Purgatory

-Look after yourself. - See you later.

All right.

-Hey, how are you? -Hi, I'm good.

All right.

Chagi, what is that?

-It is. Thanks. -It's wine, madam.

-Hi. -Nice to see you.

It's good to meet you. You're just starting out here?

I am.

- - Ladies and gentlemen,

I do regret the interruption in your festivities.

But I am obliged to inform you that this country

is now under martial law.

And that a curfew has been set

from 9:00 p.m. till 7:00 a.m. until further notice.

The government wishes to inform all foreign visitors

that their papers and visas will be checked carefully.

And suggests that arrangements be made

for them to return to their own countries

as soon as possible.

Tommy!

-Bye-bye. -Bye.

- Bye. - Bye.

Airports are jammed

as foreigners comply with the new government mandate

for their departure. More news at twelve.

-I am so glad to be going home. -Me, too.

So much for the Peace Corps.

Jesus! Look out!

What's the matter with you?

You almost got us killed!

I'm sorry if I scared you.

I'm on my way to the airport. Can you give me a ride?

No way!

Come on, Carly. He's gotta get to the airport.

-We can give him... - I don't care.

Have a heart.

All right, get in.

Thanks. It was getting lonely out here.

Now, aren't you glad I came along?

Yes, thank you.

You really have to know what you're doing

with these old forties.

Hurry up.

Why don't you let me drive? I used to race.

I'll get you to the airport in time.

All right.

Stand still!

Quiet!

What's going on up there?

- I don't know. - Pull over!

Some kind of roadblock.

Commandant.

My god, what are they doing to that guy?

- I don't like this. -We'll be all right.

Where did you get this gun?

Speak, you bastard!

-I'm getting out of here. -

What do you mean, you're getting out of here?

-Hey, what are you doing? -Shut up!

Stop! Stop, you son of a bitch!

Would you stop it, Hans?

- Stop! -

- They're shooting at us! - Shut up!

-Would you stop the goddamn car? -Shut up!

-They're after us. -Shut up!

- Would you stop it? -Shut up. Damn it!

For Pete's sake!

- - Duck down!

Son of a bitch! Come here.

- -

Get the luggage.

-Hey, what are you doing? -

Melanie! Mel!

Search the bags.

That one.

Give it to me.

Hey! That's my passport and money.

Commandant.

Is this yours?

-Yours? -Uh-uh.

Now, what have we got here?

Hey! Stop!

- -

- -

Excellent.

Get it all in the picture, Huan.

-Why are you doing that? - Shut up.

- What is going on here? - Shut her up!

- -

- -

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Melanie, listen to me.

Don't cry.

It's exactly what they want us to do.

Don't you see?

They can do anything that they wanna do to us, can't they?

Melanie, listen to me.

We are gonna call the American Embassy.

- -They're gonna help us.

They'll help us.

Look, why don't you just admit you made a stupid mistake?

Then tell me where you got the stuff.

Make this whole thing a lot easier.

We're innocent.

If we did anything wrong, it was picking up a hitchhiker.

And we're American citizens. What about our rights?

This isn't Los Angeles, ladies. It's a foreign nation.

And under their laws, you don't have any rights.

Even if you did have rights, which you don't,

I'm not so sure I'd be disposed to help you.

What?

I'm not so sure I could.

I'm not so sure I believe you.

Think it over, girls.

When you're ready to really talk...

- -...I'll be ready to listen.

Come on, you two. Your time is up.

Let's go.

When I say move it, you move it!

I understand your responsibilities

to your constituents, I really do, Senator.

But what you don't understand is the situation here.

The...

The... there's a limit to what I can say

on the telephone, Senator.

Yes.

Look.

You, you have my word, Senator, I promise you. Okay?

-Yes, thank you, sir. -

What a stupid son of a bitch. Jeez.

What a pretentious, pompous asshole.

Which pompous asshole were you referring to this time, sir?

Senator Harry Collins.

He's the chairman of the Subcommittee on Human Rights.

It seems that the Arnold woman

has been making quite a lot of noise.

And she's going to arrive on our doorstep.

And what do you want me to do?

They're gonna demand an investigation.

An "investigation" investigation?

Or just enough to satisfy everyone that there's been one?

Come on, Cricks, don't be a smart-ass.

Just keep her out of my hair, okay?

Okay. When is she due to arrive?

Tomorrow, on the noon plane.

I'll take care of it.

I'm sure you will.

- And, Cricks. -Sir?

Don't be a Boy Scout, okay?

-Is that all, sir? -That's all.

When can I see the girls?

Well, it's gonna be very complicated.

Mr. Cricks, you don't know me.

Let me tell you something. I am not some naive housewife.

I have a lot of friends.

And I intend to get those kids out of there.

Now, when may I see them?

I'm trying very hard for tomorrow.

Mrs. Arnold, you'll have to prepare yourself.