LAUGHS)
They're quite nice.
Yes, quite nice.
Quite nice.
So, what are you doing
in Argentina?
Business.
Ah. What kind of business?
Bananas.
My father owns a plantation
in Brazil.
In Switzerland?
In Brazil. We live there.
I thought
you meant Switzerland.
Hello, everyone.
Come buy my bananas
from the snow
in Switzerland, right?
Special snow bananas,
grown in Zurich.
A toast
to Switzerland
and to bananas
grown in Brazil.
It was nice to meet you.
So, tell me about Brazil.
Is a true what they say
about the bananas in Brazil?
About the girls?
Girls?
What they do
with all those bananas.
I knew it.
They have to do something
with all those bananas, right?
Don't eat the bananas
at this restaurant.
The girl at the front
just had all of them
in her a*s.
(PATRONS CHATTER)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(LIGHTER CLICKS)
(g*n CLICKS)
(STUTTERING)
What do you want from me?
I have nothing.
I have nothing, please.
Who are you?
A missionary.
A missionary?
Yes, yes. I swear to you.
I am here to begin
a Lutheran mission.
You're a German.
Yes, yes. A... A Lutheran.
And what are you doing
with a g*n?
Uh, defending myself.
I... I have been robbed here
three times.
What was in the envelope
you magically made disappear?
(STUTTERS) I can't tell you.
(g*nshots BANG)
(VOGEL SCREAMS)
The next one
is going in your skull.
No, no, no. No, no, no.
It was a name.
It's the name of a...
Of a prost*tute.
Rosita Rossi.
I wasn't going
to go with her.
You see, it was a very...
It was a mistake.
I... I am
a very good Lutheran.
I was going to pray
for her soul.
You're f*cking lying!
I am not lying.
I am not lying.
I swear to you,
I am not lying.
You're a f*cking n*zi.
No, no, no.
God, no. No.
You're a f*cking
n*zi piece of sh*t.
I am not.
Say it!
God forgive me.
(SCREAMS)
God forgive me.
God forgive me.
Shut the f*ck up
and admit it,
you f*cking pig!
No, no, no...
Three!
I swear to you please, no.
Two!
Please don't k*ll me.
You have to believe
me, please.
One!
No, please, no.
(WHIMPERS)
Zero.
Who are you looking for?
Who are you looking for?
An SS officer,
Colonel Bach.
Colonel Bach.
Obersturmbannfuhrer Bach,
let me see.
Maybe middle age,
taller than average.
He's thin.
You described nothing.
Goodbye.
Martin.
Huh?
(LAUGHS AND CLICKS TONGUE)
Yes, yes.
Martin Bach.
Where is he?
(SIGHS)
I don't know.
Where is he?
(FLOORBOARDS CREAK)
There's no way out.
WOMAN: Don't move.
Who are you?
Shut up.
Put your p*stol on the floor.
Slowly, or I will sh**t.
(g*n CLANGS)
Kick it over here.
Do you live here?
Who the hell are you?
I have the g*n.
I will ask
the f*cking questions.
Do you live here?
Yes or no?
Yes.
The man you punched at the bar
said you're from Switzerland.
You're clearly American.
Yeah.
I'm an American.
Who is the man
you followed
from the bar?
He's my father.
You chased your father
out of a bar?
How'd you find me here?
I followed your car.
I saw you get out
with that man.
I know he's here, and I don't
believe he's your father.
Who do you think he is?
I know he is Albert Vogel.
Who is Albert Vogel?
(SIGHS)
If you are protecting
Albert Vogel,
I will have you extradited
along with him.
It will not go well for you.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.
Extradited?
Who the hell are you?
Extradited to where?
To Jerusalem,
to pay for his crimes.
You're from Israel.
Who I am does not matter.
If you have Albert Vogel,
give him up now.
Listen to me.
The man you saw me with
is my father.
We sell bananas.
You know why I'm pretending
I'm Swiss?
