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Want a group shot, with fingerprints?

Take it here.

He didn't smile.

I say this one.

The least lousy.

- Okay with you?

- Do I have a choice?

Write...

"I the undersigned...

A. Hebert,

Swiss Ambassador"...

Herzberg.

"Swiss Ambassador...

November 19th...

- At 4:
00 PM... "

- Not so fast.

"... Am still alive. "

Underline that.

- A good idea.

- Still no mule.

The mule's over there!

I have just heard...

...my husband is still alive.

I hardly dare believe it.

I'm so happy.

And now...

I speak to the kidnappers.

I implore you...

...to return my husband quickly.

I ask you...

...in the name of my two children...

Sylvie and Patrick.

They ask for him constantly.

At midnight,

your ultimatum expires.

I promise you...

...if you return him to me,

you'll be free.

You're really a b*tch!

Hail Free Switzerland!

Olvidados calling Manou.

Mike Alpha November,

Whisky double Oscar.

Prisoners released.

Free the hostage.

Thank you!

Are you crazy?

Didn't you hear?

Yes, I heard.

I didn't get my turn.

You have no right!

Hail Free Switzerland!

What's $5,000 in pesos?

I want a return match.

No. A return match!

That's enough!

- Where are the children?

- Waiting for us at home.

Thank you for coming.

In the name of

the Geneva Convention...

I protest this scandalous deed...

...not for myself personally...

Well, there were five...

low-class specimens.

- Real nothings!

- What language?

French spoken

by subhuman dumb brutes!

One was fat and

ate spaghetti all the time...

...half-blind,

with 15 pairs of glasses...

...but still took cockeyed photos.

Twisted minds!

The second was a tall fanatic

who never stopped...

...gambling with my life at poker.

He was deaf!

And Curly,

obsessed by mules!

Then there was one who always

screwed up... Excuse my language...

...he kept stroking his...

...his gun, like a sexual object.

And the last one was completely gaga,

running around naked.

Carried his gun

under his armpit.

He was tattooed...

I don't know.

It must be an international

gang of hoodlums...

...of mental defectives.

It was like being on Mars!

It was hell! They're a mafia...

...a gang of monkeys!

Why'd they pick you?

- Why you?

- Probably because...

...we're pure, lovely,

Swiss and neutral.

- We're from Lake Lucerne!

- Will Switzerland take action?

I hope so, and I will demand...

...the capture of these ruffians!

He said I was fat!

And I'm obsessed by the mule!

He's got to be queer.

All that kissing last night...

...no man acts like that.

Obsessed by a mule!

Maybe I'm a little well-developed,

but I'm not fat.

You're more than

well-developed.

But he's not fat!

Are you peeing or sputtering?

There, we're finished!

Let's go.

You're right, Lino,

you're slim.

If we ever find

that Swiss again...

The Revolution is

no longer me. It's you.

Maybe, General...

...but let's get

something straight.

You're the Revolution...

you are you.

But we are us.

And that's another story.

The people see you...

...as the liberators

of Latin America.

We don't want

to liberate anything.

- Serve the people? No!

- I have big plans for you.

Two hijackings, the kidnapping

of a cultural attaches...

Hold on, General.

Simon, we came here

to get the money, right?

Absolutely!

Well, General?

We got the job done.

Let's have the $200,000!

Jacques,

we're among gentlemen.

Ernesto is an honorable man.

Just be patient.

Sit down, keep calm.

You hired us to do a job.

We did it and did it well.

We kept our end of the bargain.

Now you keep yours.

It's simple. You pay us,

we go, and it's over.

If you have other jobs later...

...hijackings and so on, okay.

But as my friend said,

first settle this one... Now!

We'll take cash.

You're only in for the money?

- Aren't you Marxists?

- Yes, Groucho Marxists!

Pay me, and I may become

a Marxist-Leninist.

You got any tanning lotion?

Well?

Check, or cash?

I haven't any cash now, but...

You're making us angry.

- I have an idea.

- No!

You don't know what it is!

I propose that we get $100,000

in cash right now...

- And the rest in two weeks.

- No, no...

- It gets us off the hook.

- You like to simplify, but not this time.

Sorry, but you'll pay up

right now.

Yes, right now.

Gentlemen,

I'll be forced to arrest you.

You'll be tried

by my revolutionary court.

You have any tanning lotion?

Coconut oil?

If I'd known who I was hiring...

That's what happens

when you rely on ads.

Why didn't you stay

in show business?

No ear for it.

You'll regret this.

History is with us.

History will speak for itself.

I need men like you.

No work without pay.

A Marxist like you

should see that.

You set a bad example.

That's what we fight for.

We have nothing.

Why'd the 1871

Paris Commune fail?

They wouldn't attack

the Bank of France!

Historians all agree on that.

Work for me, Simon,

and I'll pay you well.

Like you did

for the ambassador?

You really are just

cheap hoodlums.

We must kill you all

to have a real Revolution.

Right. All bets are off.

Today's winners are not

strong, intelligent men.

Today's winner

is the cheap finagler...

...who handles blackmail

like a Winchester...

...as well as confusion in clarity!

- Did he behave?

- He tried to bribe me.

- A good price, I hope.

- The Revolution's broke.

We'll show him how to get rich

with a few phone calls.

With late charges,

it'll be $300,000.

$200,000 for the ambassador

and $100,000 for Juarez.

$200,000 for the ambassador

and $100,000 for Juarez?

$300,000 for two kidnappings.

A real bargain.

Where's Juarez?

In the shack, up there.

- I see no one.

- One second.

Charlot, are you listening?

Bring out Ernesto.

Have him wave.

Enough.

He can go back in.

You saw him?

Now, give us the money.

What if I refuse?

Young man,

you want Juarez alive?

One second, please.

Thanks a lot!

Charlot!

They're off and running!

Bring Ernesto out.

Have him wave.

He can go back in.

And if I refuse?

You want Juarez alive?

One second, please.

Quick!

- The pictures for our posters!

- Lino'll paint some!

We got it!

Holy sh*t!

Interesting.

Politics isn't all bad.

I wondered

why people went into it.

- Now I know.

- They paid!

- Call that chicken feed?

- You too?

Curly's getting mad.

They've got problems up there!

Look at the Yanks.

$1,000 the Yanks

get there first.

- $2,000 on mine!

- $3,000 on the Yanks.

- I call you.

- Three on the Yanks.

- Why the Yanks?

- Mine have no style.

the capitalists.

Mine look bad right now...

...but look at Curly!

- 12 on the capitalists.

- 15 on the Yanks!

I'll give you boys a break.

Okay?

Damn fools!

- You see that!

- $30,000!

The next war will be like that.

One big bang!

No one'll ever know who won.

You know something?

I liked Ernesto.

The best man we've met.

A man has to die

to be appreciated.

Another thing.

He was straight.

Coming or not?

The money, Lino!

We're rich!

Are you sure

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