Carlos / Le prix du Chacal

Paris, June 28, 1973

Got time for breakfast?

I have to be at the theater by 8:00.

Doubts remain as to the origin of the explosion

that killed Mohammed Boudia,

but the political context of the incident is clear.

Boudia was a fervent partisan of the Palestinian cause.

Some people even maintain

he ran the "Black September" terror cell in France.

Arab sources place this car bombing

in the series of assassinations

undertaken by Israeli secret service

that claimed the life last January of a Fatah delegate in Paris.

Beirut, one month later

Don't drive in circles. I know Beirut.

Head of the PFLP

Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine

Paris, winter 1973

Head of the PFLP in Europe

Are you André?

Come in.

We'll work together. You in London, me in Paris.

Tell me nothing. No address, no number.

Choose a contact you trust, who can serve as a mailbox.

Can you use one?

I'm used to more serious weapons.

This is all I can offer.

Five?

That's all?

London, a few days later

Something to drink?

Whisky.

I'll get it.

- Hurry and get that done. - I know.

- Is he punished? - No, but I stay on his case.

Having trouble at school?

- I failed a test. - Why?

I don't concentrate.

Why not? I told you O-levels were hard.

Anyway, if I flunk, I'll do like you.

How's that?

Teach Spanish. At least it's my language.

What do you mean?

I have a degree in Economy.

- From Moscow University! - And?

It's worthless!

- Says who? - Mom.

You told him that?

You can't deny it, llich.

No respect!

The chairman of the retailer Marks and Spencer

was seriously wounded yesterday at his home

when a masked man fired at him.

Vice president of the Zionist Federation,

Sieff has publicly sided with the Israeli cause.

PLO spokesman

You skipped the demonstration against Pinochet's coup.

They bore me shitless and serve no purpose.

Demonstrations never change a thing.

Chileans need to know we're behind them.

The Chilean generals and the CIA don't care.

Where did picketing the coup in Uruguay get us?

They're still killing the Tupamaros. It's war.

It can't be won by picketing.

How then?

There are other methods.

Such as?

Words get us nowhere.

It's time for action.

What kind of action?

We have to commit.

Commit to what?

To the revolution.

How do you mean?

By covert actions?

By resistance.

I've formed a group.

I want you to join us.

What kind of group?

I can't tell you yet.

But we're not nihilists.

We want to do good.

llich, fighting capitalism with guerrilla means is romantic,

but doomed to failure.

No more desperate causes. They lead nowhere.

- So we do nothing? - Is that what I do?

You talk politics in London cafes.

Is that the answer?

While they kill our comrades in Chile and Jordan.

I told you what I saw.

The balance of power is against us.

- A myth. - Not true. Look at Che!

He ended up dead. Despite his experience!

Why fight the right in Latin America?

You think Latin American dictators operate alone?

Gringos pull the strings.

Overthrow them and imperialism still wins!

I'm advocating an internationalist struggle

uniting revolutionaries the world over.

Look how the Vietcong disgraced the gringos.

Squashed them like shit.

The balance of power isn't against us.

The fight I propose will lead us to glory.

Glory? That's what you want. To be admired!

That's what drives you.

Bourgeois arrogance hidden behind revolutionary rhetoric!

Just another selfish, two-bit petit-bourgeois!

I'm talking about true glory.

Not what the Zionist media drones on about.

But the pleasure of doing one's duty in silence.

Behind every bullet we fire, there will be an idea.

Because we act in harmony with our conscience.

You say I'm arrogant? I guess I am.

For defending the innocent.

You know what? Look at me when I talk!

You'll be hearing my name a lot.

What's more,

it's no longer llich.

It's Carlos.

DST - Head of anti-terrorism

French Customs. This way, please.

Come here.

What happened?

Our Japanese comrades were arrested.

We have to act fast.

Is everything ready?

This way.

It's all in here.

You'll take that suitcase to London.

Today.

What's in it?

What?

Weapons.

And documents.

Keep it at your place

until I come back.

Paris is no longer safe.

Now we meet André.

There's something you should know.

In Beirut they don't trust him.

He got orders to share his duties with me.

With you?

I thought you were too young.

I've shown them what I'm worth.

From now on, follow only my instructions.

Why is she here?

She's taking the valise to London by train.

- Any news from the Japanese? - None.

He's not picking up. The hideout was found.

The network's down.

There's nothing on them. They'll be deported.

Furuya talked. For sure.

I got instructions from Beirut.

The Japanese there are hysterical.

He knows too much. They want him back.

We'll help.

Why us?

At Lod Airport, they died for our cause.

We have a debt.

The Hague, Netherlands

A few days later

French Embassy in the Netherlands

September 13, 1974

It's right here.

Turn left at the next light.

We missed the street.

Go back and make a left.

The Ambassador's car!

We're late. Carlos left.

- What now? - We go anyway.

Let's go.

Who are they?

I found him!

Just before 5:00 this afternoon

a commando of three members of the Japanese Red Army

stormed the French Embassy in the Hague

and took the Ambassador hostage, with eight members of his staff.

The Red Army immediately stated its demand:

the liberation of one of their men

from the Santé Prison in Paris.

Yes, I'll ask them.

Gentlemen, the news is bad.

They said no to a chemical toilet.

Given the circumstances, it would have come in handy.

Paris, Santé Prison

Head of the Anti-Gang Brigade

Tell this dickhead if anyone gets hurt,

I'll blow his brains out.

With the approval of Prime Minister Jacques Chirac.

Tonight the commando expressed further demands.

They want France to give them 1 million dollars

as well as the use of a Boeing jet.

They'll take the Ambassador with them

after releasing the other hostages.

I understand the technical difficulties,

but their leader seems to care less.

If the ultimatum isn't met in an hour,

I can confirm that the commando

has chosen its first target: the Ambassador.

That is, myself.