The Assignment

- I have things to do. - What do you mean?

I mean get out!

Have you got a light?

It's empty. Just a minute.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

My name is Du Foltiere. Intelligence liaison officer.

I understand that you are the Deputy Chief of Station ClA, Paris.

And that you witnessed, by coincidence, this attack.

You told my subordinates that you recognized the terrorist as Carlos.

- Carlos recognized me. - Yes.

A deputy chief did not recognize him... but he recognized you.

We are both in the same business, but he was wearing a disguise.

Then how are you so sure it was him?

I lit his cigarette. He was holding my hand.

He grinned at me.

Some of the members are exploiting the oil price differentials.

OPEC has been very precise in its policy.

Is the conference still in progress? I have an urgent delivery.

Sweetheart... Do you want to live?

Freeze!

My name is Carlos, and you'll do as I say.

- We've got company. - You, sir, stand up.

How does this work?

Is it like this? Like this? Maybe like this?

Like this!

$20 million in ransom. The leader claims to be Carlos.

He wants the credit, and the Austrians want a positive lD.

- Who brought up my name? You? - No, the guy who says he's Carlos.

The Austrians want you to lD him at the airport. Tonight, 2 a.m.

- They're gonna fly him to Libya. - They're going to let him walk?

- They've got no choice. - Let them do like the lsraelis.

They're not the lsraelis.

Let me explain something to you, Mickey, really simple.

I'll identify him at the airport. I'll get really close to him.

I'll make one clean shot and that'll be the end of this prick.

- This prick has got 70 hostages. - Fuck the hostages.

- A minimum loss of life. - There will be no loss of life.

You don't get it, do you?

He's not going to invest that $20 million in a pension plan.

He's going to use it to finance his next hit, maybe against us.

- Let me assemble a team... - There is no team to assemble.

We are out of the assassination business. I know this is personal.

The guy made you look like an asshole.

I can appreciate your feelings, but it's not going down on our soil.

It's not with our nationals. It's not our fight.

Glad to meet you, Carlos. We're not in the assassination business now.

Come on, my fat friend. It's only rain. Bring the others.

Is that him?

It looks like him, but I can't tell for sure from here in this rain.

I've got to get a little closer.

You don't need a hat. Oh, you want it. Okay.

Who do we have to thank for this plane?

Minister of the lnterior.

I'm sorry this had to happen here. We have no quarrel...

... with your government. Excuse me.

- Pardon, monsieur. - Do you want another light?

We were never properly introduced. My name is Carlos.

- Eat shit and die slow. - Henry, no!

- Don't be seen shaking his hand. - Such language.

Shocking, really.

You see this man? ClA. Henry Fields.

JERUSALEM, AUGUST 1986

How do you feel?

I no speak English. I am Cuban.

You spoke English well enough to your contact the street vendor.

- We are both professionals, Carlos. - My name is Ramirez.

Illich Ramirez, Carlos Sanchez, Carlos Martinez, alias the Jackal.

- I am a tourist, not Carlos. - What was your target in lsrael?

- The Wailing Wall? Temple Mount? - Tourist. That's all!

Listen to me, you piece of shit! I'm trying to be professional here!

But you are in lsraeli hands now, so don't play games with me.

Israeli?

You're lsraeli? You're not Arabs?

I'm in an lsraeli prison. Is that what you're telling me?

It's amazing how much your English has improved.

There's been a mistake. I don't know who you think I am.

I am a lieutenant commander in the United States Navy.

I am Annibal Ramirez of the U.S.S. Yorktown docked in Haifa.

I am not lllich or Carlos or the Jackal or whoever the fuck else!

Call the U.S. Embassy and ask for the Sixth-Fleet liaison officer.

- He'll confirm what I told you. - Remarkable performance.

- I take my hat off to you, Carlos. - I'll tear your fucking head off!

You call the embassy and ask for the Sixth-Fleet liaison office.

And then, you fucker, you go out and get yourself a very good lawyer.

I'm going to sue you so bad, your grandchildren will still be in debt.

If you were an American Officer, you'd have lD papers and dog tags.

I ditched them in an alley just before your goons got me.

A U.S. officer in the Middle East must travel as a civilian.

That's why I said I was Cuban, not American.

You broke my rib, you asshole. I'll sue you and your government.

I'm going to sue every fucking lsraeli I can get my hands on.

I'll sue Menachem Begin, Moshe Dayan and the B'nai B'rith!

Or whatever the fuck you call it!

Yes, good.

Oh no...

NORFOLK, VA. ONE MONTH LATER

- Good eye, Joey. - Dad!

- Are you okay? - I'm fine.

Lt. Commander Ramirez?

Holy cow!

- Can I help you? - Yeah, my name is Jack Shaw.

I want to talk to you about what happened in lsrael.

