Hired to Kill

Wake up, Mr Ryan. You're late for your appointment.

That's exactly right, 5,000 shares.

Now, don't do this to me again, Henry.

That's right...

All right, I'll talk to you later.

You're a hard man to find, Mr Ryan. We were almost certain you'd retired.

I hate mornings, that's all.

Well, do come in. I'd like to show you the trivial part first.

To the people of Cypra, he's known as "The Brother".

A stubborn, extremely intelligent man. Ranges from liberal to hard-core leftist.

The junta put him away 15 years ago.

They can't kill him and they can't let him out.

Either way leads to revolution.

This is Michael Bartos, the chief of Intelligence and Security.

On the one hand, he's a patron of the arts.

On the other, he's the high priest of the local death squads.

In a land filled with poverty, he lives like a king.

Naturally, he enjoys the status quo. We want it changed.

We? Am I talking to one man or a company?

If you're talking about the CIA, the answer is no.

This is far beyond their scope.

We've let them run errands for us every once in a while,

but I find them clumsy and anachronistic.

Besides, our group has no political motives.

In that country, taking a dump's political.

You're probably right.

Let me conclude the trivial part first.

The country we're talking about is tiny and insignificant.

I've heard people in the Senate call it a "shithouse",

justifiably so.

A number of countries, ours included,

have washed their rear ends there on occasion.

The irony is... we put the government there.

So what happened? Bad investment?

Greed is what happened.

The colonels sucked up all of the cash

and bankrupt the country within three years.

Now, they want to sell out and go to bed with the competition.

So! I guess this is the part where you tell me what you want from me.

You did a couple of promising jobs in Salvador.

There are those who don't like the "Brat Pack" type of mercenary.

They say they're unreliable.

But I'm very much in favor of new blood.

You don't have any track record and that's perfect for covert actions.

The country's ready to blow. All we need is a match to light the fire.

You think an old man can lead a revolution?

- Properly handled, yes. - And what if I'm not interested?

Would 350,000 dollars pique your interest?

It's not a shabby advance.

I'm glad you understand finances.

There's another 350,000 when you finish the job.

As I said, the briefing was the trivial part.

This is the heart of the matter.

Yeah. Ten out of ten times.

You'll also have to pay for a few good men.

You won't need any men. You and your professionals

wouldn't stand a chance of getting inside of a country

with security as tough as theirs.

You'd be dead before you signed the hotel register.

What you need are a few good women.

I don't get the joke.

The computer checked out 2,442 possible alternatives.

The only one that has a chance of working is this.

You are Cecil Thornton, a brilliant and successful fashion designer.

Now, the Bartos regime is hungry for publicity.

You take six of your top models and your new collection

and you premiere it all in Cypra.

You charm the pants off the colonels.

You connect with our inside contact... you get our man.

We have spent a fortune, establishing this fictitious designer, Cecil Thornton.

Now that his name is in great demand,

it's time for us to harvest the fruits of our labor.

You want me to be some faggot designer?

Faggot... yes, that's very good.

I believe you know Miss Rogers.

Hi Frank.

And this is Miss Wells.

Her father was the cultural attaché there

before the colonels decided that he was a spy and told him to go.

She knows the country. She's well trained.

Thomas, this is stupid. I'm out of here.

Listen asshole, I'm sick and tired of your macho crap.

You were hired to do a job. You got the money, you made a deal.

We've done all your homework for you and this is the only way.

So just get in the driver's seat and drive.

Personally, I think it's the perfect plan.

Nothing is perfect when women are involved.

That's probably the worst chauvinistic drivel I've ever heard.

From Eve to Margaret Thatcher, you've managed to screw up history.

Swell.

I think we better clear the air right now.

Nothing to clear. You made your point when you chickened out in Salvador.

Goddammit, Frank. It wasn't like that at all. I got trapped. I lost three men.

And I did come back. But not in time.

It's too bad nobody's alive to vouch for that story.

Hey, I looked for you for three years. Nobody knew if you were dead or alive.

I was dead, Sheila.

I took this job only because you were involved.

This time you're getting paid. You mess up...