I know there are a lot
of Germans around here.
So, I picked a country
they don't care about.
(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)
Don't sh**t.
He's deaf.
What?
My father, he's...
He's deaf.
Bullshit.
(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)
He can't hear
a damn thing
you're saying.
Listen to me.
Now, you broke into a home
and you are pointing a g*n
at American citizens.
We make one call
to the US Embassy,
the n*zi-collaborating police
are going to arrest you,
and they're gonna
find out they have
an Israeli spy
trying to extradite
their pals.
How do you think
that's gonna go
for you?
Why do you carry a g*n?
We get robbed a lot.
If I find out
he is Albert Vogel,
you will both hang.
(VOGEL SIGHS)
Why the hell
did you come up here?
If she had heard
your accent...
I had to get her to leave.
It was the only way.
(SIGHS)
I was hoping
you would improvise,
and you did.
How do you know
Colonel Bach?
I met him here,
Buenos Aires,
maybe a year ago.
(CHUCKLES)
At a Christmas party.
Wait, he's here?
No, no, no.
He lives in Bolivia.
Tell me where
or I start sh**ting.
And then, you will
just waltz across
miles of mountains
and deserts and knock
on his door
and sh**t him
without any confrontation?
The Germans have
thousands of guards
protecting their
interests here.
If you are bumbling around
the desert,
they will find you
long before you'll find him.
If you want Colonel Bach,
you're going to need me
to help you find him.
In exchange for what?
As it happens,
we have mutual interests.
I also have to get to Bolivia.
We travel there together.
When there are threats to me,
we play your little game.
I will pose as your
deaf Swiss father
and business partner,
selling bananas.
What threats?
Machine g*n-toting women from
Jerusalem or the equivalent.
Why me?
Why not these other Germans
if there's so many of them?
Well, the Germans
want me dead, too.
It's, uh...
It's complicated.
But the Soviets don't.
That envelope,
that contained the location
of a contact
that was going to get me
to safety in Moscow.
He is at a remote airfield
in Bolivia.
And as it happens,
that airfield is not
very far from your
Colonel Martin Bach.
If you want your German,
get me to my Russian.
How are we getting there?
The next boat
leaves in five hours.
We made it to the mouth
of the river here
headed north.
Germans are watching
the airfields
and major ports,
but we can putter up
to Paraguay undetected.
The capital of Asuncion
is a risk, but if we make it,
we can take the back roads
all the way to Bolivia.
I'd rather fly,
but it's probably safer
to hire a native to guide us
to the rendezvous.
I doubt our friend from Israel
will find us there.
(CHUCKLES)
So,
you are Albert Vogel.
In the flesh.
(LAUGHS)
What's that woman
want with you?
What did you do?
Nothing.
I am an atomic physicist.
One of the better ones
in the world.
I was part of a team
developing the atom b*mb
for Germany.
The Soviets are recruiting me
to work for them.
And she's trying
to stop you?
She works
for a spy agency
called Mossad.
Jerusalem is trying
to extradite me
to hang for w*r crimes,
but bigger problem
is that the Germans here,
they have no use for me.
They would rather k*ll me
to keep me from helping
the Russians
or the Americans.
That's tragic.
The Nazis are trying
to k*ll me.
That ought to make me
your friend.
You made bombs for Hitler.
You sit at a table with Nazis,
that makes you a n*zi.
The man who makes the object
is not responsible
for the man who uses it.
If I make a, um,
butter knife
and you stick it
in someone's throat,
does that make me a m*rder*r?
Butter knife?
Hitler would've used
your atom b*mb on civilians.
Which your country
did twice, I believe, yes?
That's different.
We're not Hitler.
We're the good guys.
200,000 dead
Japanese civilians
might think differently.
I swear to Christ.
I will put a b*llet
right through your
stupid f*cking n*zi face.
Give me one more
g*dd*mn platitude,
I'll end it right here
and we solve this
whole thing right now.
Control yourself.
They have eyes everywhere.