I'll sue the government, the guy who broke my ribs and Golda Meir.

That'll be difficult. Mrs. Meir is deceased.

- Then they'll have to dig her up. - That's not exactly in my field.

- Specifically, I am with the ClA. - You're ClA?

Does the man in this photograph look familiar to you?

Holy shit!

That's not me. I know it looks like me, but it's not me.

- I know it's not you, too. - Is this that Carlos guy?

- Look! - Joey, get down out of there.

This is the only recent photo we have of him. Taken half a mile away.

It was taken by the lsraelis. You can't blame them for the mix-up.

I hope you're not trying to talk me out of my lawsuit.

They kept me chained up for two days after I identified myself.

- They knew who I was. - I'm not here about your lawsuit.

- I'm trying to tell you... - Can I finish?

Carlos is the single most vicious terrorist in the whole world.

He has carried out the worst terrorist acts in modern history.

Men, women, kids. Kids like your boy down there.

Blown to bits. Slaughtered in cold blood.

Did you join the Navy to protect your country from her enemies?

Carlos is one of her biggest enemies today.

As terrorism is a growth industry, he's a bigger enemy every day.

Why are you telling me all this?

Most of the free world has been after Carlos for the past ten years.

And they have come up with nothing. There is only one way to get him.

There is exactly one person, in the whole world, who can get him.

- How the hell would I get him? - You'll need to think it over.

The answer's no. I was trained as a naval officer.

You came to the wrong address. The man you're looking for is Bond.

James Bond. He lives in England, drives an Aston Martin. Go see him.

Admiral Crawford, this is Commander and Mrs. Ward Scowcroft.

I know your family well. I was with your father at the Academy.

I won't let you down, sir.

Lt. Commander and Mrs. Annibal Ramirez.

- Annabelle..? - Annibal, sir.

I'm glad to see we're getting some Mexican-American officers.

I'm an L.A. boy myself. I have a soft spot for Mexican food.

- My stomach doesn't always agree. - We eat Cuban food.

I think your stomach would find that more agreeable.

- You're Cuban-Americans? - Yes, sir.

- If he can't appreciate that... - It's okay, don't worry.

His wife asked me to mow her lawn, so we'll always have food.

This is a coincidence. I was over at your lovely house the other day, -

- but I had to leave suddenly and never got to make your acquaintance.

The pleasure is mine.

- Shaw. Jack Shaw. - Senor Shaw. Mucho gusto.

My wife speaks English. So do l.

I should have realized you'd feel embarrassed speaking Spanish here.

Who is he?

- A white wine and a club soda. - Yes, sir.

Let me guess, the wine is for your wife?

You're afraid to loosen up in front of the brass.

How can you stand this shit? They're all so fucking constipated.

- My wife is waiting for her soda. - There's a fiery retort!

- How about "fuck you, pal"? - I'd believe it, if it was louder.

You don't belong with these guys. You belong to me.

Remember what Darth Vader said: "Come over to the dark side."

Come over, Annibal. You have no idea of the power we have.

I want nothing to do with you. Get it through your thick skull.

Your country came to you requesting help and you turned it down.

Not exactly promotion material. Know what I mean?

Are you threatening me? The answer is no, and that is the end of it.

Now get a life.

That pest won't leave me alone.

Jesus Christ!

- What do you want? - What time is it?

It's 1 :1 5. Precisely.

It's for you.

Hello? Who the..?

Yes, sir.

Your wife and kid go to the store. Carlos has been there first.

He's planted a bomb.

The boy you're going to see lived. You tell me if he was lucky.

- Dr. Shaw, is this the specialist? - Yes, Dr. Ramirez.

Mr. and Mrs. Newcomb are the parents of the wounded boy.

Will you do the surgery? They tell us you're the best there is.

He's the only one. Here's the boy's chart, Doctor.

One kidney has been destroyed. The left lung has been perforated.

The spleen, the large intestine and stomach lining are all torn.

There are over 1 00 individual pieces of shrapnel.

It's a trademark device of Carlos'. Designed not to kill but to maim.

You're a sadistic son of a bitch.

You used those poor people. You'd use anything to get what you want.

To get what I want? Let me show you what I want.

There's some photographs in there of some of Carlos' victims.

Until you came along, all we could do was take pictures of his victims.

I told them you were the only one. It's true. We got a good doctor...

But you are the only one who can get the Jackal.

I'm not the bad guy, Annibal. Carlos is.

Go talk to him.

- Take care of your mother. - Why do you have to go?

Because I finally got my chance to go into subs.

Why can't somebody else's daddy go into subs, and you can stay here?

Because I'm the one they chose. And because your dad can do the job.

Listen to me, no whining, okay?

Bye, sweetie.

Are you going to miss me?

- Bye, sweetie. - Take care.