The Evil That Men Do

Gentlemen, torture as a political instrument is no longer the crude...

...and brutal extraction of information from one's enemies.

It has become a subtle and sophisticated specialty...

...to be carried out with medical and scientific precision.

Physical and psychological pain is applied in unbearable...

...yet controlled doses, to destroy the subject's will and spirit...

...as the body clings to life.

Now, the process can take weeks, even months...

...during which the subject is kept trapped...

...in a delicate, shall we say, nightmare existence of terror.

Now, the hood, which serves to separate the interrogator...

...and subject psychologically, is not always necessary.

There are times when one does without it.

Hidalgo. George Hidalgo!

You've seen how a woman must be made to remove her own clothing...

...depriving her of her dignity. With a man, it is the opposite.

Strip him!

Sir.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Doctor, there's some kind of trouble outside of the city.

I must get you to the hotel.

This won't take long.

Mr. Hidalgo, or I should say George, since I feel we almost know each other...

...l've had an opportunity to read some of your articles about me.

Astute for the most part, though you do have certain facts wrong.

You credit me with instructing the leaders of over 35 countries.

Flattering, I must say, but the actual number is 20.

Notice, gentlemen, how the subject clings to compensatory morale...

...and habitual defences.

Electrodes.

He was a nuisance, but I'm glad he's dead !

I only wished that he suffer little longer

Good morning, Quasimodo.

- You will wait here, please. - Thank you.

- Good day to you, man. - Good morning, Santiago.

I brings you a visitor.

Gentleman's coming from Mexico City on the airplane.

I bring him up here?

I'll go down there.

- Holland? - Yes.

The name's Hector Lomelin. George Hidalgo may have mentioned me.

Yes. How are you? How's George?

He's dead.

- How are George's daughter and widow? - You knew them?

- No, but he talked about them a lot. - They are doing as well as can be expected.

I just don't understand. George was a journalist.

He had no business getting mixed up with someone like the Doctor.

He always counted on you on getting the job done.

He felt he had no other choice.

Now I am here for myself and for others...

...hoping to convince you to do it.

Hector, you don't seem like the kind of man...

...that would commission somebody's death.

I'm not...

...but the Doctor stands outside the moral laws of civilized people.

George died trying to stop that man.

How much would it cost?

Hector, like I told George, I'm retired. Look.

You can't withdraw from the world, Holland.

You know, in my clinic, I have patients from all over the world.

They have recorded their experiences with the Doctor on tapes.

I brought some with me.

Will you look at them at least?

Sure.

I was arrested with my sister and her husband.

They said we had been giving guns to the rebels, but it was a lie.

We had done nothing. My sister was pregnant.

They beat her many times on the belly. One day, they took her away.

I never saw her again. But I was told her body was found in the street.

When she was cut open, her husband's head was found inside her.

My wife and children were taken from me.

The Doctor forced my wife to eat her own excrement.

My children's bones were broken.

They said it would continue until I confessed crimes against the government.

But I invented things to save my family, and they said I was lying.

They made me watch when my friend was strip naked

and made him stand against a wooden table

Two men held him when the doctor drove nails through his testicles

He fainted many time from the pain

and each time they trew water again to revive them

My husband was made to watch when I was raped

and then the doctor killed him in front of me

very slowly by cutting him open

and pulling out his intestines

The doctor force me to eat ground glass

that hurt my inside so bad that I cannot have solid food even now

My skin was burn with acid and needle was puch under my fingernails

At the time of the coup, I was arrested and taken to the national stadium.

I can never forget the man in the hood. The man they called the Doctor.

It was he who selected those to be tortured, those to be shot.

All day and all night, you could hear the gunfire and the screams.

They injected me with a drug every day.

It gave me headaches so bad, I felt my skull was being split open...

... and I had terrible cramps all over my body.

The Doctor.

The Doctor. The Doctor. Everyone of them.

Clement Molloch, the man they call the Doctor. Will you do it?

... until I passed out from the pain. And then they broke...

Like I said, I'm retired.

Clement, a pleasure. And my dear seniora Molloch.

- Please, be seated. - Why are we here, Aristos?