I guess I need you alive
for now.
You take me
to my Russian safely,
and I tell you exactly where
your Colonel Bach is hiding.
Yeah.
You go on your merry way
to Russia to build the bombs
they wanna drop
in my backyard?
Mmm.
They say the man
who seeks revenge
should dig two graves.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(CHURCH BELLS TOLLING)
BARTENDER: Welcome
to the Hotel Asuncion.
(LIGHTER CLICKS)
Here for business
or pleasure?
Business.
Bananas.
Ah, from Brazil?
Yes, Brazil.
Your accent sounds Swiss.
Many Swiss
come to Asuncion
from Brazil.
Yes, they do.
Something for you, madam?
Here on business?
Yeah, here on business.
We're having a conversation.
Where is Vogel?
My father is upstairs
in his room.
That man is not your father.
You look nothing alike.
You're following me
because we don't look alike?
I know that he's Albert Vogel.
You've never seen a photograph
of him before, have you?
You have a description.
Nothing else.
That's what I thought.
So, what do you do?
You just run around
torturing every German
you find
until they admit
they're Vogel?
Pencil.
Get him a pencil!
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Buenos t*rd.
(SNAPS FINGERS)
Maxim!
BARTENDER:
Hola, Senor Ziegler.
Maximiliano!
Maximiliano!
ZIEGLER: Whatever these guys
are having,
and I'll have a Pisco sour.
Tres sour, Max.
Three Pisco sours.
Hello.
(SHAKER RATTLES)
The Pisco sour,
have you ever
tasted it?
No, never.
Nein. De Maximiliano,
he makes the best Pisco sour
known in South America.
Huh, brandy with sugar,
lemon, bitters, and an egg.
An egg.
An egg.
(MEN GROAN)
Maximiliano,
tres mas on my bill.
You don't have
to do that.
No, I don't
have to do that,
but I insist.
Yes.
Insist.
Thank you.
You're very kind.
So, are you from here,
in Paraguay?
No, Germany.
Deutschland!
Germany?
We are from Germany.
I am from Freiberg.
Freiberg, no!
(MAN LAUGHS)
(BOTH SPEAKING GERMAN)
Ah!
(LAUGHS AND GRUNTS)
Are you all
from Germany?
No, they are
from Switzerland.
The French part.
They don't speak
a word of German.
And the father is, uh,
gehorlos, he can't hear.
Ah, well.
Prost!
Prost!
MAN: To our new friends.
ZIEGLER: Yes.
There we go.
Mmm-hmm.
(SPEAKING GERMAN)
So, you are here
for business, ja?
Yes.
We have
a banana plantation
in Brazil,
but it's hard to ship bananas
from the jungles
in Porto Velho,
so we're here to find
a shipping company.
Wow, Porto Velho.
My... My father went there
before the w*r.
It's a wild place.
Right?
There's a lot of bandits.
ZIEGLER: Bandits?
Like the Wild West.
You have savages
trying to steal
your bananas.
(LAUGHS)
The savages,
it's like...
(MEN MUTTER AND GIGGLE)
No, no, no.
It's too dangerous.
Dangerous?
We put guards
on top of the banana trains
all the way to the depot
in Porto Velho.
They've shot enough bandits
to scare most of them
from trying.
So... And so, you sh**t them
as they're trying to get
on the train?
It's the Wild West.
Ah! (LAUGHS)
It's the Wild West!
That's all right,
I don't...
LEYNA: Well,
it's getting late.
Should we get going?
Nein, nein, nein.
You're leaving us too soon.
Mmm-hmm.
Banana farmers start early.
Nein. I insist
you stay for one more drink.
Just one drink. Unless...
you have a p*nis,
then you must go.
You must go.
(MEN LAUGH)
Nein.
I... I...
I apologize.
If you really must go.
LEYNA: We must.
Mmm-hmm.
Thank you
for the drinks,
gentlemen.
(MAN CLEARS THROAT)
Goodbye.
