The Wild Geese

Colonel Faulkner?

- You're late. - Sorry.

We felt it better if your visit to this country wasn't recorded by immigration.

Took a bit of doing.

I assume you're clean?

I am. I'm also cold and tired. So could we move rather rapidly along?

This way, sir.

Colonel Faulkner,

I'm Thomas Balfour.

How do you do?

Do come and meet Sir Edward Matherson.

Matherson as in merchant banker?

That's correct.

Faulkner...

What do I call you? "SIR Edward"?

You do.

You drink whiskey, I believe, soda or water?

Large and straight, thank you.

It's good of you to come at such short notice.

Depends upon your definition of good.

A first-class air ticket and an unsigned cheque for £2,000 are pretty fair persuaders.

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

And a rather rushed me on the plane.

Would you be good enough to sign it now?

Thank you.

Another.

Please, feel free with my whiskey.

I will.

Thank you. I'm dry when I work.

Yes. So I've heard.

There's a special clause in my contracts

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

I'm not a very humorous man.

So I've noticed.

Now. Explain to me what happened to 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.

It wasn't my failure. He didn't arrive.

- Stay in your seats and keep quiet. - Don't move.

Mr Limbani, I'm sorry to interrupt your nap.

We are going to divert the plane. An old friend of yours is waiting to see you.

Just sit quietly.

Now look, that was two years ago.

I've got your autograph, Sir Edward. Why?

- Copper. - Copper?

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

just for the exercise.

General Ndofa, one of the most corrupt dictators in Africa,

deposes Limbani as head of state.

Now do you mind if I cut through all this?

Uganda agreed

to hold Limbani for him

and then refused to give him back.

They announced that he died of a heart attack, and then threatened Ndofa they'd set him free.

The dogs.

Ndofa can't stand the 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 is to be moved across the border and taken to an army barracks at Zembala.

Now, Ndofa will leave Gurundi the same day

and personally execute Limbani and scatter his ashes.

Any questions?

For the moment, just two.

First. How soon can you confirm the exact date of Limbani's arrival in Zembala?

- 7 days before, that's guaranteed. - Good.

And two. Can you hold General Ndofa in Gurundi while I'm grabbing Limbani?

That can be arranged.

Excellent. That's all for now.

Don't you wish to discuss your fees and expenses?

Well, first of all I have to find out if the project is feasible.

If it is, I send an account. I don't discuss fees, I get what I want.

I realise you get paid for risking your life.

I do hope you don't consider it too valuable. Goodbye, Faulkner.

We shan't be seeing each other again, a great pleasure for both of us. I'm sure.

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 licence,

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.

Alright Tom's you go to work immediately

I want a detailed map of the area around Zembala,

plus, a scale model of the barracks,

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

- It'll be delivered by hand. - Good.

Now, I want you to find me two men.

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

Rafer Janders...

Fair-haired, cigarette-holder, wears glasses?

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

No Rafer Janders, no contract.

I'll phone you about him in 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.

You better find him, same goes for him.

No Shawn, no deal.

Sit down.

Randy, you don't come in here!

He's got problems, Mr Martinelli.

I'm as sorry as hell.

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 list was for? Hershey bars?

I thought it was cash.

I don't push drugs, ever. It's 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.

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

On your head.

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

But his old man is something very special back in the States. - Have you finished?

Here, son.

Open it.

Open it!

I poured all the envelopes into one bag, just for convenience.

Now, here I am just starting to work for you two "beauties."

I make my first contact.

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, sonny. Because it's all yours.

Please.

Her words exactly.

Now, eat.

Now do it! Do it!

All of it!

Now pour it down.

No use praying for a stomach pump.

That had strychnine in it.

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

You may last 20 minutes.

Have fun.

To Riverdale road, Hampstead.

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

Great!

That was a pretty good meal.

What do you mean. Pretty good?

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

Cold lobster?

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

You promised you'd tell me right after dinner.

Well I haven't had my coffee yet.

You don't even drink coffee.

Ah, true.

Are you ready?

Sure? OK.

- Now when do you get home from school for your Christmas holidays? - December the 12th, you know that.

- Ah. But when do you go back? - January the 9th,

come on, Dad!

Now, isn't that a fantastic coincidence!

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

Why? Oh Dad, please!

Alright. Now this is how it goes.

On December 13th you and I and a couple of suitcases, are jumping on board an aeroplane.

- Where are we going? - Wait a second.

That same plane will bring us back on January the 3rd.

Ski-ing!

- You've got it! - Switzerland?

The very thing!

Oh boy, that is fantastic!

Yes it is...

Just the two of us?

Who else? And we're going to stay in a beautiful little inn.

I'm so excited, I don't know what to do.

Well. Why don't you, err, Why don't you try screaming? The neighbours are deaf anyway.

Oh! I don't think all the neighbours are deaf.

Allen!

Hey stop it, you're breaking my wallet.

Come on in.