Relax, Clement. May I offer you a drink?

- Just mineral water. - There is a problem, Clement.

The Council for Central American States...

...has just concluded its meetings in Costa Rica.

Hypocrites.

Every government represented condemns my brother publicly...

...and then welcomes him privately.

They have called for another meeting and study of human rights violations.

Human rights violations. There is no such thing.

There is only the security of the state and those who'd undermine that security.

We must play the game.

What are you suggesting?

A move.

My brother had a great deal to do with making this country secure, Victor.

If his work should have earned us a welcome anywhere, it's here.

I only reflect my president, seniora.

How long are you giving us?

As quickly as possible.

We'll see.

- Changed your mind? - Yeah, let's do it.

We haven't discussed your fee.

Don't worry about it. I don't want the money.

I'm grateful. There's a complication, however.

The Doctor is leaving Guatemala in a couple of weeks.

Nobody knows where he is going.

If we let him slip through our hands this time...

...we may never have another chance at him.

- Where do you get your information? - A man named Max Ortiz.

Very well placed with the highest echelons, and fiercely opposed to the current regime.

- Sounds like someone I could trust. - He's a lifelong friend.

- Maybe you can put me in touch with him? - Of course.

And one more thing, a little more difficult.

I'd like to get down appearing as a family man.

I want to take a woman and a child with me.

- That could be dangerous, no? - Yeah, but it's only for a few days.

Most of the people in this ward have one thing in common.

- The Doctor. - That's it.

These are only a small portion.

They managed to escape.

- Holland, this is my wife, Isabel. - How do you do?

Seniora Rhiana Hidalgo.

My wife is a surgical nurse. She is training Rhiana.

- I'm sorry about George. - I'm sure you are.

Why don't we all get together for coffee later on?

Fortune smiles in a strange way.

- I don't think so. - Why not?

- Because she is George's widow? - Because she's too emotionally involved.

It seems to me Rhiana is right. And she has a daughter.

She is exactly what you are looking for.

But she's very careless.

In the scrub room, she told your wife I looked like a killer.

She could've been overheard.

- You read lips? - Yes.

I'm sorry. I now realize I was mistaken.

Decided I don't look like a killer?

I've decided I should keep my opinions to myself.

- When can you be ready to leave? - I can leave whenever you say.

- Which bedroom do you want? - Neither, I'll sleep out here.

- But there's no bed. - I'll sleep on the floor.

I like it here, Mummy.

Max Ortiz?

- It's a pleasure to meet you. - The pleasure's all mine.

The Doctor has three men in particular who never leave his side.

Every one a totally trained assassin.

Randolph Wheatley, a former intelligence officer.

He's the Doctor's communications expert.

He likes to spend his off-hours in the filthiest dives in the barrio.

Karl Hausmann. Green Beret, originally. Then he was with the CIA...

...before the Doctor hired him away.

This one is a mystery. He's called Cillero.

He's probably Basque. He's Molloch's chauffeur.

And then, there's Molloch himself.

The Doctor. I don't suppose he needs any introduction.

It's a cosy little family.

Most of my collection is at my place in the country.

What I need is a shotgun with a sawed-off barrel and the shells to go with it.

And a large calibre handgun.

Tell me more about Molloch. Does he follow any kind of routine?

He's rarely seen in public.

The closest thing to a routine would be going to the cockfights.

That box is his.

Tell me something about the sister.

Does she have any routines or habits that are different from her brother?

She visits town to shop.

She keeps a small apartment in one of the new high-rises.

Her name is Claire. She and Molloch are inseparable.

I think I'm going to be sick.

I didn't mean for that to happen. I'm sorry.

Hey, mister, do you want some dope? I said, dope. Do you want any?

Do you have elephant? Do you have Mingtoydop?

I guess you don't.

It's extraordinary how easily he's gotten little Sarah to like him.

- The innocence of children is blessed. - You don't like him?

Before coming here today, we spent hours going from shop to shop...

...looking for cassettes of Latin American favourites.

That's what tourists do.

Don't let him fool you, Max. He's cold, bloodless.

He doesn't react to anyone or anything.

I forgot. He reads lips.