(MAN LAUGHS)
Tschuss!
ZIEGLER: I'll be here
if you change
your mind.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(GROANS)
(MEN SPEAKING GERMAN)
(MAN 2 SPEAKING)
(MAN 1 SPEAKING)
LEYNA: How did he know
they were coming?
What?
The Germans at the bar.
How did he know
they were coming?
He saw 'em
from his window,
I guess.
And just knew
that they were German?
I think the German
machine g*ns
were a clue.
We dodge n*zi gangs
down here all the time.
They're not that hard
to spot.
I'm not afraid of any Germans.
I've gotten pretty good
at spotting them.
(g*nsh*t BANGS)
(SPEAKING GERMAN)
Put the g*n down!
(SPEAKING GERMAN)
Calm down,
and put the g*n down.
Put the f*cking g*n down!
(b*ll*ts CLATTER)
How did they find us?
I don't know.
Did you tip them off? Did he?
No, they're after him, too.
We're not outrunning 'em.
We don't need to.
(b*ll*ts CLATTER)
Catching up.
Heads down!
Drive straighter, you idiot.
Slow down!
What?
Slow down,
I have a plan.
If I slow down,
we're gonna die.
Slow down!
WILL: They're catching up.
Hold your speed.
They got a rocket launcher.
Huh?
(g*nshots BANG)
(SPEAKING GERMAN)
LEYNA: You're with a n*zi?
Why are you with a n*zi?
Why are you helping
a n*zi escape?
It's complicated.
Complicated? He's a f*cking
n*zi. What is complicated
about that?
I am not a n*zi!
You can tell that
to the court
in Jerusalem.
Oh, he's not going
to Jerusalem.
According to who?
According to me.
We have a deal,
all right?
Vogel's just a pawn
who worked for the Nazis.
I have some business
to finish with
an actual n*zi,
an SS Colonel responsible
for a lot of people's deaths.
Vogel's helping me
find him.
An actual n*zi?
Hitler's atomic scientist
isn't enough of a n*zi
for you?
We have a deal.
You have no deal.
You will hang.
(CAR THUDS)
It's, uh...
(CHUCKLES)
This is... It's no good.
We cannot fix this tonight.
More of those Germans
are coming. They won't stop.
We passed a warehouse
back up the road.
Let's find a car
and get clear.
You need to decide right now
if you're gonna be a problem.
Or you'll k*ll me
for the n*zi?
So I can k*ll more Nazis,
better Nazis.
Nazis of consequence,
not some lab assistant
the Germans don't even want.
Lab assistant?
Is that what
he told you?
I won't touch Vogel yet,
but I want to know
who your other Nazis are.
All right.
First, let's find a car.
(OPERA MUSIC)
(SPEAKING GERMAN)
Herr.
We've been out here
all night.
The Germans will be out
looking for us.
VOGEL: It is almost fixed.
We have no time
for "almost fixed."
Is it ready?
(SIGHS)
All it needs is the key.
Start it up then.
(HOOD CLANGS)
What is that?
Whiskey.
It's been a long night.
What the hell are you...
I'm taking Albert Vogel.
If you try to stop me,
I will sh**t you.
(SPEAKING GERMAN)
There are more important
Nazis than Vogel.
Name one n*zi of more
consequence in South America
than Albert Vogel
or get out of my way.
Heinrich Himmler.
Heinrich Himmler.
The architect of
the destruction of millions
of Jews across Europe.
Heinrich Himmler is dead.
You're wrong.
You're full of sh*t.
He k*lled himself.
He's been dead for 10 years.
You don't rise
to the right hand
of Hitler
and engineer the extermination
of millions of Jews
without making
some connections.
A man claiming to be Himmler
surrendered to the British,
bit into a capsule
of potassium cyanide,
and died.
But that man wasn't Himmler.
He was a fanatical
party loyalist
who gave his life
for the cause.
The real Himmler
went into hiding,
a month in Austria,
six months in Florence.