I'll cancel your check or break your neck.

Or both.

I smell Beverly Hills.

You're not a powder puff, are you, kid?

Aargh!

- Dammit! - She's quick...

She's smart... She'll be all right.

Giousel, Sivi... Giousel.

One of these days, you'll oil your body and wrestle with me.

You're not even in my league, shitface.

You're lucky you have visitors around but they can't stay forever.

When they leave you come to my room

and I'll put out my cigarette on your nipples.

So, let me get this straight.

I agree to do this job and I'm out of here?

You're out of here if I say so.

- Hey lover, I wasn't talking to you. - He's the boss, Sivi.

I'm in this shitpile for smuggling 20 kilos of pure heroin.

This ain't no Hilton, friend. It's a Turkish slammer.

Now just how the hell can you bebop in here and spring me?

None of your business. Now, you're in or not?

- What's the catch? - Catch is, your ass is mine.

Make a wrong move, you're dead. If the bad guys don't get you, I will.

- And after? - If you stay alive...

you get a brand new name and a clean record.

OK, I'm in.

- Guess what? - What?

I'm a civilian.

'Pardon? Christ, that's funny.'

'Let me ask you a question.'

What do you think your chances are of getting out of here on your own?

I've been convicted of murder, conspiracy and treason.

Including defection to the Ruskies. Now, how's that for a resume?

- How much of it's true? - Delete the defection, all of it.

The CIA is willing to lose your file.

'They gonna forget that I used to work for them?

'That I did their dirty work? I did 13 contracts in two years

'and they set me up for this because I refused to do old man Sinopoli?

'They gonna lose all that too?'

'Water under the bridge.'

I worked with Katrina years ago in Warsaw.

After they brought her to this dump I came to see her twice.

She's still catatonic.

Refuses to speak.

How good is she?

Nobody's better with a blade.

Last year, three Soviet soldiers beat her parents to death.

Then they raped her, shot her, and left her for dead.

But she survived.

Except that the trauma left her mute.

So she hunted down the killers and nailed them

with a tranquilizer gun and a straight edge.

The Solidarity shipped her out of Poland to Italy.

Get out.

It's me, Sheila. Sheila Rogers, remember?

They've got her loaded.

Come on.

We're taking you out of here. You're gonna get a chance to get even.

Beautiful.

Thanks for everything. Good to see you. Take care.

See you later.

Who's there?

Someone who knows.

I don't like jokes.

Hey, you think the Palestinians have a sense of humor?

Don't worry, Dahlia, I'm not with the PLO.

and as far as I'm concerned, you're not an Israeli anymore.

What was that name? Yeah, Jericho.

23 PLO head honchos in five short months?

Then the world stops hearing about Jericho.

I could be wrong but I believe it was Rio, September, '87.

Your face, dialogue coach, and a clean American accent...

- ...and a new identity. - How much do you want?

I'm a pushover. I'll settle for your life.

- We need you for a job, that's all. - I'm through with all that.

I'm afraid you're not. Either you go on a little Mediterranean cruise with us,

dance a little, kill a little, have a barrel of fun.

Or every camel jockey from here to Mecca

is going to be blowing smoke up your pretty ass.

Hey Sivi.

Murder, blood and paranoia are gonna make fine company where you're going.

'Cause ladies, you're going to hell.

My job, and I hate it, is to train you as a team.

You got to look good, move well and kill quick.

You're a bunch of amateurs with a few special skills.

And I hope to God, that when the time comes and I need those skills,

you don't let me down. If you do...

you won't be coming back.

I'm your life insurance.

I'm also holding your money, because, ladies, this job is COD.

And one more thing... I don't like working with women.

- (HISSING) - Boo!

Sheila, put the kids to bed.

Good speech, Frank.

Cut the crap, Sheila. You don't con me. I've been watching you.

You've lost your edge. Find it, fast.

Keep that pretty head down, babe.

- Drop dead. - Come on, move it. Come on.

Keep those heads down.

You got a nice ass, Miss Rogers. I'd hate to see you lose it.

Don't get crazy. He's the only man around here for a hundred miles.