Sahara Page #6

where he can see them,

in case the people get frisky.

This one, taken four hours ago,

shows the tanks mobilizing north

to the desert.

And my guess,

and intelligence supports this,

- They're looking for your boys.

- Well, we'll have to find them first.

We already did.

Yesterday they showed up

in a Tuareg village

- About 200 miles northwest of Gao.

- That's within range.

You could get choppers in there

if you flew at night.

- But your boys already left.

- Left? Where? Going where?

Well, based on their behavior

so far...

...I have no idea.

- Dirk.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. I see it.

Well, you don't see that every day.

I bet you 100

there's a toolkit in there.

I don't wanna rain on

your crazy parade, buddy,

but I don't think we can fix this thing.

- A little more to the left, Al.

- Left.

Yeah, that's it, right there. Right there.

We're dialed in, baby.

- Hello.

- Hey, admiral.

- Dirk?

- How you doing?

Oh, Dirk, thank God,

Where the hell are you?

Well, that's a damn good question.

Listen, I've got some bad news.

Your buddy, Yves Massarde,

he's got an industrial factory

that's dumping deadly toxins

into the Niger.

- Massarde? Oh, Christ.

- I think he's got Eva at his plant.

Which hopefully is gonna be

our next stop.

Well, I've got something for you.

Rudi's got chemistry here

that says if that leak's not shut down

ASAP, it's gonna reach the ocean,

When it does, that'll be ground zero

for the Atlantic's version of Chernobyl.

- I get it.

- I've got something more,

I've got word that Kazim

has mobilized his troops

and is heading across the desert.

We could use some serious muscle

here, admiral.

Well, you're not gonna get it.

Not fast enough.

I'm getting the D.C. two-step bigtime.

- And this has to be done...

- Yesterday. I got it.

Hey!

- Dirk?

- Yeah?

I can't ask you boys to go this alone.

Well, that's the great part, sir.

You know you never have to.

There is no more time, Modibo.

Now is your chance to hit Kazim

where it really hurts.

We only have small arms.

They are no use against concrete

and heavy machine guns.

But you have power in numbers.

We attack when he does not

expect it. We have to try.

Do you know what Kazim's war

with us has cost my people in lives?

- In the poverty and disease it causes?

- Then come with us.

And let's finish it.

I cannot afford to have my men

slaughtered in a full-frontal attack.

We cannot go with you.

I understand.

All right, we got another idea.

Can I borrow your car?

Kazim. Kazim!

Had you going there, didn't we?

You?

Hi. How are you?

Zakara, go get the doctor.

Move on ahead. Let's go.

- Where is everybody?

- I don't know, corporate retreat?

Go.

Something's wrong here, Al.

This place is completely deserted.

Modibo.

Nobody home.

- Hey, Al?

- Yeah.

What would you do if you were about

to be exposed as the worst polluter

of modern times?

I don't know. Run for president?

- You'd hide the evidence, right?

- Yeah, right.

How?

How do you hide 50 tons

of industrial waste

without anybody noticing it?

You don't.

- He's gonna blow the place, Al.

- That's not exactly subtle.

That's what he's gonna do.

That's why it's abandoned.

Make it look like an industrial accident,

- And he walks.

- That's a good idea.

- No, not really.

- Why?

The toxins

would be sealed underground,

and there would be no way

to contain them, Al.

Look, to bring this place down, he'd

need 20 or 30 military-grade devices,

all wired for simultaneous detonation.

It would never look like an accident.

Unless one centrally placed device

diverted all the plant's stored energy

into one massive explosion.

- Which would look like an accident.

- Yes.

Well, we gotta get that bomb, Al.

No, I'll find the bomb,

you get the girl.

Deal.

That's it.

Got it. Bomb in a barrel.

Come on.

Get in. Get us out of here. Now!

Come on, let's go!

- Eva. Out, out, out!

- Don't shoot!

- Back off. Back off! Move!

- Easy.

I apologize, Mr. Pitt.

- This is not what it appears.

- Did I miss something?

I've seen your toxic dump.

I've seen the sick Tuareg women

and kids, and I saw the dead in Asselar.

- I leave something out?

- Dirk!

Get this thing out of here, quick!

Stay here and don't move!

Stop!

Eva!

Take us up 1,000 meters

and circle the plant.

Remote system activated,

All personnel, please move

to designated safety areas,

Initiate mirror positioning,

Temperature threshold, 10 percent,

Come on. Come on.

Commence incineration burn,

In five, four, three,

two, one,

Warning:
Malfunction detected,

Initiate emergency shutdown,

Thank you, and have a nice da...

Get us out of here, quick.

Eva.

How many times

am I gonna have to save your ass?

Well, in case you didn't notice,

I actually saved yours.

I wasn't in any danger.

- Oh, no?

- No, I'd have thought of something.

Come here.

We gotta go.

Hey, what's with the costumes?

Uniforms? It's his idea.

Hey, by the way, with this plan

of yours, do we have enough gas?

Oh, stop being so negative, Al.

- It's coming around on our 6.

- Yeah.

It's Kazim.

Hey, maybe he wants his car back.

Al, did you bring any of the explosives

from Massarde's?

- Couldn't find them.

- Al.

- I didn't have time.

- Al!

Of course I brought the explosives!

Eva, I hope you don't throw like a girl.

He's coming around.

Al, I need a door right now!

Oh, my hat!

Damn it!

Okay, here's the plan.

Eva, get in the back seat

behind me. Go!

- Al?

- Yeah.

- Give her that bag of explosives.

- Gotcha!

All right, hold on!

Yeah.

Eva, I need you to throw a bundle

of the dynamite into that hillside

every time I say. Comprende?

- Yeah.

- All right.

I'm good!

Now!

Get us out. Move. Move!

- Dirk, we need cover!

- I'm working on it!

Oh, my God.

Come on, Eva. Let's go, let's go.

Come on!

Move, move!

Eva, help me dig.

Come on, let's go, let's go!

- How we looking, Al?

- Great.

Dig faster!

Need a little help, Al.

Go.

- Al?

- Yeah.

You didn't see any extra fuel tanks

on that bird, did you?

- No, I didn't see any.

- That means he only has

of flight time.

These walls are about 2 feet thick

with a double-steel coating,

so there's no way his bullets can get

to us. We just sit tight, wait him out.

Eva, down!

- Say, Dirk?

- Yeah.

You wanna talk me

through that again?

- Armor-piercing rounds.

- Yeah.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

I'm fine.

Hey, Al.

- No, Dirk.

- Oh, yeah.

No, it'll never work.

- Why not?

- It's 150 years old.

But, Al, it's hardly ever been used.

- It'll probably blow us to bits!

- Well, then at least we'll die fighting.

- Yeah, that's comforting.

- We need to open that gun port.

What the hell are we doing, guys?

- I've gotta go outside.

- All right, go.

Civil War piece of...

That's it, Al.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

Next time, you go.

- What the hell took you so long?

- What?

- Hey, guys.

- I stopped for coffee.

- Get a receipt?

- Yeah, I got a receipt.

- I got you one too.

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