From there, he disguised
himself as a priest
and smuggled himself
onto a cargo ship
bound for Argentina.
He's been
in South America
for 10 years now,
building a hidden empire
in total secrecy,
employing former
n*zi party members,
recruiting German veterans
into an elite army,
operating a web of spies
and guards across
the continent
and eliminating every threat
that comes across
his doorstep.
Those men at the bar
were looking for threats
to Himmler.
They were looking for you.
Why are you telling me this?
I can't build Himmler
a b*mb by myself.
He wants me dead
so the Russians
can't use me.
Tell me where he is.
(CHUCKLES)
If I tell you that, you have
no reason to keep me around,
but as it happens,
the two men
you are looking for
are together in Bolivia,
in a compound
called the Condor's Nest.
Why?
Bach is Himmler's
Chief of Security.
Our deal is still on.
You get me
to my Russian safely,
and I'll give you
Colonel Bach,
and then, you,
you will have
Heinrich Himmler.
No.
VOGEL: It's Heinrich Himmler!
I am no one!
LEYNA: If Heinrich Himmler
is here,
I can't capture him by myself,
but I can capture you
right now, and I will.
(SPEAKING GERMAN)
This.
This is a transmitter.
It's a simple switch,
wired to a battery,
and if I push this switch,
this car will explode.
What?
You
and Himmler's big secret
will die in this room.
You can't just turn
a car into a b*mb.
Get that rope and tie her up,
or I'll k*ll us all!
Give me
the transmitter.
Then, I tie her up.
(WHISPERING) Carefully.
f*cking pigs!
You're gonna
f*cking pay for this!
VOGEL: Let's go!
(LEYNA SPITS)
You think you're the only one
in the world who's lost
something to the Nazis?
You're a f*cking coward.
What? So we're walking?
Walking?
Lucky for you,
I know how to fly.
(BREATHING LABORIOUSLY)
(ENGINE REVS)
(AIRPLANE ENGINE BUZZES)
(SHOUTING IN GERMAN)
I don't think
our banana charade
is going to work here.
Follow my lead.
If they recognize
my face,
sh**t them.
Wait,
tell me where
Colonel Bach is.
If anything happens,
you owe me that.
He'll be at the Condor's Nest,
guarding Heinrich Himmler.
It's in the forest
20 kilometers west
of a small town called Tarija.
Kilometer marker 167.
(VOGEL AND OFFICERS
SPEAKING GERMAN)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(TYPEWRITER CLICKS)
(MUTTERS)
(VOGEL CLEARS THROAT)
(SPEAKING GERMAN)
I would like to buy
a box of whiskey.
I have, uh...
I have scotch.
I have rye.
Ridiculous code words.
I did not make it up.
Albert Vogel?
Yes.
You are not to be here
till next week.
I hope it is not
a terrible inconvenience.
No.
Here. Put in mouth.
What is this?
It's cyanide.
(CHUCKLES)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
I don't understand.
I have my reasons.
But aren't you
with the Soviets?
It is also complicated.
Put in mouth
and bite down.
If you are with the Germans,
why haven't you just shot me?
Because it make big mess.
I don't...
You are going
to k*ll yourself.
You must bite down.
If you are with the Germans,
I want to make a deal.
I can build a b*mb,
an atom b*mb
for Heinrich Himmler.
There's only one man
on this continent
who is willing
and able to build
a b*mb for Himmler,
(CHUCKLES)
and if you sh**t that man,
you're going to wish
you had never left Moscow.
What is deal?
Get Himmler on the phone.
And if he turns me down,
I will take your cyanide.
(SIGHS)
Da.
Give me Condor's Nest.
(OFFICER SPEAKING GERMAN)
Yeah.
Yeah.
(MAN ON PHONE SPEAKING GERMAN)
(SPEAKING GERMAN)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
The American in the airplane
wants to k*ll
Heinrich Himmler.
