The Wild Geese

Colonel Faulkner.

- You're late. - Sorry.

We thought it better for you to come

into the country without going through immigration.

Took a bit of doing.

I assume you're keen.

I am. I'm also cold and tired. Could we move rather rapidly on?

This way, sir.

Colonel Faulkner,

I'm Thomas Balfour.

How do you do?

You'll be meeting Sir Edward Matherson.

Matherson the merchant banker?

That's correct.

Faulkner...

What do I call you? "Sir Edward"?

You do.

You drink whiskey, I take it, soda or water?

Large and straight, thank you.

Good of you to come at such short notice.

That depends on your definition of good.

A first-class air ticket and an unsigned cheque for £2,000

are persuasive

I assume that's for my time and my trouble.

And a rather rough meal on the plane.

Would you be good enough to sign?

Thank you.

Another, please.

Please, feel free with my whisky.

I will.

Thanks, I'm dry when I work.

So I've heard.

There's a special clause in my contracts,

that says that my liver is to be buried separately, with honours.

I'm not a very humourous man.

So I've noticed.

Tell me what happened with your contract with Julius Limbani.

You know very well what happened.

You didn't pick my name out of a hat.

It was a disastrous failure.

But not my failure. He didn't arrive.

Don't move.

Mr. Limbani, sorry to interrupt your nap.

We are going to divert the plane. An old friend of your's is waiting for you.

Just sit quietly.

That was two years ago.

I've got your autograph Sir Edward. Why?

- Copper. - Copper?

Now let's see if I can put all of the pieces together

just for the exercise.

General Ndofa was the most corrupt dictator in Africa,

deposing Limbani as head of state.

Do you mind if I cut through all of this?

Uganda agreed

to hold Limbani for them

then they refused to give him back.

They announced that he died of a heart attack, then they set him free.

The dogs.

Ndofa can't stand the chance possibility of Limbani reincarnated taking over his country again.

So he's offered some of our copper concessions

in return for the secret delivery of Limbani into his hands.

And you want me to intercept him and deliver him to you.

Correct.

Where do I find him?

He'll be moved across the border and taken to an army barracks at Zembala.

Now Ndofa will leaves Gurundi on the same day

and personally execute Limbani and scatter his ashes.

Any questions?

For the moment, just two.

First when can we confirm the exact date of arrival of Limbani at Zembala?

7 days in advance

- guaranteed. - Good.

And two, can you hold General Ndofa in Gurundi

while I'm grabbing Limbani?

That can be done.

Excellent. That's all for now.

Don't you wish to discuss

your fees and expenses?

Well first of all I have to determine if the project is feasible.

If it is, I'll send you my account.

I don't discuss fees, I get what I want.

I realise you get paid for risking your life.

I do hope it's not going to be too valuable. Goodbye Faulkner.

We shan't be seeing each other again, it's been a great pleasure.

Here we are.

Here?

This is it?

You're too well known to stay in a first class hotel.

Now in here is a passport, driving license

all the usual papers and a 'phone number where I can always be reached.

You're to deal directly with me.

It's my job to provide you with everything you need.

I've got some jobs for you immediately.

I want a detailed map of the area around Zembala,

a scale model of the barracks

plus all the details you can get me on the garrison strength.

- It will be delivered by hand. - Good.

Now I want you to find me two men.

First Rafer Janders. If he's alive, he's here in London.

Rafer Janders...

Fair-haired, cigarette-holder, wears glasses?

That's the man. This is going to be a tough assignment.

No Rafer Janders, no contract.

I'll call you about him within an hour. And the other one?

Shawn Fynn.

Very good looking.

I know the name Shawn Fynn.

I'll do my best but he's a problem.

Find him, same goes for him.

No Shawn, no deal.

Sit down.

Randy, you don't come in here!

We got a problem, Mr. Martinelli.

I'm really sorry.

Go.

Go on. Go on. I'll be out in a minute.

Close the door.

So? Go ahead. What is it?

You should've told me I was carrying heroin.

I said: "No drugs".

What did you think the delivery was for? Hershey bars?

I thought it was cash?

I don't push drugs, ever. It's against my religion.

You're telling me what you do or don't do for me?

More or less.

Randy, break any two items you like on this man and throw him out.

If I ever see your face again,

you're dead.

Put your hands on your head. You, move over with him!

On your head.

Shawn, take it easy, he's just a snot-nosed kid.

His old man is something very special

- back in the States. - Have you finished?

Here.

Open it.

Open it!

I poured all the envelopes into one bag, it's more convenient.

Here I am just starting to work for you two "beauties".

And I make my first contact.

It was a young girl.

She was alone on a bed,

dying.

And that's when I opened the package.

You boys are pushing bad stuff.

So what I'd like you to do is each eat half of it.

You're crazy!

She was barely 19. Now on your knees and eat!

You too.

Oh God. Please...

I hope you've got a big appetite, son. Because it's all your's.

Please.

Her words exactly.

Now, eat it.

Now do it!

All of it!

Pour it down.

You look like you need a good stomach pump.

That had strychnine in it.

But still, a little suffering is good for the soul.

You have another 20 minutes.

Have fun.

Corner of Riverdale and Hampstead.

Emile, why don't we leave the dishes until later?

Great!

That was pretty good.

What do you mean Emile?

That was one of the best meals I've ever cooked.

Cold lobster?

I had to unwrap it didn't I? Come here.

You promised me you would right after dinner.

I haven't had my coffee yet.

You don't drink coffee.

That's true.

Are you ready?

Sure? OK.

- Now when do the school Christmas holidays start? - 12th December, you know that.

- And when do you go back? - 9th January,

come on, Dad!

Now isn't that a fantastic coincidence!

You know, this isn't a bad little wine really.

Why? Dad, please!

OK. This is how it goes.

December 13th you, me and some suitcases, are jumping on board an airplane.

- Where are we going? - Wait a minute.

That same plane brings us back on January 3rd.

Skiing!

- You got it! - In Switzerland?

The very same!

Oh boy, that's fantastic!

Oh yes...

Just the two of us?