Sahara Page #4

- We gotta get there first.

- I'm going with you.

- Nope, you gotta tell Sandecker.

- Hold on. Hold on.

How am I gonna get across the border?

I never took survival training.

- Consider this your course.

- It's kind of pass-fail,

which I always thought was easier.

Look, Rudi. Lay up here till dark, then

make your move. The border's not far.

- Okay.

- All right.

Al, you remember

that time in Morocco?

Oh, yeah, when you made me ride

that damn camel

- That bit my ass.

- Yeah, that's the time.

Why?

God! What is the secret

to this thing?

Just wrap it around your nugget.

- What part? Here? This?

- Yeah.

Well, how come yours stays on?

Maybe you got a small head.

I don't think so.

Somebody would've told me.

Thank you.

World Health Organization.

Hello?

Is anyone here?

Frank.

Look at this.

Anyone here?

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, my God.

This well was filled in recently.

I think people here knew

the water was making them sick.

I still say we should

let Oumar go down.

Oumar, you wouldn't mind

going down that well, would you?

- No, it's okay. I'll go down.

- You see?

Frank, I'll be fine.

Yeah, there you go.

All right, you're looking good.

You're looking good.

- Give her a little more rope.

- Okay.

Be careful, please.

Just take your time.

Eva.

Eva, hold on.

Eva. Hold on. We've got you.

- You got it?

- It's okay.

- Bring her up.

- No, I'm fine.

Give me more rope.

Got it. I made it.

- Got water.

- All right, great.

Get what we need,

and let's get you out of there.

Hey, looks like we've got company.

Don't go anywhere.

I'll be right back.

Okay.

Hello there. I'm Dr. Hopper with

the World Health Organization.

- You have no authority to be here.

- What are you doing?

Eva, get those... Oh, my God!

- Frank!

- Charlie, please don't shoot me.

Charlie, don't...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

do you hear that?

- This is all of them?

- Yes, sir.

The UN knows that we're here. This is

a United Nations-sanctioned mission.

Where's your colleague?

No, no, no, no, no.

I mean, the woman.

She didn't come. She's ill.

This pistol, it belonged

to General Sir Henry Watkins.

.455 caliber. Very rare.

Hard to find the rounds.

I have them made

by Holland & Holland of London.

Twenty-seven pounds each.

You should put the money

to better use.

Like containing this plague.

I will give you some advice.

Tell me where Dr. Rojas is.

She's not here.

Have it your own way.

Make it look like a horde of Tuareg

swine just came through here.

- And find the woman.

- Yes, sir.

She's here.

Somewhere.

You men, set up a perimeter.

I want you to search

the whole town.

- Hey, Salim, come over here.

- Yes, sir.

Open up a few rounds

just to be sure.

Hey.

Al, little help here.

Oh, man.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, Eva.

Come on. You okay?

- Yeah.

- Come on.

We gotta go.

Wait. Wait!

Frank!

Frank!

We're done here.

We're in Tuareg country now.

We're gonna drive north about

three hours till we hit the flatlands.

From there it should be a relatively

easy drive to the Algerian border.

Sorry.

Eva.

Eva.

We'll get through, huh?

- This way.

- Please tell me what I am doing here.

Five men shot dead in cold blood.

What do you think about that?

Hardly my responsibility.

No, no, no, you sit, you sit.

You are a very brave man.

The only survivor.

Crawled all the way from Asselar

to bring me the news.

- How very commendable.

- Caught in a classic Tuareg ambush,

- Wouldn't you say?

- Possibly.

One problem.

There were no Tuareg.

Why didn't you tell me the doctors

had American military support?

- Because they didn't.

- The two unarmed men who did this...

...they were not amateurs, Yves.

Nor were the ones on the boat.

- And they're the same men, I think.

- They're treasure hunters, general.

Marine salvage, they call themselves.

- Hardly your military elite.

- Don't underestimate them.

Watch out. And if you find them,

bring them to me.

What is it?

Get out of the Jeep.

Keep your hands up.

Move slowly.

What?

Three o'clock.

Tuaregs!

Hi. How are you?

Al, did you see that?

No, hang on a minute.

Who are you...

...and why are you here?

We are enemies of Kazim.

You are American.

CIA?

No.

I'm a doctor from

the World Health Organization.

I'm investigating the source

of a disease.

Come with me.

This is the disease

you are looking for?

I believe it is.

All right. Ready to go, big D, big D.

It's not a plague.

- What?

- It's not a plague. It's a poison.

There are toxins in the water,

here and in Asselar.

- Toxins?

- Yes.

That's what's making

these people sick.

Can you treat it?

No.

- Admiral, what can I do for you?

- What do you hear from Mali?

- Beautiful country.

- Oh, kiss my ass.

I hear about a couple of

American boys and their fancy yacht

getting in some trouble on the Niger.

Does the agency have

a presence there?

No, it's strictly hands-off.

- Carl.

- What?

I gotta get my boys out.

They're private citizens.

Now, if they choose to go down there

and get themselves shot up

over some sunken treasure,

that is not a company problem.

- I'm not asking the company.

- Yeah.

You've got some nerve.

Come down here

compromising my cover,

and now you're gonna ask me to risk

my whole career over this nonsense?

Well, since you put it that way...

...yes, I am.

- No, you're not,

because I'm not gonna do it.

I'm not gonna do it.

October 27th, 1982.

- Yeah, I knew you'd bring that up.

- And now I have.

- If I do this, we are even.

- The slate's clean.

- If I do this, we are even.

- The slate's clean.

I'll see what I can do.

Always a pleasure, my friend.

Benzine, heavy metals, nitrates,

Basically, the water's toxic.

I understand.

But Kazim's men followed your trail.

You must leave tomorrow

at first light.

Modibo.

Eva found the same poison

in the wells at Asselar.

- It's over 300 miles from here.

- Africa will find a place for us.

Modibo...

...we have to find the source.

That is for you.

My duty is here with my people.

We leave in the morning.

I've heard that my car

pleases your eyes.

It's a 1936 Avions Voisin.

Six cylinders, sleeve-valve engine.

Do you know there was only

six of these ever made?

- How the hell did you get it?

- We borrowed it...

...from Kazim.

Bye. Thank you.

Okay, ready? I'll do it. I'll do it.

Okay, here we go. Come on.

New Al record right here.

I got something you gotta see.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- All right, give me a minute.

- Come on!

That is your Texas we're looking at,

isn't it?

- Sure the hell looks like it.

- Yeah.

- Sitting in the middle of the desert.

- Yep.

Hey, I am not paying off the tequila

on a picture, okay?

Ship of the desert's a camel.

It's not an ironclad battleship.

I mean, there is no way that

that could get across the desert.

At one time, much of this desert

was lush, green farmland,

and there were rivers everywhere.

Now, the ironclad obviously

came up this river

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