(OFFICER SPEAKING GERMAN)
being the one in the chair.
(CHUCKLES)
You know, you were right.
That day on the boat,
when you said, uh,
I sit at the table
with Nazis.
I do.
Proudly.
Heil Himmler.
Hello, Jew boy.
VOGEL: He's not Jewish.
Not Jewish?
No.
He's American.
Ah.
Now, that's funny.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Are you sure
you are not a Jew?
Mmm?
(SCOFFS AND COUGHS)
You smell like a Jew.
Now, I am not a detective,
but I would guess
you were going to use
this g*n to sh**t Germans?
Maybe me?
(CLICKING TONGUE)
Now, I am not a detective,
but let's see
how many questions
I can get you to answer.
Huh?
Every time
I don't like
your answer,
I pull the trigger.
Mmm? Huh?
(WILL BREATHES LABORIOUSLY)
What's your name?
William Spalding.
Who are you trying to k*ll?
Germans.
Germans?
Yeah.
Yeah.
See, I am a German.
So, I do not like that answer.
Which Germans? Hmm?
Himmler?
No.
Klaus Barbie?
No.
Col... Colonel Martin Bach.
Bach?
Why?
He deserves to die.
Mmm.
(g*n CLICKS)
God damn it.
(LAUGHS)
(PANTS)
I didn't like that answer.
Are you with the CIA?
No.
No one but me
is coming after
Martin Bach.
I don't care about Himmler
or you or anyone else.
Just Martin Bach.
(GRUNTS)
Why Martin Bach?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
f*ck you!
(g*nf*re PATTERS)
There is a Jewish
Mossad agent
and an American
trying to get
to the Condor's Nest.
Stop them!
(BELL RINGS)
Is that a Jew?
You better hope not.
I think your luck has run out.
Don't move.
I will sh**t him.
You'd be doing me a favor.
Where is Albert Vogel?
(CAR ENGINE REVS)
I don't recognize that engine,
so I can assume
that you arrived
here in a car
and Vogel just escaped
with it.
Huh?
Look at you. Huh?
You thought you could
k*ll Heinrich Himmler,
but now
you're going to die
like every other
ordinary Jew!
Just like the ones
we threw into the gutters
in Freiburg.
You're from Freiburg, yes?
We must have taken thousands
of Jews from that town,
lined them up and shot them
in the head, one by one.
And then rolled them
into the ditch
with the rest of the rats.
He's at the Condor's Nest.
Albert Vogel
is at the Condor's Nest.
Shut up or I will sh**t you.
It's in the mountains,
20 miles west of a town
called Tarija.
I will sh**t you!
Mile marker 167.
Not another word!
Himmler's there, too!
You know what to do.
(MUTTERS IN GERMAN)
(CLICKS)
(SPEAKING GERMAN)
(g*nshots BANG)
RADIO OPERATOR:
I lose my brother,
and my uncles,
Soviet prisoners at Birkenau.
Himmler and his people,
they k*lled them.
They put them in trucks
and gassed them.
You get chance
to k*ll Himmler,
you k*ll Himmler.
Go.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
How did you know where I was?
I didn't.
I followed Ziegler.
All the way here?
How?
I drove the car.
I guess
I owe you a thanks.
A thanks?
Who the f*ck are you?
This whole time,
you've been
protecting Vogel
better than all the Germans
in this desert
possibly could have.
Why do you want this Bach
so badly?
For the same reason
you want Vogel.
Kilometer 167?
Kilometer 167.
Why would you tell me that?
In the tent,
he was going
to sh**t you.
You bet your life on me.
I've spent 10 years
destroying anything that got
between me and Colonel Bach.
I guess it was time to stop.
Does your Colonel Bach
deserve to die?
Yes, he does.
Lucky for you,
I know how
to fly a plane.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Let's go!
(PLANE ENGINE REVS)
(MEN SPEAKING GERMAN)
Ah.
(SCOFFS)
(SIGHS)
(PIANO KEYS RESONATE)
(SPEAKING GERMAN)
(HIMMLER SPEAKING)
(WOMAN SPEAKING GERMAN)
(SIRENS WAILING)
(ENGINE REVS)
(SPEAKING GERMAN)
(SPEAKING GERMAN)
Are you the Jew
or the American?
WILL: The Jew
is with Himmler.
Drop the g*n.
Who are you?
William Spalding.
Why are you here?
To find Colonel Martin Bach
of the German
Protection Squad,
known better as the SS.
What do you want with me?
Do you remember
where you were
on August 30th, 1944?
No, not exactly.
Was it Eastern France?
That sounds right.
Was it Bouvier?
Was it a farm with a crashed
B-17 b*mber and a tank?
It was a long w*r.
But you remember,
don't you?
It was a long time ago.
You k*lled six men
in cold blood.
You remember that.
You were there?
Were you one of the airmen?
Halt, halt, halt!
Put your g*n down or I sh**t!
(SPEAKING GERMAN)
William Spalding, walk away.
There are three guards
in this room
and a hundred more
running around outside
the fortress here.
If you fire that p*stol,
they will hear you,
and you will
be dead instantly.
Walk away now,
and you will live.
(ENGINE PURRING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(SOLDIERS SPEAKING GERMAN)
(LEYNA SPEAKING GERMAN)
(SPEAKING GERMAN)
I'm not walking away.
Then why haven't you shot me?
I want a confession.
A confession?
All right.
I will confess.
During the w*r, an airplane
on its way to b*mb my country
crashed in front of me.
With the enemy
advancing towards me,
and no way
to carry prisoners,
I was left with two choices.
One, I could let the men go
so that they could
get into another airplane
and continue
to b*mb my country.
Or, two,
I could k*ll them
to stop them
from doing that.
I chose to k*ll them
to save the lives of my men
and my beloved Germany.
Truthfully, you are
no different than me.
You, up in your airplane,
dropping bombs
on men and women
while they're sleeping
in their beds.
Don't...
But you did it,
because if you had not,
those same men and women
would've woken up,
put on their boots,
and built more airplanes
to drop bombs on you while you
were sleeping in your bed.
I saw everything you did.
I shouldn't have let you live.
Let me live?
Mmm.
Maybe, all along, it was you
that had to come here
to confess to me.
You are gonna die
for what you did.
You have nothing
to confess to.
You followed every instinct
that I and everyone else
in that w*r would have.
And now, you've crossed
the continent
for a confession,
and look where you are.
You are going to be
responsible for capturing
Heinrich Himmler.
You are not a coward.
You are a hero.
(SPEAKING GERMAN)
All you have to do
is walk out that door
and disappear.
The whole world will know
of your bravery.
American newspapers
will proclaim your name.
"William Spalding,
American hero,
"who captured
Heinrich Himmler."
You see,
confessions are for dead men.
You are reborn today,
as a hero.
If I was a hero,
we would both be dead.
We can both live.
Go.
Walk away.
We don't deserve to live.
(SIREN WAILING)
(GLASS SHATTERS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(b*ll*ts CLATTER)
(g*n CLICKS)
(YELPS)
(g*n CLICKS)
(CAR ENGINE SPUTTERS)
Albert,
step out of the car.
Stand where I can see you.
(SPEAKING GERMAN)
you got your German.
(VOGEL CHUCKLES)
You know if you sh**t me,
you...
You are not going
to leave this place alive.
Well,
I guess you were right then.
About what?
A man who seeks revenge
digs two graves.
(g*n CLICKS)
Put your hands up!
Put your hands up now
or we will sh**t!
VOGEL: Take your p*stol
out of your pocket.
Put it on the ground.
William,
the girl is dead.
You have no more moves.
So, please,
take your p*stol
out of your jacket,
put it on the ground.
Slowly!
(CAR b*mb BOOMS)
(LIGHTER CLICKS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(ENGINE REVS)
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
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